Watched // Phan (HIATUS)

Chapter 1

Hello reader! This is future writer here thanking you for going onto this fic. This chapter, and the first couple are pretty terrible but I feel like I improve as time goes on. Also I might change it up a bit, do different Pov's, readers pov, I don't know yet, we'll see where life takes me XD. Anyway thank you for surviving with me and please, enjoy my story which I am very proud of :D

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Dans pov-
It's just another day, in the same old school, with the same old people. I'm currently sitting in class painting a boy curled up on the corner of a dark, empty room. I'm sitting alone as always and I can hear everyone laughing and having a good time behind me. They never get told off though, never. It's 5 minutes until this period ends, which means 5 minutes until P.E. I start packing up when a hand tugs on my shoulder. "Drawing yourself here I see Howell", it's Sam, the school's top Bully. I sit silent, not lifting my eyes from my terrible art. "Hm?" he groaned, waiting for my answer, but I continue packing away my art. "What's wrong Howell? Cats got your tongue?!" Sam protests as he knees my left side. A groan of pain escapes my lips which makes my face go bright red. Everyone else laughed.

Finally the bell rang and it was time to get Changed for P.E, I always stay in my corner, away from all the fights and arguing, keeping me to myself. When I was ready I left to check the board that tells us what is on today, and sure enough it was my least favorite. Free period. That meant it teacher was ill, and it's probably going to be like that for the next couple weeks. I sigh and follow everyone else into our hall.

During free periods I normally sit on a bench and procrastinate quietly to myself, while everyone else is either fighting, playing tig or making out in the corner. This normally happens until the end.

It's now 15 minutes until school ends, Sam and his friends strolled over like they normally do. "Hey Howell, get up off your lazy arse and play tig with us!" I didn't dare to look up, instead I mumbled "tig? Don't tell me your 3 year old brain matches with your ideas for games." Suddenly I could feel dozens of eyes on me, I looked up to check it out and saw the entire class surrounding me, jaws almost hitting the floor. All this anxiety hits me like a truck. "What the fuck did you just say to me Howell?!" I stared at him, locked eyes, not daring to blink. "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!" He yelled as he grabbed my right wrist, pulling me to the middle of the hall. I screamed bloody murder as soon as he first grabbed me. Everyone laughed at me until they saw the red liquid covering Sams hands. -Shit- I forgot to change my bandage at lunch... I need to make up an excuse. "What the hell is this Howell!?" I had a split second to think, "emm, umm, I was drawing on my arm with red pen in art, must not of dried in!" I can feel my vision going blurry as if I'm about to faint. "Got to go!" I say as I pushed my way out of the crowd and ran into the changing room. How could I of Been so stupid! Now everyone is going to make a fool of me even more!

I got changed as fast as i could before all the other boys came in. And as soon as the bell went I was out of that school like a two Bob rocket.

I ran all the way home, which I never normally do and slammed the door behind me. I took a moment to breath while I rested my head on the door. I start hearing heels clopping against the wood floor, my step mum must be home.
"Well," she asks, she must want to know my score for my maths exam "98.5%" I reply. "shocking, why not a perfect score!?" My step mum is never happy with my scores, never. Go to your room immediately, I'll tell your father the horrible news and that will be no dinner tonight!" I hate my step mum, I miss my real mum so much. I ran up the stairs and into my room, I chucked my bag against the corner and collapsed on my bed, crying my eyes out.

I cry for 10 minutes before sitting up and walking over to my black vanity. I started into a person with lifeless eyes and a broken heart. Me. My eyes drifting down to my Stanley knife, and grabbed it to take to the bathroom. I deserve this.

I proceed to rap up my newly harmed wrist while tears dripped oonto it, making me tense my arm. I look up into a broken mirror to see the same face. I can't believe this is me.

I wandered back into my room to cry myself to sleep. On my way there I can hear my brother doing the same, my 11 year old brother Adrian, he doesn't deserve this.
I fall back onto my bed and closed my eyes, water still trickling out of them. (ping) My computer buzzed, this is the only thing that can make me happy-ish. I opened it to see what it was, to my surprise it was YouTube, someone new has made a channel. They have went by the name "amazingphil" ooh, catchy. I began playing the video to see an aesthetically pleasing, black and white Camera that showed a northern boy. "Ello there. Am Phil and this is ma first video blog." Wow! He's kinda cute...
I continue watching the video to see what Phil has to say, and it made me smile and laugh! I haven't done that since my mum was alive! Could this be the sign I've been waiting for, could this be the light? The thing that could possibly save my life?