I'm sorry I havn't updated in a while, I'll try to update more often :) not that anyone reads this anyway xD
~DAN'S POV~
I can tell that my mum wouldn't like me returning to school after what had happened but I just had to. The time was 2:36. School would finish in a tad longer than half an hour. I didn't want to go back to school. I hated school. I was bullied, abused, worked to skin and bones doing all the boys dirty chores.
I reached for my schoolbag once more and grabbed the key through the gap in my closed curtains. I insert the key into the lock and twist until I hear the small click. I open the window and jump, my school bag flying slightly as I fall from my bedroom. The fall lands me on soft grass, so I had nothing to worry about. The feeling of falling is exhilirating, it banishes every feeling, all the pain you've ever experienced, every worry, every doubt, every imperfection. Gone. As the wind rushes through your hair, you have not one care in the world, you are finally happy after a time of sadness, depression and regret. And then you hit the ground. And it's all over. It all comes rushing back.
I landed on my feet but stumbled forward, holding my head in my hands as the words of hatred come rushing back. But this time, they were stopped. Overridden by a different word. A word that describes my only source of happiness even though it is quite new to me, but that doesn't make it any less special. The word is a name. The name of the only person who ever gave a shit. Phil.
I run towards the hedge at the side of my back garden. I climb through a small hole until I come out onto the footpath that leads directly to the school. Fortunate. I never take this route. It's longer, and usually a place for thugs to hide. But they should all be at school, and I don't want anyone to see me, this way I'm hidden.
I run eager to get to the bearer of the name that banishes all terrible things from inside my fucked up head.
