What Others Don't Know- Phanfic

CHAPTER TWO

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Dan's POV:

I have always been bullied for my so called "gift." Doctors have done, and still do, experiments on me. CAT scans, brain tests, everything. I can't remember a time when people wouldn't look at me when I was out in public because they saw me in the news or some article. I'm honestly used to it now though. The bullying I could live without. It's not fair, but whenever I think that I just tell myself Life isn't fair and it's only gonna get harder, so suck it up.

I've never had a therapist. My parents don't even know I have depression. They're so clueless. Never come out of my room, but then again what teenager does? I don't want to tell them and never will. It will only cause them harm. Stress. Money for a therapist. Nobody benefits. Not even me, I'd just feel bad. They know about my anxiety. I think it's gotten worse, they know I still have attacks. And they know I still can't fall asleep without music. What they don't know is I can't function without music. I need it. That's part of the reason why I hate school so much.

Amazing. Brilliant. Miracle. Fateful. Magnificent. Beautifully smart. Outstanding. All the things I've been called by doctors. You know what I call myself?

Fat. Ungrateful. Worthless. Gross. Abomination. Ugly. Imperfect.

   Different.

I used to be able to handle the bullying. The stress. The doctors. My parents fighting. But that was before my world came crashing down on me.

Six years earlier:

"Daniel! Tyler! Dinner is ready!" Mrs. Howell shouted out the back patio door of one of the many houses Dan and his family had lived in.

The two boys climbed down from the small treehouse and ran inside, still laughing at the funny faces they were making.

"What'd ya' make this time, Mrs. H.?" the small dirty blond haired boy asked.

"Oh, nothing much. Just some hot dogs. Ketchup is in the fridge. Dan, sweetie, could you please grab the crisps out of the cupboard?"

"Sure." Dan stated, still giggling a little bit from the way Tyler had contorted his face just a few moments earlier. He hadn't been listening to his mum's thoughts, otherwise he would've know what she was thinking. Even if he did, he knew to act like he hadn't. His mother didn't mind if he heard it, but she wanted him to act "normal."

Dan couldn't turn off the sound of others thoughts. It's like when people are talking, a lot of people, and you zone out or just tune out the noise. But when he listens in, it's like when you're in a loud room and try to listen to one person, it's easier if you know their voice. If it's memorized in you're brain. For example, he'd be able to hear his mum and dad's voices very easily, a complete, stranger would be possible, just not so easy.

Tyler was Dan's best friend. Dan's only friend, in fact. But he was okay with that. He liked that in fact, better to have one true friend instead of a lot of fake friends, right?

Tyler and Dan grew up together. Tyler's mum, Jackie, has been best friends with Dan's mum, Christine, since secondary school. (A/N: Sorry if I said that wrong or something I'm doing research on the schools in England but it's still difficult to understand) Tyler knew about Dan's mind reading, but he didn't mind. He still treated Dan just like any other person. He didn't expect Dan to act different like his parents did.  Dan liked that.

   He was always there for Dan, no matter what. When the bullies at school where extra mean, when someone looked at him weird because they had seen him on the news, or when he just had a bad day. Tyler was always there for him, no matter what. Maybe that's why Dan liked him way more than he should.