Phil
Where is he? Is he always late?
Calm down Phil. Its only been five minutes.
But leaning against a bumpy tree, waiting for someone who I wasn't sure would show up was pure agony.
Oh, finally. Here he comes.
"Sorry I'm late" Dan says. I turn around. I was all set to tell him off, but he really looks sorry. My face softens.
"It's alright."
He looked relived. He smiled, making my stomach do a corkscrew, and I didn't know why.
"So...now what? Should we play 20 questions?" he asked tentatively.
"Of course!" I exclaimed. "But... deeper ones"
"Alright" Dan said, looking nervous. Why should he be?
Dan
"What happened?" Phil asked, those blue eyes I loved so much focused only on me.
"What are you talking about?" I responded.
"Your eyes. The way that they beg... something happened to you Dan."
Crap crap crap.
Should I tell him? Would he understand? Oh god...help.
"When I was little, I had a twin sister. We fought often, but we loved each other..." I broke off, the words painful and raw.
"Dan it's okay if you can't..."
"No." I interrupted. "I have to." I swallowed what I could if the lump in my throat and, blinking back tears, finished my story.
"She always got bullied in primary school, but I didn't think much of it, I mean she was so... silent. But it affected her much more than we knew. One day I found her in our bathroom, pills all around her."
Help Help Help.
Phil looked shocked, as shocked as I felt. This was the first time I told anyone.
I saw something on my beloved skinny jeans...something wet. I turned away from Phil, I couldn't bear for anyone to see me cry... especially not him.
