drifting from reality// phan

chapter.2

a new student.

dan walks into school and sees the new student. he has dark chocolate hair and a fringe that goes the opposite direction of dans. he has blue ocean eyes and is a giant just like dan. he looks to preppy for dan so dan doesn't bother talking to him. he sits next to dan in physics as it being the only other empty seat in the classroom. dan had decided that morning after all the mental trauma and physical his father had put him through he had had enough. he needed a way out. if it wasn't running away, it was pulling the trigger. he was done with everything. he needed some form of hope to stay and he couldn't find any..

"hi!" the new kid said to dan.

"erm.. hello?" dan said instantly regretting his tone. 

"im phil. i just moved here from rawtenstall. nice to meet you!" phil said. dan was flabbergasted at why this guy was talking to him of all people.

"y-you too" dan stuttered, still in shock from someone talking to him.

dan was scared. scared to believe he could have any friends. he didn't want to hurt phil. 

as time slowly passed through class, dans sleeve acended up his arm, leaving his fresh cut out in the open. phil glanced over and was sad to see the marking on dans skin. phil stared at it trying to read but dan noticed and quickly pulled down his sleeve hoping he didnt see. dan started to sweat and feel faint again. phil didn't know what to do but he knew from the second he saw dan he wanted to help him. phil is an empath and can feel peoples energys. out of everyone in the class dan felt the most low to him. almost barely any energy to run on.

"what happened to your arm?" phil said.

dans head started to pound and filled with dread. he was freaking out, he didn't want to go back to the hospital, he didn't want anyone to find out.

"i-i-" dan stuttered.

"its okay, dan." phil said, "i won't tell anyone"

dan sighed in relief. "thank you." dan said.

after the class ended phil felt obligated more so then ever to help dan out. he followed dan far behind into the bathroom. but when phil entered the bathroom he heard someone throwing up.

"hello? are you okay? do you want me to get the nurse?" phil said.

dan started shaking nervously. not phil again. oh god no. 

"im fine!" dan yelled.

phil waited till dan came out of the stall.

"why do you do this to yourself?" phil said.

"why the fuck does it matter to you?" dan said.

"because, well," phil said.

"see it doesn't fucking matter because im worthless." said dan.

"no you arent!" phil yelled, "and if you think anything other than that you must be stupid."

dan washed his fingers off in the sink. dan didn't understand why phil would try in help. it would be pointless anyways. when he knew death is enivetable he might as well die sooner rather than living the way he always has. phil waited for dan to be done.

"im just a walking fat mistake." said dan pushing phil aside and running down the hall, dropping a paper out of his pocket. phil picked it up and read it.

dear anyone who would have cared about me at all (no one),

i just want you to know why i did this. i have no mind anymore. ive been picked on and bullied for my whole life, scars that cover me from my knees to my hips, from my shoulders to my wrists, and how many people noticed? none. or if they did they sure as hell didn't care that much to do anything about it. none of you really cared. especially my favorite person in the world, yeah im talking about you, dad. he was just so special and important to me you know, he left me all kinds of gifts. a punch to the chest several times and some beer bottles smashed to my head but threatened me into silence. he choked me out once too. dont remember much from that night but i push a lot of bad memories out of my head. thanks to you all for saving me. but im really to blame here. im the one who ate so much i sweld like a balloon and cried my emotions until i pop pop popped some pills and died. i couldnt deal with this pressure. 

goodbye forever, dan.

phil was in such shock from this letter. he reread it several times and cried. this young boy he hadn't known yet for a couple hours he had known better than most of the people at the school or in his life. but dan wasn't dead yet, and phil wasn't ever gonna let him die with him been able to do something about it.