(Mostly Angst) Phanfictions

Bathroom With Marks

Dan sat in the second bathroom stall quietly crying. Luke had hurt him again...like always. Every single day he'd go to school and Luke would hurt him. It's like he had to...for no reason. Dan heard someone walk into the bathroom and he inhaled sharply.

"Dan? Are you here?" That was Phil's voice. Why was he here? Did he see me get hurt? Shit....I thought no one saw. He walks into the middle of the bathroom and stops.

"Dan? Dan, I know you're in here, which stall are you in?" He asks me. I don't want to answer. Well really, I can't. My jaw hurts from being punched.

"The second." I mumble quietly, and some how Phil hears me and walks to my stall and crawls under it. He stands and stares at me before taking a few steps towards me, as that's all he can do while we are in the tiny bathroom stall.

Phil takes my hand that was once covering my face and lowers it, fully exposing my bruised and hurt face. He gasps slightly, and carefully, but gently, runs his hand over my bruise on my cheek.

"You should've fought back or something." He tells me. I frown. That's some shit advice coming from him.

"I couldn't have fought back if I tried. It's useless." I tell him and he scans my face, looking for other bruises. Of course, there are more. There is one on my jaw, of course from punching. One on my cheek, from punching. One by my eye, from punching. Why do I get punched so much?

"You need to defend yourself somehow though. What other ways are there?" 

"Non-violent ways."

"There's no such thing."

"Words?"

"No one uses words anymore Dan."

"We use them everyday."

"But we use our fists more."

"Why are you for violence?"

"Why are you not?"

"Answer the fucking question Phil."

"No. If you aren't going to defend yourself, let's go to the nurse so she can help you." Phil tells me, but I don't want to go.

"I don't want to go to the nurse." I look down at the ground.

"You can't just sit here all day!" Phil is practically exploding by now, and I can see why. I'm being an ass-hole. That doesn't matter now though.

"Well what else am I supposed to do?!" We're both almost yelling.

"Not sit in here and prove to Luke and everyone else that bullies you that you're weak! You're just proving it to everyone who's called you that!" I flinch at these words. Phil has never said this to me. Is it the truth? Is it not? If so, why isn't it the truth?

"I'm sorry I can't do anything at the moment." I mumble quietly. Phil unlocks the bathroom stall door and opens it.

"I'm sorry I tried helping." He walks out of the bathroom stall, leaving it open as he walks out of the bathroom. I have no idea where he is, or where he's gone. I hope no where dangerous...but everywhere is dangerous. Fuck.

I sigh and stand up, looking around after walking out of the bathroom after Phil. I can't see him in the hallway. Where is he? I walk around the school and soon spot Phil outside. I see him sitting on a tree while crying. Why is he crying? I don't understand anything. I have no logic. Or common sense. I'm basically just an idiotic piece of shit.

"Phil?" I speak quietly, trying not to scare him. Of course, I basically give him a heart attack as he almost falls out of the tree. He looks at me and sighs, covering his face.

"Go away Dan."

"I don't want to."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to."

"Fine. What do you want Dan?"

"I want to tell you I'm sorry I didn't defend myself." Phil looks at me and frowns.

"Too late now." Phil got off the tree and he started to run home.

"Phil!" I yelled after him, but it was too late. He was gone.

He left me.