*Dans POV*
A fresh spurt of blood rushed out the back of my head, I felt like i was drowning in my own fluids. I looked up at my torturer, travis, the school hard nut had been doing this to me for as long as i could remember - and there wasn't any signs of it stopping. Fixing my eyes on him I implored for him to stop "s-s-stop!" I pleaded, but he just kicked me harder in the ribs, grabbed me roughly by the neck and smashed my nose into the lockers. I heard the sound of my nose crunch and it began to add to the pool of blood that was already existant on the floor, it took me a moment to realise it was all mine. The sound of the crunch seem to satisfy him, so he gave me one last vicious slap to the face and growled "we had our fun with the faggot, until tomorrow gayboy," and he left me. I felt like i was being suffocated by my own blood.
*Phils POV*
Moving schools once more...I sighed, I hated life being this way, I hoped this place would be better and I wouldn't get my face kicked in everyday. "Pfft," I mocked myself, thats what I said everytime I had moved. "I hope this, I hope that" I always had stood out as an easy target, I prayed that no one would find out here - because I, Phil lester, liked boys.
