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Chapter Three: Alive? or just dreaming dead?

Fuck... I'm alive. Why? Why do I still feel myself breathing? Why hasn't the pain left along with my life? Dan opened his eyes just to be blinded by the sun in his face, causing him to look the other way to find a very angry mother. Uh mum, what are you doing here? "Shut the fuck up Daniel". His mother scolded.
Wow. The same cold hearted bitch she was since I left home over 5 years ago. Nice to see you too mum. "Don't get smart with me ya lil fuck. Why the fuck did you try to take your own life AGAIN? Do you know how embarrassing it is for me? You think it's easy? No. That's the thing. You don't think." Dan slumped in the hospital bed actually feeling bad for his mum. "Your dad is so angry he doesn't even wanna look at you. You always find a way to disappoint us. It all started when you were such a nice boy, then all that came crashing down when you said you were gay. Your face just yells sin." Dan was so sick of her homophobic bullshit. He fed up with it everyday of his life until he moved out on his 18 birthday. He just wasn't in the mood to fight back or anything. Mother, can I ask you why you are here? "The bloody hospital needed information about your medical records." Dan's mum said while looking at her phone she pulled out. Hmm. Dan hummed. Shortly after, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. My stomach hurts. Uggh. I need some water. Or some food. After all I haven't ate since Wednesday. And it's Saturday. Dan stood up in his bed and something caught his eye. Wait. Is, is that what I think it is? Is that Phil's lion shirt? No it can't be! Could it be? Dan rubbed his eyes and looked back to the spot where he was looking a second ago. What? Where'd it go? I am seeing things. What's wrong with me? Dan's thinking was halted by a loud knock on the opened door, Dan looked over to his mother with headphones plugged in her phone and playing candy crush. Dan reverted his gaze toward the person at the door, it was a nurse holding a clipboard and papers. "Daniel Howell?" Yes thats, me. "It appears you have a visitor." Oh, who is it? Fuccckkkkk. Please don't let it be dad. He'll for sure beat the hell outta me. Dan was bracing for impact when the nurse looked at her clipboard. "He says his name is Phillip lester." What. Uh what? No no. It can't be. Can it? I uh, can you sa- say the name again pl- please. Dan felt wobbly and uneasy. "Are you okay Dan? You're starting to go pale, and you're breaking a sweat." Dan nodded. I'm okay mam, thank you. "Mmhmm. He said he's your dad. ---------- Howell?" Fuck. I'm dead. Yeah thats him. "Do you want me to let him in?" He nodded slowly looking at the ground. "Okay, I'll let him in." Dan was scared. He was always scared of his dad since he came out. He remembers all the pain that man gave to him, just for being gay. Dan was already in tears just thinking of what's gonna happen. He never stood up to his father when he was younger. He always felt that no matter how much pain his dad caused him, he still believes that somewhere deep down in his heart, that his dad still loves him. But tell that to the many old bruises. There was a knock at the door. No not a knock, it was almost banging on the door. The mother easily recognized the pounding and put her phone in her pocket and got up to open the door. As soon as she reached the door, she shot Dan a glance that could kill.
The door swung opened.
*Gulps* here we go...

Hey everyone! I know it took me 681919411918074 years to update and I'm sorry I was too busy caught up in exams and blah blah blah, but now I'm gonna be updating more frequently! This story is gonna leave you on the end of your seats! Commenting helps motivation btw lol.
~Jack