slender ;; {d.h. + p.l}

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{{ we'll carry on ; we'll carry on ; and though you're dead and gone believe me ; your memory will carry on; we'll carry on; and in my heart I can't contain it; the anthem won't explain it }}

phil's pov

its a cold winter's day and the night is drawing in as i walk home from school after my detention for not bringing my maths homework to school and my teacher didn't believe me when i said i had forgot it when i actually had. i'm so depressed.

my name is phil lester and i'm broken, misunderstood, and alone. my bike is broken so i have to walk home, i'm misunderstood because i did actually do my fucking maths homework for fuck's sake, and i'm alone because i have to walk home alone.

it's really fucking cold and i'm so pissed off. 

it's really fucking dark and i'm really fucking pissed off because this was the one fucking day when i didnt bring my torch to school like for fuck's sake.

i decided to take a short cut so i would get home quicker so i could play some absolute banging games such as crash bandicoot and hide and seek with myself where i just hide from my responsibilities and no one cares enough about me to come looking for me

i'm different i'm not like the other boys. i'm emo. i wear all black, have black hair, and have pale skin. my mom told me this will attract devilish spirits and demons to me. i told her she was being a prep. what does she know? she thought my chemical romance was the name of the second twilight book. what a filthy casual.

anyway so i went down a shortcut, pushing my black emo hair out of my face as i listened to welcome to the black parade by my chemical romance, which is my favourite song. gerard just really gets me like no one else does. its okay. i have gerard, mikey, frank, and ray. i don't need anybody else. especially not bob. fuck bob. bob's an asshole.

i suddenly realised that the only shortcut led you through the woods which were very dark and i'm scared of the dark which i know is very weird because i'm emo but i'm just unique like that.

i was unsure of whether to go into the forest, as i was confronted by my fear of the dark.

i stood there in front of the woods for a while, just listening to mcr and thinking about my inevitable death, until something really struck within me.

i listened to the lyrics:

we'll carry on.

i knew gerard was talking to me. i knew he was telling me to go into the woods. he wouldn't let me down like this.

so i put my fears aside and stepped into the woods.