Dan's POV
Luckily mum left the keys under the door mat so we could get in. We went inside, put our bags down and went upstairs.
Phil:" one sec! I'm just going to put a jumper on". He ran back down stairs.
why does be always wear jumpers? He's a strange kid.
Dan:" so what do you want to do?" I call to Phil as he walks back up the stairs.
Phil:" I don't know... watch tv?". I reach down and pick up the controls flopping onto my bed.
Phil shyly walks in and sits down next to me, his face looks worried, and his posture is stiff.
Dan:" Phil? What's wrong?"
Phil: " hm? Oh nothing I'm fine, just feel funny that's all".
He smiles weakly at me.
Dan:" Phil. Seriously what's wrong. You're acting weird and I know this isn't how you usually act."
His face drops and he looks down at his sleeves. His fingers start to fiddle with the fraying ends.
Dan:" Phil. If you don't want to talk about it then fine. But don't act like that ok?! It makes me worried."
Phil:" ok. Sorry." He looks up at me with sad pale blue eyes. He shuffles closer and rests his head on my shoulder, the tv plays random programs, but I don't care. Phil seems to stare through the screen with distant eyes, hardly blinking, just staring.
* it must of been an hour before Phil finally moved again *
Dan:" Do you want anything to eat? A sandwich or something?"
His mind switches back on and his eyes seem to focus.
Phil:" can I have a sandwich please?"
He smiles at me and sits up.
Dan:" what do u want? Cheese, ham..."
Phil:"ham please."
Phil's POV
Why is Dan so nice to me? I don't deserve him. Does he like me? This is probably fake. Does he love me for who I am or does he just want my body?
What if dad finds out about today? He'll kill me...
The door opens and Dan walks in with the sandwiches smiling, I force a smile back.
I do like being with him it's just every time I'm with him I'm worried I'll hurt him.
We eat our sandwiches in silence, the TV still screen's still beaming.
My arm stings, I try to ignore it but the stinging is constant. I reach to scratch my arm, but then I realise what the consequences would be if I scratched too hard.
Ever since my mum and dad started to fight,
everything has started to go down hill for me.
I couldn't concentrate on my studies, I blocked out all my friends and I was soon isolated from everyone.
My dad beat me and he still does, he does it harder each time to make sure he leaves a mark.
Then the bullies came. They called me a fag, scum, nancy, pansy, fairy...
All the spiteful words you can come up with.
They use to trap me, like their prey, and Pummel me to the ground until I could hardly breath. Just because I let someone else into my life.
I thought they loved me but I guess they were playing me for a fool. When I found them kissing my best friend behind the school.
That was it! That was the last straw! I didn't want to live anymore! I still don't!
I tried to end my life. I tried all the methods but it always fucked up.
But now Dan's gotten in the way and now he's going to get hurt.
I don't want a anymore pain for me, for Dan, for anyone.
