The Other Lover

Introduction to my life

*DANS POV*
My life is a train wreck.
In a few simple words, that's how I would describe my life. It doesn't help how I have no father as he passed away when I was 3 and how my mom has to work 2 jobs, everyday, to fund for me and my little brother, Adrien.
It also doesn't help how I've spent the past what, I dunno, 14 years maybe, because of who I am. What I am. Gay. All this has lead me to become emotionally unstable and severely depressed but nobody cares. Why would they? Everybody hates me. By god I even hate me.
I actually hate my life. I cry myself to sleep every night knowing I have nobody to look out for me or even slightly care for me. No. Instead I have my friend that I keep in a box under my bed. Yes. My trusty razor blade.
The pain distracts me from my real life and actually, relieves me of my emotional pain. Until the next day.
I dread everyday that I have to walk through the gates of hell.

*2 MONTHS LATER*

It's a typical Monday. I go to school, go to lessons, get bullied, cry in the toilets while missing lunch, go to more lessons and then it's finally time to go. I never go straight home though. Oh no. I hate going home. It's just me, myself and I in an empty house as I'm surrounded by all of my thoughts and feelings. Instead I go to my favourite place of all. The beautiful, old wishing well that's in the woods about 15 minus away from school and my house.
When I go there, I just sit on the bench that faces the well and take in all of it's beauty. This is the one place I can relax.

It is a beautiful day today so instead of sitting on the bench, I sit on the wall of the well, hoping it doesn't collapse under my weight. I just sit here, taking in the weather, and listening to my favourite playlists including my favourite artists. I am getting extremely relaxed, more that usual.
I slowly feel myself fall backwards but I am unable to stop myself. Luckily, I haven't fallen all the way. Instead, I'm left dangling off of the wall of the well, screaming for help, but I get no answer. My bag is weighing me down so I have to try and throw it over the wall. Luckily, for once, it actually worked.

I hang here for half an hour waiting for a response. I can slowly feel my arms giving in to the pain and exhaustion from all the screaming and shouting. I am about to give up until a hand grabs mine, pulling me up.

*PHILS POV*
It's a typical Monday after noon. As soon as I get home from school, I throw some new clothes on, kiss my mother goodbye and go for a walk in my local woods.

I eventually get to the woods and hear a faded cry and scream coming from in front of me. I rush to help as somebody could be in danger. I am right to do so.

As I approach, the screaming gets louder until I eventually find where it is coming from. The old well. I don't hesitate to help so I grab it's hand and pull it up.

I see it's a boy. A few years younger than me with longs, beautiful brown hair that flows across his sweat bedded forehead. He flops into my arms in floods of tears so I sit him down on the bench, give him some of my water and ask how long he was there for.

"I. I. I. I-I don't..." He can barely get out a full sentence with out bursting into more tears. I pick up his bag and walk him home. I make a promise to myself that I would keep this poor child safe no matter what as I could tell he was clearly in need of a friend.

*DANS POV*

After the mysterious person pulled me up. I flopped into his arms and just cried. He gives me his water and asks me how long I was down there for but I couldn't even get a sentence put without bursting into more tears. It was more at the fact he cares than the fact that I was stuck there. I am extremely grateful to who ever he is an promise myself that I will repay him.  He picks up my bag and walks me home. All I want to do right now is curl up into a ball in bed and just cry but I'm glad to know that finally somebody cares about me. I can tell that this friendship is going to last. I just can't fuck this one up like I have every other friendship so good luck Dan. Let's see how you pull this one off.