Save Me ; Phan ~ completed

chapter 1

Dan has always been an outcast, the one no one talked to. But at least when he was younger he had a decent family, but ever since high school started, it's been quite the opposite. 

He's ignored in the hallways, and everywhere else for that matter. Sometimes, it's hard to believe that he isn't invisible.

Most people thought he was the average 16 year old outcast, but hey, guess they were wrong. 

The honest truth? He's bullied, abused, and suicidal. And that's just scratching the surface. 

He really doesn't want to live anymore, because well, every aspect of his life truly sucks. He hates the feeling of having to get up in the morning and live another day.

So in his mind, he knows that he won't live much longer. He's just barely holding on to the days as they pass by, and looking for one reason to hold on a little longer. 

On this particular day it was a Sunday, and Dan was simply dreading having school the following day. He woke up with a pounding pain in his head, and a heavy feeling in his chest. Although he would've loved to stay in bed and wish death upon himself for the rest of the day, that wasn't going to happen. Nearly 15 minutes after he had woken up, his mother dragged him out of the bed, telling him to go outside. "Come on Daniel, you sat at home all day yesterday. You've got to get outside." She says pleadingly, crossing her arms. 

"Okay, fine." He mumbles tiredly, yawning. It wasn't every day that his mother was home. She was the only person who seemed to give a single shit about his existence. 

Ever since his father had cheated, everything in their family went to shit. His mother left, and came back nearly a year later. What she didn't know is that when she left, she took the last of her husbands sanity with her. He started drinking and abusing Dan. So when she finally came back home, her family was in ruins. When she occasionally came home, Dan was willing to do anything just to get a little happiness.. And maybe a little love from at least one of his parents. 

"Do you want something for breakfast?" She asks, standing in the doorway of his room. 

"No, I'm not really hungry." He mutters, the thought of food making him sick. That's the thing about depression, it can make you loose the will to do everything, even eat. Plus, food hasn't been quite appealing with how disgusting he thinks he looks already. 

"Alright, I'll be downstairs." His mother smiles, walking back out of the room. If only she knew that her son was near death. Dan bites his lip at the thought that maybe it'd be better if he just never existed. What would his mother think? 

He shuffles on some clothes and walks down the stairs and out the front door. Dan had a habit of going on extensively long bike rides and getting so out of breath he was close to passing out. He really didn't mean to do it, it somehow made him feel more alive. It was a way for him to clear his mind, even for just a little while. He took a deep breath of the cool November air, hopping onto his bike and speeding down the driveway. 

Maybe he'll be able to lose the pit in his stomach, and for once be able to eat something later. 

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Phil on the other hand was a relatively happy person. He never had many friends either, but never thought anything of it. The two had slightly similar childhoods, but took it different ways. Phil always found a way to make his bad situations positive. He had a good family, which was something Dan could only dream of at this point. Phil had it a lot easier then Dan, life just seemed to treat him better.  So no, he wasn't depressed like Dan was, or nearly as mentally unstable, but he wasn't particularly satisfied with his life.