Brown Eyes :: Phanfiction

The Scientist ; Chapter Two

That day, Phil's parents beat him up a lot, mostly his father, and the bullies did the same the next day. Phil was covered in bruises head to toe. But the thing was, the more bruises he got, the more scars he got, and the more tears he shed.

Most days, Phil would just draw his feelings, making him feel a bit better, but days like these he would just cry, and cry. Burying his face in his pillow, hidden under his duvet, this was his Saturday night. He was in a pool of tears on his own bed.

He had just made the mistake of opening twitter on his parents computer while they were out. They don't know he has any social media, or that he knows the password to their computer. But if they ever found out Phil would be dead.

You suck!

Kill yourself.

Nobody likes you.

Fucking faggot, I hate you.

These were the comments by people from his school, which made him cry even harder. He logged out of Instagram and cleared he search history, and opened twitter, following with him pulling out the little black box.

Tears streamed down his face as Phil whipped out the razor. A dm from Peej distracted Phil luckily.

Hey Phil, me and Chris are gonna go to the library, should we pick you up in 10?

Phil wiped his tears quickly, putting away the black box and the razor with it. Immediately, Phil fixed up his fringe in the mirror, still thinking to himself that he looked like shit.

Yeah, you can come here soon I'll be outside in around 2 minutes.

Phil replied, happy that he was able to escape for a bit. Throwing on his Harry Potter jumper, cringing at his reflection in the mirror once last time before throwing on his Vans and running outside before his parents catch him.

Pj and Chris pull up in a red beetle, honking the horn twice as Phil ran to the car smiling.

"Got the bag?" Chris asked as Pj pulled away.

"Yupp." Phil replied, gesturing to the bag.

This was the bag that they would always take to the library. It was able to carry many movies, books, and CDs, which was always very useful when they would go to the library. Phil usually spent his time in the art section.

The library in their town had a section with an art room, surrounding by art books outside of it. The art room was round and quiet, paintings scattered the walls. The paintings were usually painted by people who would donate theirs to the library to see if they were good enough. On some occasions, Phil's would be up there, which is why he wanted to go so bad.

There it was, the painting of Pikachu. It was so stupid and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the fact that they actually hung it up.

"Phil, did they hang it up?" Chris excitedly asked and happily smiled as him and Pj saw the painting. "Of course they did." he chuckled.

While Phil was always happy when he got a painting on the wall, part of him would still be upset. His first one got put up when he was with his old friends, who are now the bullies. He drew a simple bowl of fruit, but it was more abstract art than usual. It was only his first time, so he didn't know what exactly to do. That was the last time he hung out with those people as friends.

*flashback*

"So Phil, we get to see if your painting is up, right?" Tommy excitedly asked in the drivers seat.

Phil nodded happily, and Allison, Tommy's girlfriend, gave a reassuring smile from the passenger seat. Phil did sort of hate Allison at times, of course, he did have a massive crush on Tommy, but at the moment she was a big help to Phil.

"I'm sure it'll be there, don't worry about it." Kyle told him, patting Phil's shoulder with his hand smiling. Kyle always did help Phil in times like these.

They got to the library in a few minutes, and once nobody could see them, they ran to the art section. They were all giggling and Phil's mood lowered a bit when he saw Tommy kiss Allison on the cheek and hold her hand as they ran.

"Okay Phil, it's behind this door. If they hung up your painting, it'll be on this wall." Allison told him, making him even more nervous.

"Why is it such a big deal anyway?" Rebecca asked. She was kind of the bitch of the group, but she was nice sometimes, just didn't care.

"If it's there, it goes on the library website. Lots of people looking for young artists go on there. They also put it on websites for young artists and this could be my way to get art lessons, and then become better, and be a famous artist." Phil said, ignoring Rebecca's attitude.

The door swung open from someone inside, and Phil couldn't help but rush in.

There it was, under the light. The best ones that are sent in are put under a light attached to the wall. Under, read a plaque that read:

Fruit in the Bowl
By: Philip Lester

Phil wasn't necessarily the best with titles, but it looked so beautiful on the plaque.

His friend and him clapped and cheered and were just so happy. Nothing could ruin this moment, well at least Phil thought that.

"Guys, could you like, sit down?" Phil asked, nervously chewing his bottom lip. They gladly did as he asked, Rebecca rolling her eyes at being commanded. "There's been something I've needed to tell you guys, and I've been looking for the right moment." Phil said, staring at the ground.

"Phil you can tell us anything." Allison told him.

"Okay, well, I'm gay." Phil chocked out slowly and terrified.

They all gasped in shock and while Allison stayed silent in her seat and Kyle walked out. It had come up once or twice that Kyle was homophobic and thought that being around a homosexual would make him gay.

"Well shit, I was best friends with a faggot." Tommy said, crushing Phil's heart completely.

"And never think, you can hang around us. Later homo." Tommy said, slamming the door to the art room as he walked out with Allison and Rebecca.

*end of flashback*

"Phil are you crying?" Chris asked Phil, noticing a tear shedding from Phil's eye.

"No I'm fine." Phil lied.

They checked out a few books, and Phil took some art books and grabbed an essay he had to print for his math class.

A few minutes later, Pj and Chris dropped off Phil, and Phil ran up to his room.

"Where the fuck were you?" His father screamed, shoving him to the ground.

"At the library, I wanted to get some books." Phil said.

"You're such a nerd, who the fuck took you?" Peter spat.

"P-Pj and Chris." Phil stuttered.

"Those little faggots?! They're pathetic." he shouted, kicking Phil in the spine and picking him up my the hair.

"If you leave without asking us, I'll kill you, got it?!" He shouted in Phil's face, spit flying everywhere as Phil nodded nervously. "Good. Now get out of my sight." he demanded, shoving Phil towards the staircase almost making him fall.

"Tapped underneath the fake bottom drawer." Phil whisper when he got into his room and ripped off the tape underneath the bottom drawer. He then open what was in his hand, the little black box.

So....yeah, Phil likes Tommy in case anyone was confused.

Yeah, idrk what to say now. Have a good day, because I'm not gonna say phantastic again, I just cringed thinking of that.

I'm gonna watch phan proof because this is how I spend every night. Thanks for reading!

Love always,
Mary