One shots - Phan

It's hard to explain

This is awful I'm sorry, but I wrote it and I wanted to upload it so yeah, have a shitty phan.

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/And in today's news, the oldest women to live dies aged 114./

He sighed, pressing the off button on his television remote. It was a Sunday night, the 17 year old male having nothing to do, except hate himself.

Tall, lanky but not skinny enough. Jet black hair. Pale white skin. Dull blue eyes. Scars that scatter this skin.

The boy who has no friends, who has depression, social-anxiety and bipolar, and who cuts, severely. This boy, was Phil.

Phil walked slowly to his bathroom, his parents never in, and being an only child, meant he was nearly always alone. Phil sighed once again, almost feeling sorry for himself as he pulled up his sleeves and took the small metal object in his hand, drawing several new, deep cuts along his arm. Phil didn't need to hide his cuts; his parents didn't care and everyone knew anyway.

Half an hour later, the ebony haired boy emerged from the bathroom, his blood stained arm dangling lifelessly beside him, as if it wasn't attached to his body. He walked through to his bedroom, climbing under his covers as he began to sob quietly, mentally kicking himself for being so weak.

/Why haven't you killed yourself yet Philip? No one will care, no one will miss you. You're useless, not needed. You're just a waste of air and space./

And before he knew it, Phil was asleep.

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/What's your problem? Get the fuck out of my way you little shit!/

He slammed Phil against the lockers, the boys body falling to the floor like a rag doll, the 18 year old punching him again.

Slightly taller than Phil. Perfect, tanned skin. Chocolate brown hair. Hazel eyes. Not a scar nor spot on his body.

The only problem was; this boy, was Dan.

Dan was the school bully, the only person he bullied however, was Phil. He hadn't a reason, but Phil was an easy target, and Dan found it amusing. Under everything, all he wanted to do was be friends with Phil, but he couldn't. Why? Dan gets too attached. And, he was gay.

Phil was stunning to Dan, and as much as it was a joke to abuse Phil, it broke him, bit by bit.

Dan kicked Phil multiple times before dragging him up by his collar, pulling him through to the bathrooms, locking the door and dropping him to the floor.

Phil didn't say a thing, knowing it would get him in trouble, and probably more hurt than he already was.

"Has little Philly been a good boy?" Dan asked quietly, his back turned and his arms crossed.

"Y-yes sir." Phil whimpered, this being unusual, as by now, Dan would be throwing insults at him and pounding him.

"Has he now? Then little Philly won't mind rolling up his sleeves for Danny to see then will he?" Dan said in a patronising tone, turning round to stare at the ebony haired male.

Phil gulped; now he was going to get pounded.

Phil rolled up his sleeves slowly, revealing the several cuts that scattered his arms, new and old.

Dan gulped, holding back the hurt and the tears which threatened to show. "Bad Phil. Give me your blades." Dan ordered, his voice breaking ever so slightly.

Phil didn't answer, tightening his fists so his nails dug into his palms.

"Give me your fucking blades Phil!" Dan screamed, glaring at the fragile boy on the floor.

This time, Phil did as he was told taking his bag and pulling out a small metal box, throwing it at Dan.

Dan caught it, sighing and sitting in front of Phil. "How many new ones?" Dan asked quietly, opening the box.

"27." Phil said bluntly, staring at his arms.

Dan nodded, taking out a blade and pushing it into his arm. He winced, not used to this much pain as he began to draw lines in his skin, blood rising and falling.

Phil frowned, looking up as his eyes widened, smacking Dan's hand. "What are you doing!" Phil screamed.

Dan retaliated, dropping the metal object and pushing his hands onto Phil's ribs.

"Don't fucking touch me." He growled, before sitting back and picking it back up, continuing.

"Dan..." Phil whispered, tears rising and falling, just like The brown haired boys blood. He began to sob, not believing what was happening.

"Every time you hurt yourself, I will do the same. Okay?" Dan said quietly wincing every now and then.

"No." Phil ordered, folding his arms around him as he began to rock back and forth.

"Why do you do this anyway?" Dan frowned, looking up as he finished the last cut, his jeans now painted red as well as his arm.

"It's hard to explain." Phil whimpered, burying his head in his arms.

Dan leant forward, kissing Phil's forehead and wrapping his own arms round the ebony haired boys body.

"Tell me, I have all day." Dan whispered, drawing circles on Phil's back.

"Thank you." Phil whispered, hugging Dan back as he began to talk.