truth or dare // phan au

eighty-three

dan's pov (the next day)
"godfuckingshitdamnfuck," i say under my breath.
i'm really not having a good day... actually i'm having a pretty shit year. but today, oh today fucking sucked satan's dick.
first, i woke up at 1 pm. i checked my phone of course, only to notice that it was cracked, it must fallen off of my bed during the night. i also noticed i had 12 missed calls from pj. so i kind of began to panic, and i paced around my room for a few minutes wondering what was so urgent. i finally called him back and of course he didn't answer.
after that, i headed downstairs for some breakfast, praying that my mother wasn't down there.

"daniel?"

damn it. i try to turn around and scurry up the stairs, but alas, it was too late.

"come here," she says.

"uh... okay,"

i walk into the kitchen to see my mother leaning against the counter. she's holding something tightly in her hand.

"i found this in your room," she puts the object down on the counter. it takes me a second to process what it is. it's the pill bottle. completely empty.

"i was cleaning your room earlier today. you were asleep, obviously. these were prescribed to you rather recently, so i don't understand why it's empty...daniel?" she looks up at me.

i'm sweating. and shaking. and blinking, a lot.
"i can explain, mom, i just-just-i-" i can't explain. she wouldn't understand.

"you know, dan, i struggled in high school. my parents, they uh, they never really noticed. when i was your age, i told myself i'd never be like them. and well, i kind of really fucked that up, didn't i?"

i nod, she's tearing up, she nods back. she laughs a bit, the kind of laugh someone uses when they aren't really laughing at a joke, but when they're upset or nervous.

"i'm so sorry, baby. i'm so, so, sorry," i'm speechless. i start towards my mother and throw my arms around her. i know she's being sincere, she cares. she really does.

she starts going off on random tangents about how sorry she is, and how she didn't know how to help, and how much she really does love me.

"i'm sorry your father and i have done this to you, god, god i'm so, so, so sorry," she's all choked up.

a few minutes later, she's calm.
"let's get you a proper therapist, huh? someone you can talk to?"

"i'd like that,"

"okay,"

a/n: its been so long since i updated.