Inflicted // Phan (on hold)

t h r e e ➳ phil

SONG — Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin

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TW

phil

He continued to sob in the bathroom, feeling so sorry for himself and utterly confused. He had been embarrassed in front of so many people it made his heart ache. He wanted to end the pain. He wanted it all to go away.

He grabbed the sides of his head and closed his eyes, trying to suck in oxygen. He cried recklessly, holding his legs to his chest. The floor wasn't necessarily comfortable, but it could be worse. His eyes flashed when a memory came to his mind.

"So you didn't listen to my warning, huh?" his father scowled, turning to his wife. "I think it's time we taught this stupid kid a lesson."

Phil stumbled to the ground, his feet slipping on the cold tiled floor. His father and mother stared down at him, smiling.

Phil cried harder. Why was he always plagued by these horrible memories of that night? He hated them.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Phil closed his mouth, trying not to make a sound; that was kind of hard when you're in the middle of a breakdown.

They'll hear you. Don't make a sound. If they hear you they'll beat you up, Phil. If you cry you'll be dead.

Phil kept his jaws clamped shut, but everything was coming crashing down. He couldn't help it. He . . . he was so sad and desperate to escape this hell.

He let out a sniffle.

The other boy in the bathroom seemed to shuffle around a little. Phil decided it was time to leave the bathroom and head to class.

Great, another super embarrassing moment ready to happen straight away, right after he just got tripped by that dumb bully.

He opened the stall, holding his backpack close to him. His eyes locked eyes with the boy--he had brown hair, brown sparkling eyes and had his phone out. Phil was so scared he hid his eyes, hoping not to be made fun of for crying.

Oddly enough, this boy didn't utter one word, just looked at him in confusion and sadness.

Phil hung his head low and exited the bathroom. He snuck to his locker, hoping not to be seen by anyone.

"Hey freak, where'd you go?" a snickering voice said behind Phil. He dared to look behind him, staring at Victor and Jacob.

Phil felt anxiety rising in my chest and he looked away.

Victor took a step toward Phil and grabbed the collar of his shirt, apparently forgetting that he had freaked out about him doing the same thing just this morning.

He slammed Phil into the lockers, knocking the wind out of the boy. The black — haired boy fell to the ground and the two larger boys kicked him endlessly. Phil fell to his side, grabbing his sides. The pain was almost too much to handle, since his parents had beat the shit out of him just two nights ago.

No one was in the halls, and even if anyone had been, no one would have cared. Tears flecked the side of Phil's eyes but he didn't let them fall.

"Crying, dumbass? No wonder everyone hates you," Jacob laughed. Apparently this was an invitation to kick their peer harder. Phil tried to crawl away but that wasn't stopping the two boys.

"You're so dumb, kill yourself already," Jacob snorted.

Victor furrowed his brows and bent down, ordering Jacob to stop. "No one wants you here. And if you don't realize that soon, you're just going to get beat up even more. So go scramble off to class or cry in the bathroom, I don't even care," Victor laughed, grabbing Phil's shirt and heaving the boy to his feet.