Hi. Any normal story would give you a blurb or something that tells you about the story. But this isn't a normal story. This is my story and I think it's time to share. My name is dan and I was just an average teenager who was just slightly different. I guess I should start with that morning. That morning everything changed.
I walked downstairs earlier then everyone else. Just like I always did. I never got up at the same time as everyone else because I knew that if I did, one one them would hit me or they would all insult and make fun of me. I had to train myself to wake up this early because if my alarm rang and anyone else heard it. That wouldn't be good. I new better then to disturb them.
It was a Thursday. School. Great. If I wasn't getting beaten here in the morning. I would as sure as hell get beaten at school. I actually believed that hell would be better then the 'life' I was living.
I wish I could tell you that, that morning I woke up, had breakfast, then got dressed and happily made my way to school but that would be bullshit. I woke up, cried for 45 minutes while I unwillingly yet willingly at the same time dressed myself in the antagonising school uniform that I hated so fucking much just because of some fucking government rules about all minors staying in education until 18. It was a long time ago since they were in school, they had no idea how painful it was for me to even look in the same direction as another human in that shit hole, let alone 'learn' and 'make a future for myself' in it. This shit hole we live in is just a constant depressing carousel that just keep going Round in circles over and over and over again but just with a different set of dummies each spin. I couldn't wait to leave. Anyway, my stories getting side tracked. Where was I? Ahhh yes. My painful morning routine.
So after I was done crying and getting changed into what felt like my prison scrubs I would grab my bag and my ear phones then set off to school. Any normal person would've had breakfast, but in my head, food was only for when I was happy. If I was sad, I didn't deserve food because I was being a burden. I was such a fucking idiot.
I shoved my earphones in and started to play the sweet sounds of safety. You see, my music, was my safe zone. I had those earphones in and I was untouchable, the whole world around me, didn't exist. It was the only reason I had made it that far.
I walked to school the long way, since I had some time to kill. Through that same old forest, stopping by the big old oak tree to light a fag. I new I shouldn't smoke, I didn't like that I smoked and I new that if my family found out I would be punished so hard, but I was lost and I would've tried anything to feel found, even if I did ruin my internal organs in the process.
I remember when I got there at that dull, old building. Everything at home seemed 10x better and everything in my mind suddenly got 10,000x worse. It was hell. It was worse then hell. It felt worse then limbo. Because in those walls I new that no one cared. Yeah I had friends, but truthfully I knew that if I had left, never to be seen again. They would've gotten over it fast. To be honest, thinking back, it's kinda funny how my friends, at times, could've made me feel just as bad as those bullies did. But whats friendship without pain, I would've told myself, just like when I tried to fool myself that high school is this shit for everyone. BULLSHIT. I was so naive.
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AUTHORS NOTE: This is not a fan fiction. I know the main character is called dan but no it's not dan(iel) Howell. I just happen to have a really close connection with the name dan. Also, I would say that this story is based on real life but the rest of it hasn't happened yet so I guess we'll find out soon enough what happen next.
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