The Gayest Gay Who Ever Gayed-Phan

Sleep for now

A/N: I was going to split this into two chapters but I just made an
extra long chapter, enjoy🍓💿

They should not have called her.
She will be mad.
For as long as I can remember my mother has not come to the school under any circumstances.
Not my seventh grade spelling bee.
Not my choir concerts.
Not my parent-teacher conferences.
She does not care.
She has never cared.

They told me she was on her way to get me.
Why come now?
I could see her giving the kid who hurt me a pat on the back.
Tell him good job.
She would love to have someone help her in the 'physically and emotionally injuring Phil' department.

There was the squeak of the office door opening and I flinched hearing the harsh clacking of the heals of my mother.

This person, however acted nothing close to my impudent mother.

I have never seen her like this.

She came quickly towards me.

Who is this woman?

"Honey are you okay?" A plastered look of concern across her features.

"Y-yes," what am I supposed to say to a question like that coming from my heartless mother?

She made small talk with the ladies in the front office and signed a paper to check me out. I could not concentrate on the words only the look in her eyes. It seemed so real.

Her cold fingers squeezed my arm as she moved us to the exit, bidding farewell with a glossed over smile.

As soon as we exited the building into the crisp cool air her whole demeanour changed. Pushing me away from her grasp and putting on her signature cold glare that I am accustomed to receiving from her.

Ah yes here she is.

The whole car ride home she said nothing nor did she when we got home.

As I stepped out of the car the unforgiving breeze engulfed me in its arms, harshly stabbing my minimally protected skin. The all holy leather jacket was safe in my backpack, I did not want her asking questions, then again would she even care?
She did not even deserve to see it.
I got it out as soon as I closed my room door knowing that she went into her office with the signature click I can always hear at my end of the house.
She would not be checking on me.

I again snuggled up into the worn leather article on my bed feeling the medication the nurse had given me start to make me drowsy. An outside point of view on this situation would probably seem creepy, but I really don't care about others thoughts if it makes me feel like this at the thought of him. I took a long sigh settling in as my eyelids became heavy.
Suddenly I was jolted by the vibration of the phone in my back pocket. Sliding it out and squinting at the screen in annoyance that immediately melted away.

From: (815) 884-6342
Hey Phil this is Dan (I got your number from Ash, I'm not a creeper lol) I'm really sorry for not handling the situation earlier better, I would never wish to have you in any situation that you would be hurt because you seem like a little angel bean☃I hope that you feel well🌈🐛

I hazily typed a reply not bothering to muffle the mirth in my response.

To: (815) 884-6342
Thank you for standing up for me like that, if you had not then much worse might have become of me lol🐝🍓
I am feeling much better now🌞

I put my phone on do not disturb and set it on my side table. A smile began creeping on my lips setting me off into an elated sleep with the face of Dan Howell on my mind.

• • • • • • • •

Pale yellow.
Baby blue.
The smell of freshly cut grass.
A meadow of a variety of beautiful flowers in full bloom.
A light breeze.

Dizziness.
Burgundy.
Blotches of thick black liquid.
The wind gets stronger.
Everything gone.

A woman.
Back turned to me.
The small figure looked so fragile,
so pale.

I walk closer.

Her head turns immediately.

She is featured in horrid distortion.
A soothing evil.

Hand then balled into fists.

Eyes dark and empty of emotion.

Echoing steps closer.

She swung.

A sharp pain etched its way across my face.

Little needles drew themselves from the point of impact, down my neck going all along the lengths of my body, digging hard in an ever growing pain.

She hit me again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

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