The colour grey // phan

I said stop.

~present~
Dan slides his school bag off of his now aching shoulder, places it on the bag rack and  creeps past his snoring stepfather, who is asleep on the probably moulding armchair in the lounge.
He sneaks up the creaky wooden steps, which dan thinks could probably very easily collapse under the right amount of weight. He jumps into his spotless room.
He has a very small room. Kinda like Harry potters second room in the series.
He has a very well made single bed, with grey and yellow bedsheets. His two favourite colours. He has a large wall mirror hung above his modern black dresser, which stores all his clothes and shoes. He has a small wooden bookshelf. On the first shelf he had the Harry Potter series. On the shelf below that he kept the gone series, a few of his favourite biographies and a journal.
The third shelf held a bunch of mini cacti and a few of his favourite records: vessel, David Bowie and panic! at the disco.
On the fourth shelf were his mothers old possessions. Her jewellery box, perfume, her favourite dress and a photo of her. 

Dan sighed as he heard his stepdad creak his way up the sketchy stairs. Like a flash dan got under the covers and pretended to have fallen asleep.
When his stepdad reached the door, his heart stopped. Silence.
"You ain't fooling anyone you fucking cunt"
Dan hated the word cunt, so did his mother.
Dan turned around, sitting up as he did so.
"Mum told you not to use that word" dan yelled at his stepfather. He hated him, with a burning passion.
He had a right to.
"Oh you are going to get it, you hear me?" He screams at dan.
Matt (stepdad) was barging towards him.
When he was only a few inches from dan, he started to pry his belt off his own waist.
"Stop" dan pleaded.
"Don't suppose mum is here to stop me eh" Matt said spitefully.
With that, dan burst into tears, and the first lashing of many whipped across his face.

The wound instantly bled, the force of it made it quite deep. The pain was deeper.
Matt had never hit him on the face, with a fucking belt.
Dan could feel the cool blood oozing down his face. He covered his eyes in a desperate attempt to keep them safe, making the rest of his body vulnerable.
Pain like the colour red. Hatred like the colour green. Dizziness like the colour grey.

After many lashings later, around 14 dan counted. after a long painful, stinging bath, after a long cleanup session; dan went to bed. He pulled out his phone to see a message.

Unknown number: Hi dan, it's phil..

Dan smiled as he saw the message, shy phil had actually messaged him. He added phil to his contacts and continued the conversation.

Dan: Hello Phil, how are you?
Phil: better, what about you?
Dan: well that's another story I guess
Phil: what do you mean?
Dan: abusive stepfather.
Phil: oh no, what did he do?
Dan: hit me, with a belt.
Phil: dan that's awful! You need to call the police right now.
Dan: they don't care phil, I've already tried
Phil: oh
Dan: this is starting to look a lot like a conversation we have already had
Phil: you're right
Dan: well I gotta go to sleep, goodnight, see you at school. 

Dan didn't wait for a reply, he just sunk under the covers and tried to sleep comfortably. He knew his face would be completely scarred and disgusting when he woke up. Oh well, I'll leave my future problems up to future me. dan thinks.

Ayo I'm sorry but it can only get better from here right!