He Hung -Phan-

O N E

The day started out terribly.

All I had on my mind was my best friend Dan. His hair was curled today, due to the rain. I thought it was cute, though I'd never tell him.
His black shirt hung off his body like drapes, blue and black bruises covered his arms.
And I couldn't do a thing about it.

As we stood next to each other in silence I stared down at my mismatched socks. Today, they had frogs on them, both having different designs of frogs. Pepe came into mind for a second, but that instantly made me think of Dan so I pushed that thought away.

"Dan, are you sure you can't stay with me?" I asked tentivly. Dans warm brown eyes met mine sadly before he shook his head.

"No, you know why."

I nodded and looked back down. I did know why, but I ask everyday because he needs to know that he can come stay with me. We are neighbors. The only reason I know about what's going on is because I can hear it every night from my room.

Last night was no different and no matter how hard I tried to shut out the sounds, Dans screams still reached me.

I'm sure tonight will be the same.

But it wasn't. It surprised me, considering that tonight was a Friday night, the night his father usually get the most drunk.

Besides that, Dan came over for the first time today. Ever. We did what best friends normally would do. We talked about the gossip and about how much fun we've had together. He told me he wanted to be a YouTuber when he grew up, and I laughed; I wanted to be the same thing.

"Phil, can I ask you something?" Dan asked about thirty minuets before I left. I nodded and rocked back on my heels while I watched him.

He stood up from the bed and cautiously walked over to me like a wary dog. I looked at his dimples and his freckles and his cute hobbit hair before meeting his eyes, which were unusually close.

My breathing hitched in my throat and I gulped back a big breath.
No words were spoken. Our eyes did the talking. His chocolate brown eyes questioned me for a go ahead. My eyes told him yes.

Our lips met, and as cliche as it sounds I felt explosions. His mouth explored mine and his tongue entered a new cavern. His hands met my waist as he guided me towards my bed. His mouth ravaged mine, but I fought back harder. His body laid under mine, glazed over eyes staring into mine lovingly.

A harsh knock on the door stirred us from our make out session. Dan quickly leapt out from under me and darted to the window. Before the door could open, he was gone.
I was left confused, yet happily satisfied.

I shut off my light and tucked myself into bed. Today started out terrible but now it seems much better. No noises of abuse, and no worries.

That moment quickly came to a stop.

"PHIL!" Yelled Dan. I jumped out of bed and opened my window. Dan stood at his window and smiled at me.
"Hey, Phil! I wanted to tell you something." He bent down and picked something off the ground. I observed it before my eyes widened.

It was a rope.

"Phil. No matter what happens, please know that I love you." He backed up and stood on the stool in the center of his room.
No. No no no no!
I hastily tried to get out of my window. My leg struggled over the edge.

"And please remember me. Not as a freak or as a abused son. As a friend, or even a boyfriend."

Tears threatened to exit my eyes. I struggled to leap to his window. It wasn't that far, only a couple feet.

He wrapped the rope around his neck.
"Phil," he choked out as tears spilled down his cheeks, "the only thing I regret was not making you mine while I had the chance."

I jumped. My hands slipped at the window sill, and I almost fell. I pulled myself up to where I could see in the room and pull myself up, but at the wrong moment.

"I love you."

And he hung.