paint // phan discontinued

~ chapter one ~

phil's pov

I leaned on the wall near the exit of my house, looking up at the crystal clear sky and the sun beaming down in my eyes. I quickly glanced down to the cigarette between two of my fingers. I lifted it up to my mouth as I grabbed my lighter, swiftly, from the pocket of my black, ripped skinny jeans. Lighting the cigarette, I glanced around a few times to see if it was clear, I nodded and put the cigarette in my lips. Slowly, I inhaled. I took the cigarette from my lips and exhaled, watching the grey, dull smoke drift off into the air. I calmed down fully and I sighed, still some smoke escaping.

I opened the door to my small, boring home. I stepped in to see my mother and my father fighting, this happens everyday when I go home, so I usually go on the internet.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?" my mother yelled.

"I FUCKING TRIED OKAY? I TRIED!" he bellowed.

"HOW COULD YOU LET-" my mother paused and glanced at me, not in a calm way. She looked enraged.

"What?" I asked. My mother just walked over to me and look up at me.

"Why are you listening?" she raised her voice at me, a hand slapping my left cheek harshly, leaving a red mark of her hand. Her nails ripped some skin off my cheek, I bit my lip to keep from sobbing.

"I just got in.." I huffed in her face, clearly, she didn't like my attitude, which got me another harsh slap on my right cheek this time. Her nails had some of my skin underneath then as she picked the skin out and flicked it in my face.

"Your room. NOW!" she growled. I rolled my eyes and I could feel a foot on my back, kicking me down to the broken, wooden floor. My hands started to bleed, making pools of blood and tears in the spot I fell in.

Sobbing, I ran to my room, almost tripping up the stairs. I've always been clumsy..