Anonymous || Phan

The Boy With The Blue Eyes

//TRIGGER WARNING// MENTIONS SELF HARM//

Dan's POV:

Its been a year now, and every day has been the same old thing. I would get ready, have something homophobic or offensive written on the whiteboard outside my dorm, get laughed at while making my way through the crowds of people pointing at my direction, sometimes physically hurt as well, sit quietly in class, then get a few punches thrown my way.

I guess I've gotten used to facing the constant abuse and pain alone, but at the same time I just want someone to be there when I cry. I want someone to hold me as I lay my head on their shoulder and get pulled closer. But I know that'll never happen. No one could love a worthless faggot like me. Not my own parents. Neither of my parents wanted me. First my dad left when I was 10, then at the age of 15 I got put up for adoption. I remember the exact words my mother used as she aggressivly pushed me towards the kind looking lady, resulting in me falling to my knees.
"He's a useless piece of shit that doesn't deserve to live in my house. Find him some other faggots to live with."
The words she used struck me so hard, it felt like she graphically ripped my heart right out of my chest.

*BEEP BEEP*
The sudden beeping of my phone brought me back to reality, pushing the depressing flashback that has just entered my mind away.

And the cycle begins
I think to myself, ready for the pain that I was about to take in.

I decided to take a quick shower, I wanted this day to end as fast as possible. As I look down to my bruised arm, the burning water stings my recent slits. The liquid
ended up making some of them bleed again because of the heat, but I didn't mind.

I got out of the shower and decided to wear my eclipse shirt with black jeans.
I walked back into the bathroom, wiping down the fog that was on my mirror.
As I stare at my face, words begin to appear in my mind.
You're useless, nobody would care if you died.
I grab my straightener and straighten my hobbit hair. Just another one of the hundreds of flaws I have. I end the first step of the cycle by putting some foundation and concealer over my cuts.

I walk out of my dorm to check what was on the board today. It read Die Fag
Honestly not surprised. I wipe it off with my hand and continue to walk to my class.

As I walk I get interrupted by a familiar voice.
'Hey, faggot, kissed any guys lately?'
I instantly knew who it was after that one despicable comment.
'Oh, who am I kidding? No one could love a useless faggot like you. Not even another homo.'
'What are you doing here Harry?'
I asked, worried about what my future had in store for me.
'Me? Oh nothing much, just trying to get that disgusting smile off your face. Oh wait, thats not needed. You never smile anyway.'
He keeps walking close to me as I slowly back up, soon reaching a dead end.
'Harry, please dont...' I said under my breath.
As always, he didn't listen.
He pushes me against the wall as I hear people rushing to the scene.
'Oh No.' I mumble
'Oh, what was that Danny?' He says as he throws the first punch.

I feel my mouth begin to bleed as Harry tells everyone to hold down my arms and legs so that I couldnt move, and that's what they did.

People begin to kick at me and punch me in the gut, some girls with sharp nails decided to slowly scratch my arms, resulting in them bleeding. Everyone seemed to enjoy laughing at my misery.

Suddenly I hear a voice I didn't recognize, it sounded sweet and gentle but at the same time, it wasnt too deep or too high. It was just right.
I couldnt hear what it was saying because of the fact that it was so far, I only heard the echo.

As the guy runs towards me, he keeps yelling
'Stop! Please, stop It!'
Those were words I never thought I'd hear.

He pushes everyone away from me, which was surprising because of the fact that they were gripping on really tight.
'Leave him alone!' He yells.
Everyone walks off, disappointed that they couldnt break me even more. There was only one boy left standing in the same place.

I quickly lose balance and fall down, letting out a yell because of the pain.
'Are you Okay?' He gets on one knee and helps me up, but I fall down to the ground again.
'I'm fine.' I lie, confused about why he helped me.
'No, you're not. No one would be okay after that.' He sits down against the wall, and wraps his arms around me.
Shocked, I quickly push him away.
'What are you doing?' I say with an unintentionally rude tone.
'I'm just trying to help...' He says, slightly disappointed.
'I'm sorry, I came off a bit rude. I'm just shocked.' I say, looking down to the ground.
'It's Okay, don't be sorry. I'd be shocked too if a stranger randomly hugged me.'
I weakly laugh at the comment.

'I'm Phil by the way.' He enthusiastically says with a grin on his face, putting his hand out so that I could shake it.
I hesitate to say my name,
'Dan...' I say, looking at his hand, but not shaking it.
He awkwardly puts down his hand, but he was still smiling.
I finally look up. He had black hair that was taken to the side, creating a long side fringe. Exactly like my hair but his fringe was on the left when mine was the right. He had quite pale skin, if it were one shade lighter he would probably go transparent. But the thing that stood out the most were his beautiful eyes. They were a light blue colour with dark blue rims, but what made them spectacular was the hints of gold spread around them.
He's perfect.

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Authors note:
Hey! I hope you enjoyed that! It's quite long but I really enjoyed writing it. I feel so bad cause I was so mean to Dan in this and its probably gonna get worse :( I love you guys so much!
Thanks for reading ^-^