The colour grey // phan

Home?

~Present~
As the bell rings, the two boys say goodbye.
Dan sighs as he walks out of the bathroom.
He's welcomed with cold air and a whistling of wind.
The sky was still grey, greyer than before. Darker. Ominous. Still beautiful. Dan remembered his bag and flew up the stairs to grab it. Luckily his class had already been dismissed. He crept through the door and walked over to his desk to grab his matte black bag.
"Daniel" Mr Barnett addresses the sweaty teen.
"Yes?" Dan responds.
"That was a long bloody bathroom trip to me" he smirks, knowing he'd caught dan off guard.
"I agree" dan snaps. And with that he walks out of the class, making sure to slam the door as hard as he could.

When Dan exited the school gates he pulls out his phone and puts his earphones in. He presses shuffle on the playlist he put together. The first song that came on was 'mama' by MCR

Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama we all go to hell.
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well,
Mama we all go to hell.

As dan walks swiftly towards home, now a few streets away from the hell that was school, he half heartedly lip syncs the song; not wanting anyone to notice. The walk was only a few minutes long, but it felt like forever when you had to avoid people, simply because of paranoia. Dan sighed heavily and adjusted his headphones while waiting for the next lyrics.

Oh, well, now
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Mama we're all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry,
Mama we're all gonna die.

Dan turns the corner to a narrow alley, the shortcut to his house. He liked the alley because no one ever used it during the day. Dan did hear of a few drug dealings late at night, but nothing more. He pulls out a cigarette and a lighter, he knows it's horrible for him to do it, but it's sort of a coping mechanism. He tries the lighter a few times before it reveals the flame and he puts it to the cigarette, then drawing the cigarette to his mouth.

And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fire just bathe us, yeah.
You made us oh, so famous.
We'll never let you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love.

Smoke as grey as the sky, circles around the boy. He breathes in for a second before putting the cigarette to his cold lips. Dan was 16. He had naturally curly brown hair, that he straightened every morning. He had dimples as deep as his warm brown eyes. Scars telling different stories covering his body, blue and purple bruises on his neck. Thanks dad.

Mama, we're all full of lies
Mama, we're meant for the flies.
And right now, they're building a coffin for your size,
Mama, we're all full of lies.

Dan certainly was full of lies. Not that he really had anyone to lie to, except for himself.
Lies like 'Dad loves you', 'it'll be over soon', 'I'll be okay'
Such things weren't true. Not at all.
He wasn't okay, dad hated him, and he would never stop being bullied and abused.

Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue.
You should've raised a baby girl
I should've been a better son.
If you could coddle the infection.
They can amputate at once.
You should have been,
I could have been a better son.

Dan throws his cigarette in the ground. Memories like daggers hit him.
He remembers finding mum in her room, lying lifeless on the floor, rich red blood dripping from her temples. Gun in her hand. He was 14 when she committed suicide. That was two years ago. Now he lived with his abusive father.

Dan opens the door to his house.
It wasn't really a home, not anymore.

Ayo so this was a kinda sad one I guess, I'm sorry. It will get happier in a few parts. The next part will most likely be Dans dad abusing him and talking to phil via text.