Falling for you (phan)

Chapter 2

Dans pov

I pull myself off the floor and wince as I feel pain shoot threw out my body. My jaw is still sore and I know there is going to be a bruise. I go to the bathroom to make sure I wasn't bleeding. When I walked in there was another boy but he scoffed at me and left.

Do I really look that bad? Why won't anyone see I'm broken? Why won't they help me? Why do I bother?

I look into the mirror and sucked in my breath. My jaw was purple and swollen and my eye was starting to turn a light purple. I lift up my shirt to look at the damage that was done. My shirt was sticking to my skin because of the open cuts from shoes and where it re opened my old cuts.

I try to quickly get cleaned up and return to class so I wouldn't be that late. As I walk through the hallways careful to avoid any other people. Lucky for me the halls were empty so I rushed to class.
"Why are you late Mr. Howell?" Mrs. Dean asks causing all eyes on the class to turn to me.
"I, um I, overslept?" I ask more as a question.
"Go to your seat you have taken up enough of the class already."
"Sorry Mrs. " I mumble just loud enough for her to hear.

I hear a few of the kids laugh and repeat what I said to mock me. Great. After what feels like forever the class is over and it is time to go home. I hurry home not to be seen by Phil and his followers. When I get to the door I slowly open it not sure how to explain why my face looks like this, that is if my mum even asked.

I was right she didn't ask she just sat on the couch watching tv. Completely oblivious to her broken and beaten son that is on the edge of giving up. I feel my eyes start to water so I walk into my room and grab a change of clothes.

I walk into the bathroom to take a shower to wash the blood and filth off of me. I slowly strip my clothes off carefully so I don't cause more pain then necessary. I step into the warm water and watch as it roles off of my body. I can't help but to think of how much trouble I have caused everyone and how much easier their lives would be without me in it.

Even if i tried to kill myself I would fail because I'm stupid and then cry myself to sleep. So I resorted back to my normal calming method using my trusty blade under the sink in a metal box labeled escape. I slowly cut along my hip bone having no choice as my arms were littered with scars already.

The red liquid starts to form in the skin and drip. It seems like all my problems go away and I am normal again. Who am I kidding I'm a freak. Cut. I'm a faggot. Cut. Im unwanted. Cut.

Eventually I clean up the blood and continue to wash myself. When I get out I wrap up my fresh scars and throw on my clothes.

"Dinners done!" My mum yells to me.

"I'm not hungry." I call back simply not caring to elaborate. I walk into my room turning off the lights as I crawl into bed waiting for sleep to take me.