Not So Perfect//Phan

03

*Dan*

I wake up on the floor of my bedroom, my door cracked a bit. My body aches as I lay there in a heap of pain.

The memory of last night comes rushing back to me, making my head hurt even worse.

Ana was standing by the door when I got in, my dad nowhere in sight. I knew what was coming next, but that didn't stop the fear from boiling up inside of me. She dragged me upstairs and threw me against the wall and I banged my head on the door frame. I tried to escape to my room, but she knocked me over the head with her beer bottle, causing me to fall onto the floor of my room. I just lay there after that, not having the energy to get up, as she kicked me in the gut. After awhile, she finally left and I was able to fall into a very painful, dreamless sleep.

I shake the memory out of my head and get up slowly off the floor, groaning in pain as gravity threatens to pull me back down.

I walk out of my room, checking around to make sure no one is around. I think they're both at work. I step into, closing and locking the bathroom door behind me just in case and stare at myself in the mirror. My hair is starting to curl, sticking up in all directions. There's bits of glass stuck in my hair from the beer bottle.

I pull my jumper off, along with my black t-shirt and jeans. I stand in front of the mirror in nothing but my boxers, staring at the scars and bruises that litter my body.

Unlocking the the box that holds my best friend, I turn on the shower, take off my boxers, and hop in. I slide the blade across my right wrist several times, letting the water wash the blood down the drain, the sting from the shower adding to the pain.

When I get out of the shower, I wrap a bandage around my damaged wrist and a towel around my waist. I put my razor back in it's special box. I blow dry my hair and quickly straighten my hair so it looks halfway decent. I hold the clothes to my stomach to hide the bruises, even though no one's around. Not that anyone would care anyways, I deserve it.

When I get to my room, I sit down on my bed and grab my phone, so glad that it's Saturday and I won't have to deal with that shit hole they call school. I don't think I could handle Adam right now.

My phone lights up to tell me I have a new text, which is surprising. I have no friends.

Hey Danny boy, wanna hang out today?

It's from Phil. Oh yeah, I guess I do kind of almost have one friend now.

I laugh at the nickname, texting him back.

Sure, Philly.

I put my phone on my bedside table and go to my dresser to pick out a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirts and my favourite grey jumper. I get dressed and put my socks and converse on. My phone buzzes from my bedside table again.

I pick it up; it's Phil again.

Who else, Stupid? You don't have any friends.

Meet me at that park in 30?

K.

I text back, shoving my phone in the pocket of my jeans.

I plug my earbuds into my phone and put them in my ears. I turn up the volume as loud as it will go, blocking out the rest of the world. I walk downstairs and out the front door.

Not wanting to pass my school on the way to the park, I take an alternative route to get there, which crosses over a bridge that passes over top of a highway.

I stop in the middle of the bridge and look over at the cars driving by. The music plays so loud in my ears that I can't even hear myself think, which is kind of the point.