A Cliche Story

He Saved Me

Dan's POV

Have you ever been in a place where there are a thousand people talking, but you can't hear a thing? Or when your "friends" are talking about something they did together, but without you? Well if you want to define me. I'm that person. No one knows my name or who I am. They just know who they think I am. Happy, outgoing, Dan. Really on the inside I'm falling apart and just plain giving up. I am surrounded by people who know my name, but not me. I am Dan Howell, the popular everybody, nobody. Who can't seem to keep going on anymore . Until October, 19. My eyes opened and I died. Not literally, but that day I went to the hospital, that damned place, out of silting my wrists. As, cliche, as that sounds "he" saved my life.

My name is Daniel Howell, but you can call me Dan. I have lived in so many places. I've had so many girlfriends. I never thought someone could make me gay.

I have been depressed since 4th grade, I'm a junior. I have been cutting since 8th grade when life just got too painful. I also started starving myself in 8th grade. On October, 19 all of the pain increased so much I officially decided to end my life. I was in history class when the idea struck me. If I "do it" in the bathroom they will see what they did to me. I put my plan into action the first steps where raising my hand and leaving to go to the bathroom, then I needed to go to my locker to get my razor, lastly I needed to show every one the beautiful red spilled on the floor. Once I got to the toilets the first thing I did was grab my razor across my skin. The blood started dripping on the floor beautifully.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" this guy standing there yelled. I couldn't breath, much less speak. Before I could answer he ripped off his shirt and tied it around my arm. He scooped me up and dragged me out of the toilets. "Do you want me to call your parents?" he whispered. "No," I was screaming, but no sound would come out. So, I just shook my head, but he was already on the phone with the hospital. "No parents," I screeched, but it came out as a whisper. I heard cops outside of the school. Kids were coming out of classrooms. I could swear I could see some of them smiling. This mysterious man ran through the hallways so no one would see us. He wouldn't let go of me until I was at the hospital. Screaming and shouting was happening around me, but all I could see was his beautiful eyes looking into my hallowed out brown, ugly eyes. His perfect combination of sapphire and emerald eyes looked so full of sorrow and life. He rode the whole way with me, because I wouldn't pray myself from his grasp. A nurse was asking my named, but I couldn't answer the world was turning black and red. I couldn't take it any more people asking who I am. "I. AM. NOBODY!" It only came out as a whisper. People were quick to quiet. Oh! No! The Demons are coming back. I passed out.

Dan, we're back bet you missed us!

We missed you, but now were back.

Dig that blade deep in your arm.

You made this your fate.

Don't stop now it's not over.

Pick up the blade and make the mark.

Once it's done you won't have fun with us.

You ruined us.

We ruin you.

You are us, as we are you.

The scars are stories, the stories are poems, and poems make us whole.

You are falling apart and your skin shows it.

We missed you Dan, and you missed us too!

That's it, I'm sick of people and living. Bodies, blood, Death, I see it how my fate has chosen and I must finish it or I just might go insane.

***

Pain shoots up my arm. It feels good, raw, painful, then numb.

"Dan, wake up, please," a voice said. I opened my eyes wearily. I looked at the mysterious voice. "Should we call your parents?" He asks a little hesitant. Then there was crying. No one has ever cried for me before. I open my eyes again.

"No. Parents." I manged to croak out. His eyes lit up, but only for a second. Then, I can hear crying again...I realize it' s me this time. "Thank you," I mange to say again.

"Just promise me you will never do that again." mystery man said. I shook my head. If only he knew what I was going through, he wouldn't ask that of me. His eyes face full of sorrow and eyes full of tears. Then, he perked up. "Then I guess I will have to make sure you don't." I have been alive for 16 years and no one has ever cared so much they actually wanted to stay around me to protect me. I managed a smile. He also seemed to find a way to smile in this position. A young looking nurse came in.

"Wow! I have never seen a gay couple so comfortable in public. Especially in this town." We are not a couple" I started to say, but he shot me a look and smiled at the nurse. She left looked happy , but also sad. By know I am over the shock of our position and can speak to mystery man.

"Who are you, "boyfriend?'" I asked.