*TRIGGER WARNING*
Seven's POV
"Hello? Seven? Are you listening?" DC taps my shoulder, annoyed. My head snaps up and I give her an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I'm just..thinking."
"Is everything alright?" Artimis asks. I look down at my full lunch-tray and lazily poke the tasteless burger.
DC and Artimis don't know about Peej and Phil, Dan's jealousy, the fear of one of them having to leave, or about the hate comments. I can't bring myself to tell them.
"Seven, we're not idiots. You've been silent all day." DC states. Artimis gives me a worried look.
I open my mouth to say something, but only end up closing it again and tossing my food into the trash. I put my arms and head on the table and feel my body trembling.
"Seven?"
I feel Artimis awkwardly put his arms around my shoulders, because he honestly has no clue what to do in these situations. "Talk to us, please." DC says. I look up, shaking Artimis away politely. "DC, everything's fine. Just a little small incident at home."
Artimis' eyes widen. "What? Are the smol beans okay?"
"Yes, they're fine." (Lies. Seven why you lie.)
"Well is something wrong with you?"
I shake my head just as the lunch bell rings. Quickly, wanting to avoid talking, I throw on my bag and speed-walk out of the cafeteria.
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I don't walk home with my friends, instead I run all the way to our flat, climb up the stairs as fast as I can, and shove the key into the doorknob of the front door. When I close and lock the door, I hear someone yell.
"He's not good enough for you!"
Dan. Oh, no. No, no, no.
Immediately I run up the stairs an toss my bag onto the couch. Dan is standing across from Phil, his fists clenched and rage in his eyes. Phil is in the same position, but confusion and annoyance on his face.
"Hi guys.." I mumble, loud enough for them to hear me. They both turn to me and their expressions soften.
"Seven go to your room." Dan demands with a gentle tone. "Why? What's going on?" my voice gets slightly higher. "Go."
"No." I growl, crossing my arms. I already know what's going on. Dan's going to fight with Phil about his kiss with Peej, and I'm not having that.
"Seven, as your dad I'm telling you to go to your room!" Dan suddenly yells, causing me to flinch.
I hate when people yell at me.
Someone could insult me all they want, but the moment they yell, I give up. I hate it because it's my fault their voice has so much unhappiness in it.
I bite my lip and nod. I turn towards the hallway, but quickly turn back to them and say,
"I love you guys."
My bag is still on the couch, but I couldn't care less about it. When I reach my room I close the door and lock it.
I know what's going to happen. And I won't be able to help. I can't help if they yell constantly.
Wow, Seven, you're a pretty useless son. Can't even help your dads get out of a forming fight.
And that's what happens.
As I lay on my bed, clutching the pillow and still in my clothes from earlier, the fight begins.
"I'm happy with him!"
"Oh so now you two are DATING?!"
I can tell their both crying, from the way both their voices crack. My eyes water and I bite my wrist so I won't cry. It doesn't help. The more yells I hear, the more tears the three of us spill.
I punch the wall and watch the tiny drops of water land on my bed.
"Then fucking leave!"
"I won't leave, we have a goddamn son, Dan!"
I throw my head back and choke on more sobs. Years of friendship these two have had, and jealousy is destroying it.
"Seven and I don't need you Phil!"
A lie that is. I know Dan needs Phil. He knows I need Phil. I've never cried so hard in my life, but crying isn't going to help.
I scream and curl up on a ball, sobbing loudly. The whole building can probably hear what's going on.
It's going to end. Everything's going to end.
I shakily get up and dig out a tiny silver object I haven't used since I was ten.
The blade is clean and sharp, almost inviting.
Trembling, I put it to my wrist. It's cold surface feels comforting. I press it harder into my skin, tears falling around the blade.
Just as I'm about to slide it across my skin, I shriek and throw it across the room. NO.
That's not going to do anything. It's selfish. Dan and Phil will find out and it'll just cause more distress. I slowly slide down the wall to the ground, the screams and shouts getting louder in my mind. My hands are shaking in front of my face and I bring my knees up to my chest, letting each word from the two YouTubers hit me in the chest.
In between hiccuping, crying, and shrieking quietly I manage to whisper ever so quietly,
"Please, stop fighting, I love you guys."
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Gay Dads [Adopted By Phan} (Complete!)
FanfictionSeven is a happy kid. He honestly only has two complaints with life, homophobes and having no parents. He's a twelve-year-old fanboy that's spent more time on the Internet than sleeping in his entire life. And he's part of the Phandom.
