Phantom- A Whoever x Whoever story

Chapter 1- Destiny's POV

He's a jock. She's a phantom. But both want to be freed.

 Dylan's cage, if you looked inside, you were faced with phantoms all alike. Their eyes screamed for help, though their mouths stayed sewn shut. 

The only way out is death.

Or love.

True love, in fact. 

Having the one person to hold you, is the person that will set you free. 

Through dangers, turmoil, and obstacles, they must risk everything.

To be together.

Once escaped, they live forever.

In love forever.

Together forever.

Black tee-shirt, black jeans, black sneakers, black jacket. That was my apparel every single day. Just to stay unnoticed. To keep myself hidden. To make sure I'm not getting bullied by anyone else. I already have to deal with Dylan and his group of friends, which is hard enough, as he's a year older than me, and a lot larger.

Sometimes a person or two will come watch this happen; me getting punched and kicked by him and his friends, but most of the time people just pass me, ignoring my bruised and bloody figure. Most of the time, I'm sitting in the bathroom, getting harassed by Avery and her friends. So, basically, I'm always being abused. I'm always being hurt. I'm stuck in the same loop. Wake up, get dressed, get abused, go home, sleep. And that's it.

I don't even have a family to go home to. My mom is always working, and I'm still unsure of who my father is. He left when I was a child, at least 1 year old. I guess he wasn't ready, though I was already alive and awake. If that doesn't show how horrible some people are, I guess you haven't met me.

I also have to work for myself, as my mom only works for money to buy weed. It's horrible, I know, but at least she bought herself a trailer to smoke it in. She's a junkie that refuses to go to rehab, but still shows me enough affection for me to stay. When she does come home, she gives me a few kisses and says how much she loves me and needs me in her life. She says I'm the reason she's still living, as when my father left her she felt like she had nothing to live for. But me. That's why I have the name I do.

She thinks I have a Destiny.

Something to live for.

She knows about my bullying, the abuse.

She's called the police for me, she's done everything she could.

I know she just doesn't understand how hard it is when I try to resist.

Here's how today went. It was different than most days. I had someone by my side. I had someone to defend me.

"Mom, I'm going to school!" I yell into her trailer. I hear a small, "Mhm," so I take that as a sign to go away. I pick up my maroon backpack and walk down our narrow sidewalk, where I was met with our neighborhood crossing guard, Mary-Ann.

"Hey, Dez. Feeling up to go to school today?" Ann addressed me, though there was a group of kids around me. I nod, looking down at my feet.

"I guess, though I'm never feeling up to go to school," I mutter under my breath. She nods, letting the car pass before helping the group of kids cross the street.

"Well, try to find a friend today. They can help you through this," Ann says, giving me a sympathetic smile.

"I'll try," I give her a weak smile back as I walk down the bigger sidewalk leading to the school.

I continue into the large school, my small 5'2" body strolling through the narrow halls.

"Hey, fatass!" I hear a deep voice catcall from behind me. I continue to walk, speeding up a bit to get to my next class.

"HEY. You listen to me when I talk to you!" I hear the voice grow louder and louder, until I feel myself get picked up into the air. "I said hello. You respond when I'm talking to you."

I swallow and nod, fighting back the tears gathering in my eyes.

"Good." Dylan throws me against a concrete wall, and I slide to the floor. Today, instead of one or two people gathering, it was at least 50 people, all of them have faces of disgust, or terror.

"WHAT?! MOVE ON," Dylan screams at all of them. They all look up from me and scatter, trying to get away from the horrible man in front of them.

I watch Dylan leave as the bell rang, leaving me and my bleeding head in the halls. I only see one other person in the halls: a brunette, with gray-blue eyes. He looks like he'd be friends with Dylan, as he obviously plays sports. He seems concerned, but he's most likely not caring about me. He's probably concerned about his hair or something. Not me. Never me.

A/n- Hey senpais! Not sure what to make of this one, but here I am. Writing it. It's good though. I have chapter 2 finished, and I'm working on Chapter 3. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF IT!! I want to know if I should continue this, or just go back to staying silent except for the occasional story. LOVE YA! 

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