unsaid things // phan (on hold)

Confronted

I will put a // when suicide/self harm/harsh or suggestive language/graphic depictions of violence are mentioned.

(DAN'S POV)
//It had been three days since I'd last tried to kill myself and two since I'd left Phil's house. I woke up that morning which I usually dreaded, but today was even worse, since it was the first day I was going back to school after the incident. When I woke up, I walked passed my mother's room only to see her lying face down on the bed (as usual) and ignoring my presence, and the fact that I even existed. Sometimes I wished I could just leave and never turn back, but I couldn't do that because of the fact that I was only 17 and didn't actually have any rights. Which is why I figured that leaving the earth as a whole would be just as effective and just as satisfying.

After I'd gotten dressed in all black, my favorite colour, and straightened my naturally curly fringe, I walked out the door and headed towards one of my most dreaded places: high school.

I'd barely made it half way when I noticed that I was in a familiar part of town, and I saw that it was where I'd been only a few days ago. I recognized the mailbox that said, "The Lesters" on it and I stopped in my tracks. I don't know why I did this, but I then walked up to Phil's doorstep and as I was about to knock on the door, I heard a loud, hard slap echo through the house. I dropped my fist, unable to knock, for I was curious as to what was happening in there and knew I'd have to be quiet.

That's when I heard another slap. And another. Then what sounded like a table being flipped over. And then, a deafening scream that rattled my brain. I froze, because all that came after that was silence. At first I couldn't move, too stunned with the initial shock, but then I ran. All the way to school without looking back.

-

When I walked in the gates I was immediately greeted by a huge unrestrained hug. "Hi! I'm Louise!" She told me, still smushing me against her.

"Uh...hi...I'm...Dan..." I managed to get out although Louise was constricting my lungs.

"I know that silly! Why do you think I hugged you? Any friend of Phil's is a friend of mine!" Louise told me once she let go. I was grateful that at least one of Phil's friends was nice to me, but what about the others, especially Zoe, considering her brother, Joe, had been one of the people constantly making me want to disappear. And I didn't know about Alfie, either since he was Zoe's boyfriend. But Chris and Pj seemed nice enough, and as I though about this, I was only beginning to dread this confrontation even more.