glory and gore ; phan

iv

dan stumbled to unlock his flat door, his hands jittery and trembling. once he finally managed to get the door open, he returned the half-empty beer bottle to his hand and staggered into his flat. he swiped his arm across the counter, the giant stacks of bills and notices falling around his floors. he got onto his stool and lied his head on the counter, his eyes stinging and droopy. he didn't remember how much he had had to drink, but his problems kept creeping into his mind so he figured it wasn't enough. his sweaty palms lazily opened the bottle, pouring the bitter, lukewarm liquid down his throat.

there was a humming in the restless summer air, and it was driving dan insane. he stood up lazily, thinking that maybe a trip to the roof and some fresh air would help him sort himself out. "god's sake," he muttered angrily when the bottle slipped out of his hand and collided with the floor, sending a shattering noise to echo throughout his otherwise silent flat.

he took a minute or two to just stare at the hundreds of pieces of glass and the sticky liquid that covered them. it almost felt tempting, luring, in an odd way. dan furrowed his eyebrows, making his way around the glass and to his fridge, where he pulled out another bottle. he took a deep breath before lunging forward and chucking the bottle away from him, the glass shattering on impact. he knew it was sometime in the early morning and that the other tenants wouldn't appreciate the sounds of bottles shattering, but he didn't seem to care very much. his shaky fingers wrapped around another, and another crash occurred. and another, and then another.

after his floor was hopelessly covered in shards of glass and sticky alcohol, he stopped. just took in what he had done. he knew it was damaging and overall quite idiotic, but it also gave him an adrenaline rush and helped clear his thoughts. maybe he didn't need anything more to drink, but rather something to punch.

as this wasn't entirely new behavior for dan, he would usually go to the fighting club at this point. but with that not being an option anymore, he decided to turn suddenly and slam his fist against the wall. three punches in and his arm fell through, clouds of dust and drywall blowing up around him.

a hole was in that wall, so, without thinking, he went on to the next one. he usually would have not caused so much destruction, but he didn't know what else to do. the pain that stung his knuckles every time they collided with something felt soothing, and so they kept hitting the wall.

he didn't realize he was crying until there were three holes in his wall. he punched the wall one last time before being dragged onto his knees, curling himself up on the floor. he sobbed into his sweater sleeve, hoping for this all to be some type of twisted dream.

but alas, once his stinging eyes were again opened, all they showed was a demolished flat. he ran a hand through his hair, suddenly noticing how stuffy and humid the room was. thoughts of peacefulness on the roof made him drag his body out of his flat and stumble up the stairs.

the door was swung open and a swift breeze of crisp, icy air was blown again him. he sighed in relief, his breathing feeling more soothing than before in his sweaty, hot flat. he stood in the doorway for a moment, trying to relax his breathing, before taking a seat on the edge. his legs dangled over and he lied down on his back, letting the overlapping city sounds of sirens and cars and scattered speech numb him.

"hi."

dan's head shot up and he looked behind him, meeting the gaze of a blue-eyed boy sat beside the door. dan kept silent for a few moments, before asking, "what're you doing?"

the boy shrugged, and dan swore that he could see the boy blushing. "i come up here almost every night to draw," he said, waving around a sketchbook. dan's mouth formed an 'o' shape and he nodded awkwardly, not realizing anyone else was there.

after a while of silence, the sounds of bells chiming erupted from a church nearby, causing dan to turn his head. "st. matthews," he mumbled, his gaze setting upon the church.

"you're catholic?" the boy asked, a sky smirk playing across his lips. dan shrugged, "used to be."

"do you still go to mass?" he asked, and dan rolled his eyes, not having much interest in this bright-eyed person. "no."

"why're you up here?" he asked, and dan deeply groaned, lying back down on his back. "leave me alone."

"were you the one making all the noise?"

"go away."

"i was here first," the boy smirked, crossing his arms. "fine, stay. but spare me the conversations," dan said, glaring at the boy, who simply smiled. "i'm phil."

"i don't care."

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heLLo
as always, hope you enjoyed this
anyways, i published a new phanfic called "suicide squad ; phan" which is, quite obviously, a suicide squad phan au and the prologue + first chapter are up wOo

so check that out pls if you want #cheekyplug