Not So Perfect//Phan

01

Look at this adorable lil bean though.

Okay, sorry.

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*Dan*

The clock ticks by at the slowest pace imaginable. I stare at the seconds going by like dying slugs. The room is filled with smelly teenagers, making the air stuffy and hard to breathe. I tap my fingers on the table quietly and count down the seconds until the ell rings, begging to get out of this hell.

The bell finally rings and I'm stumbling to get out the door as fast as I can. I'm the first one out, the rest of them trying to squeeze past me. I walk down the hall at the fastest pace I can without drawing any attention to myself. My heart rate speeds up as I approach the door, trying to make it there before-

"Hey Freak!"

Too late.

I stop dead in my tracks, frozen in fear of what could come next. Sometimes he just likes to scare me but other times it can be so, so bad.

I'm dragged back by the collar of my shirt, choking me and causing me to cough.

"You weren't trying to skip out early on me were you?" Adam asks, shoving me back against the lockers.

"What do you want, Adam?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

Bad move.

His meaty fist comes into contact with my stomach and I involuntarily make a squeak in pain. But I don't crumble; I stand my ground.

"You think you can talk back to me you little fag?" He punches me again and this time, I fold. I double over in pain, all air knocked out of me, making it nearly impossible for me to breathe.

Tear rush to my eyes, but I hold them back, not wiling to give Adam the satisfaction of seeing me cry that I know he so badly wants.

I few of the other lingering students look over at me with sympathetic looks in their eyes, but they know better than to try and help me. I've been Adam's human punching bag for three years now, and anytime someone tries to help me, they end up getting hurt. I'd rather just take my beatings on my own, I deserve it anyways.

"That should teach you. Freak." He spits the last word at me, leaning down so that he's only inches from my face.

He walks away laughing and I slide onto the ground, clutching my stomach in pain. At this point, most of the kids have left the building, only a few remaining, but they take no notice of me.

After a few minutes of gathering the strength to stand up, I stumble my way out the door, clutching my stomach.

I make it home about ten minutes later, a walk that would usually take me about 5 minutes, and stand at my front door. I straighten my posture and open the door, attempting to put a neutral look on my face.

As I walk into the kitchen, I'm greeted by my overly cheerful dad and my grumpy stepmom, as per usual.

"Hey Daniel! How was your day?" My dad jumps into conversation as soon as he catches sight of me.

"It was fine," I lie in a monotone voice, not wanting to talk about it.

"That's good. Would you like a snack?" He asks, going to the fridge.

"No, I'm not really hungry," I reply, "I'm just gonna go change and then go for a walk," I start heading up the stairs to me room.

"Okay, Son" I hear him call after me, "Just be sure you're home for dinner."

I walk up the stairs without another word, going into my room and closing the door quietly behind me, not wanting to upset my stepmom.

I lay down on my bed, not bthering to take off my shoes, and stare up at the ceiling for a few minutes, trying to get ahold of my emotions. Thoughts swirl through my head, which is filled with grey clouds and smoke, making it hard for me to breathe.

I get up and go over to my bathroom to try and get rid of my awful headache. I open up the medicine cabinet and grab a bottle of aspirin, dumping three of the pills into my hand and swallowing them with water from the sink. When I go to put away the bottle, my eye catches sight of a familiar little box.

I grab the box from the shelf, running my hand over the lock on the side of it, hiding the contents from anyone's sight but mine. I reach under the sink and run my fingers underneath the top edge, finding the key that I've taped there.

Pulling the key away from the wood, I unlock the box and slide out the piece of silver metal that's hidden inside.

My fingers twirl the blade in my hand, staring at the familiar friend of mine.

I finally roll the sleeve of my jumper up and lay my arm over top of the sink, sliding the razor across my wrist. The sting radiates through my arm and clears my head. The blade kisses my already torn up skin three more times, the beads of blood slowly drip down my arm. I run water over my arm, watching the red liquid swirl down the drain.

I bandage up my arm and pull the sleeve of my jumper back over it, locking my special friend back up in the box and hiding the key away.

I walk swiftly out of the bathroom, all colour drained from my face in fear that if someone sees me, they'll know. I rush back into my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me.

I grab my black jumper from my closet, switching my current grey jumper for it. I then grab my phone and headphones out of my bag, sticking my earbuds in and turning the volume up until the rest of the world fades into the background.

I run down the stairs, making sure to close my bedroom door, hoping that no one will be down there and I can leave in peace. No such luck.

"Where are you going, you little shit?" My step mom's voice says from the kitchen, surring slightly.

I turn my head and make eye contact with the evil bitch. She's standing there, swaying in place, holding a glass bottle of beer in one hand, the other hand balled into a fist at her side.

"I told you, I'm going for a walk," I say quietly, not wanting to upset the beast.

I step down from the last step, the floor creaking under me, causing my heart to skip a beat at the noise.

"Really? At this hour?" She asks, stepping towards me, ready to pounce.

I look at the clock that's behind her.

"It's 5:30." I say, still trying to be quiet so I don't anger her even more, and also not wanting my dad to hear.

"Don't back talk me!" She screams loudly, the bottle flying out of her hand and crashing into the wall right beside my head, shattering into a million little pieces.

"Ana?!" I hear my dad call down from upstairs.

The beast's head snaps up to answer the call, giving me a small window of opportunity to slip past her and out the front door, which I know I'm going to pay for when I get back.

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First chapter! Hope it was okay.

Sorry if it was short, I just needed to have a break before the next scene.

Pleas leave a comment saying if you liked it or not, and feel free to comment what I could do better.

Sorry if there are typos. I type really fast and sometimes I don't catch them even when I go through when I'm done.