crazy//phan

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Dan woke up to the beep beep beep of his alarm clock. His eyes heavy and sticky. Glancing over at the clock, it read 7:32. His legs felt like gelatin. Wobbling downstairs, he took his pills while waiting for his bread to pop out of the toaster. The shock of the toaster rattled his thin frame.

"What's you're number today?" His mum stopped him as he walked towards the stairs. Him and his mom had a system, a number system. 1-10. Ten was the best, and one was the worst. 

"Four." Dan stated, quickly, with a small, hoarse voice. 

"That's good. Let's keep that there, or maybe improve?" One of Dan's counselors taught his mom to try and "debate with the problem". Pretty much his mom trying to tell his depression to not be bad.

Straining every muscle in his body, he ran up the stairs. Quickly eating his piece of toast, he changed out of his sweatpants and t-shirt combo into skinny jeans and a black jumper. Combing his curly hair out of his face, noticing it's increasing length, he grabbed his homework out of his backpack. Doing some of his maths homework, he struggled with the simple things. Every problem seems like a different language to him. His hand numbs. He was tired. 

His mum comes to his room at 8, taking him to school. He quickly shoved a blanket into his bag. In the car, the rain pounding of the windows, the occasional wiping of the windshield wipers, and the hum of the engine occupied the empty space that was Dan.

"Love you sweetie!" Dan's mum said as he unbuckled his seat belt.

"Love you too." He said, struggling to pull a voice out of his shallow chest.

He walked across the wet pavement. The rain stopped but the sky was still icy grey. Not many students were at school yet, so he could roam through the halls without being bumped into. Pulling up to his locker, he spun the combination, and grabbed out the flashlight he kept in the shelf of his cluttered locker, and slammed it shut.

Checking if the coast was clear, he jogged to the storage room that nobody ever went into. Inside, the closet smelled of cleaning products and dust. Luckily, he wasn't afraid of spiders, because if he screamed, somebody was sure to notice him. The closet was "L" shaped, long and skinny, with a small attachment on the end on the left. Only a few things were kept there, so he could go into the back area. There he pulled out the blanket he stuffed in his bag and curled up on the polished concrete.

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still, bless if ur reading this

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