Chapter 8

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I was freezing and dripping wet - partly from the rain, and partly from my tears. People kept giving me dodgy looks, but, for once, I didn't care, I had a good reason to be out late at night, in the pouring rain, and crying.

My teeth chattered and my hands shook as I made my way to my parents house.

I crossed the road and tripped up onto the pavement - falling, face first, into a deep puddle. I didn't get up. I didn't move. What was the point? Phil hated me. Adrian hated me. Eloise hated me. Even I hated me. And now life seemed to hate me too.

My skinny, black jeans and eclipse top were sticking to my body. My hair was flat on my head, and droplets of rain kept falling off strands of hair and onto my face, to join my tears.

"Dan? Dan! Dan, what the fuck are you doing?" Someone grabbed me under the armpits and moved me to a sitting position - so that I wasn't halfway across the road.

I had no energy left in me to move. I was so cold. So cold. And so tired. And so so so sad. I flopped into the warm body and sobbed into their chest. They held my hand and whispered, "Jesus Christ, you're freezing. Let's get you inside." The body flung my arm around their neck and dragged me into a house, where there was the sweet smell of chicken in the kitchen.

They lay me down onto a sofa bed, and gave me a hot tea, there was a warm and crackling fire, and thick, snugly blankets.

I fell straight to sleep. Sad, tired, cold and broken hearted.

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