Darker Days (Glanny FanFic)

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Danny's P.O.V

Dad.

How can he be gone? You hear about this sort of stuff on the news, the tragic unexpected death of a much loved musician. I can't help but think that the hospital staff cant really be talking about me and my father?

But they are.

And there is now no one else I care about.

Except Glen.

I care about Glen a lot.

I haven't always, it's just been recently I've seen him differently, he's not just my best mate who is the drummer in the band anymore. I don't know when, how or why it all changed but it has. Now I've noticed his fantastic jawline and his amazing dark eyes that you could so easily get lost in and his award worthy smile. I get butterflies in my stomach just thinking about him. I've always claimed to be straight and I always believed it until my feelings for glen arose. When he hugged me tonight, things just felt slightly better. I let all my problems just seep away into him and it calmed me.

It will never work though. Glen is straight with a long term girlfriend and a son; Luke. He makes a great dad.

Dad.

What am I doing thinking about Glen right now?! That feeling in the pit of my stomach is returning, the one that glen somehow healed. The feeling of total despair and anguish, just wanting it all to end. An escape from this pathetic excuse of a life without my one and only father.

The grief is gnawing at my stomach and there is nothing I can do to control it.

Even a handful of painkillers couldn't lessen this pain, or could it? Would it just be easier to leave this world of suffering behind? Would anyone really care if I wasn't here? Yeah my mum and my siblings but what else have I got going for myself? I'm in a failed career, single and alone.

I pulled myself up from where I sat and somehow made my way across to the cabinet above the sink. This was the first time I'd moved since I got home before Mark and Glen arrived so I was stiff and sore. I opened the cabinet door and pulled out the transparent bottle full of colourless liquid.

"Here goes nothing" I whispered to the empty room

I tipped the bottle up to my lips and felt the liquid within burn my throat, it felt good. I needed the burn. I took another long drawn out swig and turned around back to where I was previously sat in the living room. I let the drink take over me, but I cannot drown my demons in it, they know how to swim.

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A/N - Heeeey guys! So chapter two is here! I know it's short but I really wanted to upload! I hope you like this chapter tell me what you think in the comments!

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