Things Change

Chapter 9

I woke up feeling actually happy. The feeling of not lying to myself was amazing. I got out of my blue sleeping bag and got up to change. I walked over to the middle of my treehouse in front of a mirror and started taking of my shirt. Once I pulled it of I look in the mirror and felt disgusted. I saw my rib cage but I wasn't skinny enough. My arms were all bone but, I was still fat. My neck was so skinny but, I still wasn't perfect. I felt my eyes water but, I quickly stopped it and put on a black and gray sweater. Next to me still laid the broken glass for the other night. I grabbed my phone which was almost dead and on it I saw a text from someone labeled as Satan.

"Where are you, faggot"

"Why do you care? The longer I'm gone the less you have to see me."

"IF YOU'RE GONE THEN I HAVE NO ONE TO MAKE ME FOOD. GET HOME NOW OR YOU WILL PAY!"

I looked at the text, scared. I had to go back even though I didn't want to. I sighed, grabbed my stuff, and started walking home. As, soon as i got home I cautiously opened the door and snuck in, but I wasn't quiet enough.

"THERE YOU ARE YOU ASSHOLE. GET YOUR UGLY ASS OVER HERE."

I gulped and walked over. My so called Dad stood up from the couch and towered over me. My world collapsed around me as a punch to my gut pushed me back. I landed on the floor and started wheezing. The tears fell out of my eyes with no effort. I felt a hand grab my shirt and drag me to the kitchen. I stayed silent so the beating wouldn't be worse. Once he pulled me in and stood me up, he placed his hand on the back of my head and slammed my face directly into the corner or the counter. I felt the tears and the blood both pouring down my face.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT, I HATE YOU SO MUCH. LIFE WOULD BE BETTER IF YOU JUST KILLED YOURSELF." He screamed

He threw me on the ground making my back and head hit the hard floor with intense force. He threw the textbook on the counter on me hard before leaving to continue his drinking. The crimson river that was flowing out of my face stained to floor along with my tears. After an hour, I was able to pull myself off the floor and clean up the wounds. My body was covered in bruises, cuts, and past scars. I carefully patched everything up and limped into my room. I had no idea he I would explain the face wounds to Phil tomorrow at school. I laid on my bed and leaned over to charge my phone. When I leaned over, I saw the blood stained razor that I have used for years. I picked it up and started at the blade.

"Why can't I stop?" I whispered to myself and I rolled up my sleeve.

Slice
That one is for "Dad"
Slice
That one is for "Mom". Where ever she is.
Slice
That one is for everyone at school
Slice
That one is for myself
Slice
That one is for the robber
Slice
That one is for the bartenders that let my parents get drunk
Slice
That is an extra one, for good measure

I was about to make another cut when i saw the necklaces next to me. The beautiful engraving and the shiny metal. I threw the razor across my room and grabbed the necklace that said Dan. I put it on and felt safe with it. Just the thought of Phil made me happy. I really hope he says yes. Wait, what if he doesn't? What if he hates me? What if I lose the only good thing in my life. I started to get nervous. I then heard I door slam. My dad must have left. I was alone. I had to make dinner before he got back so I pulled myself downstairs to start cooking. Once I finished I went down into my basement. It was cold and dark but, I eventually found a large box filled with gift supplies. I found a small purple box with a blue bow and took it upstairs to put Phil's necklace in, I also put in a note that said "Will you be mine?"Once I finished, I drifted off to sleep.

The Next Morning
It was Monday and I was so nervous. I packed up Phil's present, got ready, and hopped in my car. He had said he would be at school on Monday, despite the injury. Once I pulled up, I grabbed my bag and walked into the school door. Everyone around me was talking with their friends while some of them laughed at me. I was used to it and walked to the stairs where I saw Phil limping up them.

"Phil!" I yelled.

"Oh, hey Dan. What's up?" Phil responded.

"Nothing, can we talk in the library please?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure." He replied.

I helped him up the stairs and we went to our lockers. Afterwards we went into the library. It was always empty but, we still hid in the back.

"So, what's up?" He asked

I made sure my necklace was tucked under my shirt and grabbed the present I was hiding behind the back. I handed it to him.

"I got you something." I stuttered and blushed like an idiot. He started opening the box and fear mixed with anxiety took me over. I ran. I left him there and ran to my first class before he could respond. I sat at my desk. I had to wait till lunch for his response and it ate me a part from the inside. As I waited, Alfie walked in and immediately walked over to my desk.

"Hello, how are you doing today?" He asked jokingly.

"Just go away." I whispered.

"You weren't in your normal spot this morning. Where were you?" He pushed.

"I was... late." I stuttered.

"Hmm, okay Howell." He smirked.

I hated when he called me that. I saw his eyes look down at the chain around my neck. He grabbed it and pulled the charm out of my shirt.

"Hey, don't touch that!" I yelled.

He ignored me and looked it over.

"Phan? What the hell is Phan?" He questioned.

I panicked. I couldn't say the truth so I lied.

"It's an inside joke that me and my cousin have." I responded swiftly.

"Whatever faggot." He dropped the necklace and walked over to this desk. I breathed heavily.

My periods past by fast and before I knew it, it was lunchtime. I grabbed my sketchbook and pencil from my locker and headed to my normal lunch table. Before I could start drawing I heard a voice.

"DAN!" Phil yelled.

Oh god. It's the moment of truth.

AUTHORS NOTE
MWAHAHAHHAHA. I love cliffhangers. Oh and also. ANOTHER CHAPTER ALREADY? WOW. Yeah I felt like writing. Anyway, tell me what you think Phil's answer will be, and with that said BYE BYE