Clinical 》Phan

Chapter 1

Dan

I groggly wake up, the feeling of dread already setting in, as it always does because I woke up, alive, breathing.

I rub away the sleep from my eyes, slowly reaching over across my bed side table to my phone going off annoyingly.

Shutting it off, I tiredly walked toward the bathroom. I stare blankly at the sink, horrible memories coming to mind.

I quickly grab my toothbrush, trying to forget, but the problem is that I can't forget. I end up doing what I know best, to mask.

Fake smiles, fake laughter, fake happiness, they make up my all too fake persona. I finish, walking to my closet and grabbing the all to familiar, black, black, black.

It helps to hide the things I want to keep hidden. Looking at my clock, it read 6:30 am. I grab what I need, knowing I need to make it to school by 7:00, as it's usually a 30 minute walk, considering that I get easily distracted.

As step over the threshold of my room door, the pill bottle that sits on my desk drills holes in my head. I should take them, I need to.

I turn back and grab them hastily, shoving them in bag. Knowing I'll probably need them later. I try to quietly run past my dad's room, knowing from past experiences, how the situation would turn out if I didn't.

I run to the door, desperately trying to unlock it. Quietly, as to make little noise as possible. Remembering the past events of when I didn't use precaution.

I shudder, erasing the memory from my mind, and walking over the threshold swiftly. As I walk out the door, I check the clock, it reading 7:55. I quicken my pace, stumbling over my feet in the process.

As my boring, depressing high school came into veiw, I let out a sigh of relief. Knowing that I wasn't going to be as late as I thought originally.

Steps away from my classroom door gave me the worst anxiety ever. Everyone would be starring at me, and it would just make my self-esteem drop lower then it already was.

Pulling the handle, As soon as I walk in, I immediately feel dozens of pairs of eyes drilling holes through me.

"Late again Howell?" Mr. Lorez says, in annoyed tone might I add.

"Uhh...yeah s-sorry." I say awkwardly, stumbling over my own words.

"Just sit down please and stop interrupting my class." He says irritated.

"Not like anyone's paying attention anyways." I say, hoping he didn't hear. I sit down and the awkward feeling of being watched still hasn't worn off. With a annoyed sigh, I rest my head upon my desk, just wanting the day to be over already.

The door to the class room opens once again, to my teacher's dismay.

"Oh here we go again who's here to interupt my cla- Oh hello Mrs. Pierce" He greets the principal with the fakest smile he could conjure up in the short amount of time.

"Hello Mr. Lorez, I'm just here to introduce Phil lester here, a new student who will now be attending your class for now on" She says.

"Oh okay, thank you. Umm... Phil you can sit over there by uhhh... Dan. Dan can you please raise your hand?

My head shoots up at the sound of my name, looking over to this new Phil kid. He waves to be awkwardly, walking over to me and and shooting me a smile, that I can't return.

"Uhhh hey I'm Phil" He says with a smile, which for some reason puts butterflies in my stomach.

"Uhh hey, I'm Dan" I reply back, hardly paying attention, drowning in his beautiful ocean blues, prettier then anything I've ever seen.

I hope that was a good first chapter *awkward laughter*, so uh my name's Elida and I'm going to be writing this sucky story you're reading :)) I'll try to update as often as I can, key word "try."