Save Me ; Phan ~ completed

chapter 8

||Dan's POV||

Two hours later, Phil and I walk into the half empty school. Before I know it I'm alone at my locker and I don't even know where Phil is. I collect my things for today and close my locker, turning around and instead of seeing Phil, I'm met with the smirking face of Sam. "Hey Danielle."  He laughs, looking me up and down. I look down and attempt to pass him by. "Don't you know its rude to ignore people?" He pushes me back against the locker.

"What do you want?" I say softly, keeping my head down. 

"You left early yesterday, didn't get to see you after school. So we're doing this now, so theres no way out." He chuckles, pushing me up against the metal lockers. His hand grabs my chin forcefully, noticing the blush on my cheeks. "Fucking fag." He sneers, punching me in the jaw and the stomach, and wherever else he can reach as I sink to the floor. I don't even attempt to fight back, to weak to do anything anyways. 

"P-Please.. Stop." I beg quietly, tasting blood and seeing it drip onto the tile floor. 

"Have you had enough?"  He asks and I nod. "Do me a favor and cut yourself for me. Tell your dad I said hi too." He laughs, rolling his eyes and walking off. I lay against the tile, my entire body aching. I close my eyes and lean against the lockers, silent tears falling from my eyes. Suddenly, there are footsteps rushing up to me and someone kneels next to me. I don't bother to open my eyes, expecting Sam to be there. 

"What happened? Are you okay? Dan?" Phil says frantically, frowning at me. I open my eyes, looking back at him pitifully. "Dan?"

"Happens almost every day." I mumble, the small action of breathing hurting. 

"Why? Who did this? Are you alright?"

"They hate me. Sam. I'm not." I mumble, answering each question briefly. 

"This isn't right. Come on." He stands up, grabbing my hand and helping me up. "Let's go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up." He smiles sadly, wrapping an arm around me as we walk. He gently cleans up my cuts, showering me in concerns and telling me how sorry he is for walking off. "You want to go to the nurse?"

"Nope. They're tired of seeing me there. I'll be okay."

"Sorry." He mumbles again, making me shake my head. 

"It's fine. Thanks for helping." I say right as the first bell rings, and I walk with him to our homeroom. 

Most of the school day goes by alright, I end up by Phil's side the entire day because he wouldn't let me out of his sight. I'm not necessarily complaining, it was just different having someone who cares around. Lunch rolls around and I rush out to the front of the school before anyone can tell me not to. Phil eventually finds me with a tray of food in his hands. "There you are."

"I always go here for lunch." I mumble putting my phone down. 

"Is it really lunch if you don't have food?" He asks, looking at me skeptically. 

"Thats what the period is called so.." 

"You can have some of my food if you want." He offers and I look to the tray, the thought of food making me feel sick. 

"No, its okay." I say quickly, shaking my head. 

"I've never seen you eat before."

"I do." I say, not technically lying. I've got to eat to survive but in the past 3 days I've only hand one meal. 

"Then at least have a bag of chips or something. You haven't eaten since at least 5 in the morning and I know that."

"Fine." I sigh, grabbing the bag from him, opening it and frowning at it. 

"You just gonna stare at it?" He asks questioningly and I glare at him, making him laugh. 

"Not a big fan of.. food." I say avoiding his eyes. 

"Well you gotta eat something."

"But-"

"Seriously." He cuts me off and I just frown.

"But I'll get fat and-"

"Dan. You're so skinny. Don't even start with that." 

"But I'm not skinny enough." I say, stuck in my head. 

"Yes you are. In fact you should probably gain some weight." He says looking at me worriedly. I know he didn't mean it rudely but my mind swirls with questions. He probably doesn't even think I'm good enough.. Maybe I should gain some weight. "I didn't mean that in a rude way you know."

"I know.." 

"Please eat something." He asks again and I nod. 

"Okay." I mumble, starting to eat. "You can stop staring at me like that." I say after a minute. 

"Sorry." He shakes his head. A few minutes later the bell rings, telling us to get back to class. 

Soon enough the school day ends and Phil bikes with me to my house and waves goodbye, promising to text me later. 

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