TOO GOOD ; Phan

n i n e t y s e v e n

I still can't believe what's happened. I can't blame Dan, though. It's the people who've treated him like bullshit that've fucked up his mind. He's cuddled up in bed, pyjamas and fresh bandages on, breathing slowly and whimpering slightly.

"You okay?" I ask, climbing into bed with him, and he places his head on my chest.

"Yeah, I guess. I don't know why I- I mean, I- I'm sorry."

"It's okay, just, just talk to me. I already said that, but you didn't. I need you to know that no matter what, no matter when; you can speak to me about anything."

"I will, I promise, I really will."

And then he's out like a light, snoring quietly, which would be annoying if it wasn't so goddamn cute.

- 

The morning goes as mornings go, and we're out of the door in record time, and at school even quicker. As we're here early, there's hardly anyone around, just a group of girls, a few boys there too, and- for fuck's sake.

Anthony has a smirk on his face, which is still a little bit bruised, making me involuntarily laugh. He's alone this time, but that's not to say he doesn't have the ability to kill us both before lessons start.

"Hey, Danny, and Dan's punky boyfriend, who probably only likes you for your body."

I chuckle at the hypocrisy in his voice.

"What, Lester?" I don't answer, trying to pull Dan away from the situation. "You've gotten away twice, and I'm thinking, maybe third time's the charm." He says, and his voice is devious. 

Dan looks concerned, but I'm not going to let Anthony hurt him. He grabs his bag off of hs back and holds it in front of him as if to protect himself, and I want to protect him. Anthony grabs it with ease, grabbing it, and tipping out the contents of his bag.

"Take this as a warning, bitch!" He shouts, walking away.

I scramble to the floor, picking up his stuff, and something metal catches my eye. Metal, and sharp. I hand Dan what I've picked up, and start to walk away. He told me there were no more blades. He said he promised. He lied.

"W-wait, where are you going?" He asks, and I can sense the hurt in his voice from me walking away from.

"No more blades, huh?" I ask, pointing to the one on the ground.

"What are you-" He turns around, spotting the item.

It's bad for me to be upset with him, he can't help it, but he kept saying he promised, convincing me that he'd stop. I won't stay mad long, and I know it. I wouldn't be surprised if I ran back there in a second.