My Wish (Phan AU)

Chapter 1

Chains. Metal rope. Chains have the ability to keep something in it's place. To confine something. To hold it there. Chains are something I have. I'm stuck it this place. Stagnant. Confined. No place to go. No hope. Nothing to get me out of bed in the morning. Why do I do feeling this way. What do I have to hope for.
   What am I on this earth for. Am I hear to rot away in this cell. Or am I supposed to go to university. Am I supposed to become a lawyer. DAMNIT! Why am I here. I have nothing no body to lean on? 
   I hear my tears fall on the concrete floor. A constant sound. Drip drip. Making my ear drums fill with their sounds. Taunting me.
   My arms are chained to the wall. As well as my legs. I have no where to run. I can't escape my father's wrath. He put me here to rot. To starve. To wish I was dead. But why? Why is this my life? Why can't I do anything?
   I hate this! I hate him! I hate life!
My tears speed up. Falling from my eyes like rivers. Uncontrollable rivers. I can't live like this anymore. I just can't.
   I lay my head on my lap. Hoping to wake up from this nightmare. Hoping to wake up normal. Happy. Loved.
   "Danny Boy!"
My father taunts looking at me through the cell bars in our basement.
   "Are you hungry"
I turn my face away from him. Hoping not to see his fiery eyes. His wrathful smirk. Hoping to make him disappear.
   "ANSWER ME DAMNIT"
"Yes" I whisper.
"I can't hear you. Speak up." He taunts.
"Yes" I speak.
He slides a bowl of soup and some bread beneath the bars.
"I can't have you dying on me. Then who am I going to play with"
My father laughs. "You better eat it or I will take it away"
I push myself over to the tray. My frail body can hardly make it.
   The soup is cold but I can't complain. I get food every third day if I'm lucky.
   I grab the bowl with my frail fingers and I eat. I eat like I haven't eaten in years. I throw back the entire bowl in an instant and I scarf down the bread as well.
   "I bet your thirsty too. How about you be a good animal and drink from this bowl"
   Its humiliating to do this but I throw my head into the bowl and I drink. Drinking as much as I can. As fast as I can. If I don't I won't have any water until my daily bottle gets thrown in.
   "Good boy. Now remember why you are here and tell me why I put you in here and you can get out."
I was shocked.
"I-i forgot to fold your shirts."
"Yes you did and why are you still here"
"Because I ignored you"
My dad snickers "yes good boy"
My father unlocks the cell and my chains. I slowly stand up and I run up the basement stairs. I run to my room and I lock the door.
I can't live like this anymore. I have to leave.
I pack a bag and shove it under my bed.
There is only one place safe I can go. Miller's institution for the mentally ill.
I start to cry again. I reach in my night stand and grab out my blade. I slice it over my forearm back and forth. Back and forth. Over and over again until there is no room for more. Then I move to my other arm and repeat the same pattern. Blood drips from my arms and onto the floor. Drip drip. Mixing with my tears. Falling slowly almost like it is trying to say something. Almost like it is playing music. I stop. The blade falls to the floor. My head is spinning.
   I look out of my window and see no light. No hope. Just rain. And darkness.
   I grab my shoes and slide them on not even worrying about socks. I throw on my jacket and I grab my stuffed dinosaur and I open the window. I throw my bag out first then I jump myself. I am still weak but I pick up my bag and run.
   I run to the street and just keep running. As fast as I can I just run.
   The sound of my foot hitting dead leaves that lie scattered on the ground. I finally see light.
   The light inside of Miller's institution for the mentally ill.

Hey I hope you guys liked that. It was sad and hard for me to write. I won't be publishing another part until at least one person reads it. Thank you. -OliverYaoi 🍙