Years, Life

Years||12 years old (3/3)

Same Triggers again, also bulimia and homophobia. (sorry:( )

Dan's POV
Can anyone hear me? Can anyone hear me when I sob myself to sleep under the covers.

Can anyone hear me when I scream for help when Dawson pushes me against the lockers and beats me until I'm barely conscious. Dawson is the school bully, who, may I add, is extremely homophobic. But he doesn't hate Phil, because he does his homework for him. I refused to do it, so I get a daily beating now instead. Oh well, I deserve it anyway, I'm just another 'Emo Fag'.

Can anyone hear me when I force myself to puke up all the horrifying, fattening calories that are in every meal that (Phil's) Mum gives me. I don't deserve food, I'm too fat. I'll keep my meals down when I'm thin again.

Can anyone hear me?

Phil's POV
Both Dan and I are doing so much better since we moved in together. It's been nearly a year since we left rehab, and neither of us has relapsed. Again, this is proof that together Dan and I can do anything.

It's been exactly two years today since we were reunited, so I decided I was going to take him out to celebrate. We went to the cinema, and snuck into 'The Conjuring 2', and then I took him to TGI Fridays for a meal.

Dan only picked at his popcorn at the cinema, and then he barely touched his burger. Something wasn't right, I knew it. It sent alarm bells off in my head when he practically ran to the bathroom when he'd eaten enough of his meal. When he came back, I decided to bring it up.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.
"Yeah why?" He smiled at me, sliding in next to me.
"Oh no reason..." Maybe I was just paranoid, I was probably worrying about nothing.

Dan's POV
"Are you okay?" He asked me.
"Yeah why?" I asked, painting on a smile. Lies.
"Oh no reason..." I took his hand, and pulled him in for a tight hug. He was getting better, I refused to pile all my problems on him, and trigger him into the same relapse that I'd fallen into.

But as I pulled him in for a gentle kiss, I wanted so badly to tell him the truth.

And as he asked one more time, and I yet again, lied, I swear I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces.