A/N: Ah, it's been a long time, hasn't it? Yeah... Don't kill me. Here's more, enjoy, an let me know what ya think peeps! If you have any ideas, comment them. ^^
At this rate, realization started to sink in for Phil. His friends had left him and he knew they weren't coming back anytime soon, his first crush hated him, and he sat sobbing in the middle of school all alone. Not very manly, but he couldn't care less right now.
Tears threatened to start flowing for real, so he quickly grabbed his bag and runned out of the cramped place. His ebony hair covered his blue, tearfilled and swollen eyes as he escaped the curious gazes of everyone around him.
- Did we hurt your precious gay feelings, faggot? A girl voice spat at him as he ran past her.
Phil instantly recognized this voice. It was Jessica, his former "friend". He froze, but didn't turn around. He could feel her gaze on his back like daggers.
- Hey, who's the faggot? He heard another voice ask, mockingly and with a hint of curiousity.
He recognized the male voice, as he had heard it earlier this day. It made his heart race with fear and his pupils dilate. If he knew, he'd never be let alone again.
He felt a large hand grab his shoulder in a firm grip and was rudely spun around before he could react any further. His deep, sea blue eyes met Daniels almond brown ones as he tipped his head back and looked a little up. His face turned from a look of recognision, to surprise, to one he couldn't read, and then hate. His lips curved into a smirk and his brows furrowed slightly.
Phils allready tear stained eyes released a new drop, wich ended up rolling down his cheek. Daniel moved closer to him, and Phil closed his eyes fearfully.
- I warned you, didn't I pretty boy? Daniel growled silently in his ear.
Then he felt a palm cross his face in a swift motion.
He lost balance, stumbling into a locker. A stinging pain raced through his left cheek, and he could taste blood from where he accidentaly bit his tongue.
- So how long have you been sucking cock, hm? Daniel growled loudly, and people started turning around to look.
He pulled his sleeves up, and walked against Phil with clenched fists. The smirk on his face revealed his horrid intentions to the full.
Phil braced himself, covering his stomach and head with his arms. He'd had enough pain for one day. His legs were trembling, and he steadied himself against the lockers.
Daniel hit his right fist into the locker door beside his head, making a loud metallic noise that ecchoed in Phils ears. Phil brought both hands up to protect his face and bent together, still standing in the same spot.
- Please don't... He whispered so only Daniel heard.
His voice was cracking up, and he awaited a blow to his face or stomach anytime soon. And he was right. The next second, a fist boosted into his guts, pressing the air out of his lungs and holding him against the wall.
As soon as the hand of eternal pain disappeared, Phil crumbled together on the floor like a big bag of dirt.
- Oh come on, is that all? You're no fun! Daniel frowned, tipping Phil over to his back with his foot.
A forcefull kick followed to his stomach, and Daniel stepped on his head, pressing his foot down hard. The metallic blood taste had allready filled his mouth by now.
Phil was sure this would be the end of him, and squeezed his eyes shut. Everyone hated him. His lungs hurt, his stomach hurt and his face hurt. There was even a major pain in his head from a bad headache.
- Stop, please! He cried out, coughing a little blood onto the floor tiles.
He squinted up at Daniel, who just stood there in victory with a foot on Phils head, looking like a god. He didn't even break a sweat.
Despite the circumstances, Daniel just spat on Phil and took his foot away. Phil gripped around himself and let the tears streak down his face for the second time that day.
The bell rang and people started leaving for their classes. Phils sight was foggy, and there was a throbbing in his head like heartbeats. Everything moved in slow motion. He gasped for air and Daniel left him with a look of disgust on his face.
After a while of just lying there in agonizing pain, he started collecting himself and got up to his knees. The hallway was cleared as the last door shut. Phil moaned, covering his mouth, preventing blood from dripping to the floor and leaving any mark. He staggered himself up on his legs, walking to his bag that laid tossed on the floor some feet away from where the one-way fight had erupted.
It was the first time Phil had been beaten up that badly. The throbbing headache he had made it hard ro remember how he got home. He remembered laying down in his bed without undressing. The sun peered through his window, and when he woke up, it was dark. His parents probably didn't even check on him, as his father was often drunk and his mom had enough sobering him up when she got home from work.
His eyelids closed again and he grunted into the pillow. It hurt to move, so he stayed put. He carefully lifted his t-shirt off and examined the damage. The pale, normally nearly white skin was now bruised in all sorts of shades of purple and blue. His shivering, cold fingers pulled along his ribcage, pressing at some points to check if anything was broken. If it was, he'd need a few days off school, and that wouldn't exactly bother him. But nothing was broken, and he'd have to go to school the next day.
He tucked himself in and threw his shirt across the room. His hair was a black mess, with the fringe over one of his eyes. "Sideways Gary" he thought. A guy on the subway had said it to him, and he was just scared, because he didn't know what it meant. He had looked it up, and it basically meant that you had, well, a fringe. He smiled at the weird memory.
He turned his face to the wall and curled up into a ball. The moon beams hit his face, lighting up the room a bit. A loud, unexpected sigh erupted from his mouth, startling himself, making him squeal. Phil had some weird tendencies to squeal for the tiniest of things. He giggled a little at his sillyness, closing his eyes and sinking into a soft sleep, allowing him to forget his worries for just a moment.
