Problematic

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*trigger warning, slang terms and abuse*

Dan's POV

I've never been fond of the way i am, or look, or really just anything about me in general. Ive felt this way my entire life, and i know, depressing right? It's the kind of thing that sticks with you forever, all of the tormenting, and name calling.

"Freak"

"Weirdo"

"Disgusting"

"Fag"

Hell, not even my own mother likes me. That's one of the worst feelings, knowing that the woman who gave birth to you hates your guts because you're not the perfect child. I mean, believe me, i'm used to it by now. It's kind of like burning your hand. When it first happens the pain is almost intolerable, and you kind of jump around, but the feeling of putting the burn under the cold running tap for the first time is absolutely sensational. That feeling goes away though.

That's kind of how I would describe my life. A very vivid image.

You think I would be smart and wear the clothes that are "fit for a boy", because that's what everyone else wants from me, but that's not what i want for myself. I use the fact that i literally have an eight year old body to my advantage. I've always been attracted to what my mum likes to call "feminine clothes". Honestly it's probably one of the main reasons that she refuses to call me her son. She's afraid to accept her youngest child, at least that's what my brother told me after she hit me for the fourth time that night.

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"I don't understand what's so wrong with being the way i am! Dressing the way I like!" i yelled with tears pooling in my eyes. I knew it was coming, this kind of thing happened almost every night.

"What's wrong is the fact that you don't see what's wrong. You do this intentionally don't you? Just to piss me off. I should have given you up, y-" at this specific moment my brother, Rhyan, told her to back off. She didn't stop though, she never stopped until she won.

"You Faggot."

I don't think i've ever cried that much in my entire life, words couldn't explain the feeling that arose in my chest. My face flushed from the amount of screaming and crying that i'd done that night, i was barely able to respond.

"Okay." i whispered. I wasn't able t0 move anything, i didn't even feel the sharp hand that had been placed among my rosy cheeks. She made me hate myself even more than i already did, and im telling you thats a fucking hard thing to do, and she did it almost flawlessly.

"Are you fucking serious mum? You can't be serious," he turned to me with the most distressing, and devastating look i've ever seen him wear. "Dan, i want you to go grab my keys off my dresser and start up my car. You're not staying here, just grab a few clothes and go to the car. I'll be there in a few minutes." and with that i sprinted off of the sofa and ran into my room.

I threw open my dresser and grabbed enough outfits to last me a school week, a few toiletries that i needed, my blanket that my grandma gave to me before she passed, and the keys off of my brothers dresser before running to the car. He wasn't gone for long, which i was thankful for.

There was a long silence before i decided to speak up.

"Thank you." A tear rolled down my face, but i didn't bother to wipe it away. He turned to look at me and ruffled my hair a tiny bit before he rubbed my ear to calm me down, he was honestly the best brother i could ask for. He's the only that's been here for me since grandma died. He gave me a soft smile before turning his head back to focus on the road.

"Where are we going anyway?" i asked causing my ears to move signifying that i was confused. He looked at me again and let out a small chuckle, obviously paying attention to my body language.

"You're going to stay with my friend Phil."

I was never a big fan of meeting new people, but just his name alone intrigued me.

"Phil." I repeated whispering under my breath. I hope he's nice.

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So that was the first chapter! Im thinking about updating more if people like it. I'd really appreciate it if you could tell me whatcha think. :3 Also i know its short, but i plan on making them longer, i promise!


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