The Spoon Fic (Phan)

Chapter 1

Dan POV~

I was sitting in the cafeteria all alone in the corner because I never had friends and no ever cared for me. When lunch was done I went to my 3rd class.

When school was finally done I walked back home.

As I was walking back I heard a screech and then a gunshot. I looked over to see my mother, the only one that had ever loved me, dead. I see her laying in a puddle of her own blood so lifeless. I searched for the insane man who did this. I couldn't tell who did it because there was a huge crowd of high schooler just like me. They just brushed by me, it was like they couldn't see or hear the loud gunshot that is still ringing in my ears. I went up to my mother and gave her one last kiss before I left to return home.

As I walked in the door there was no sign of my dad, so I quickly run up to my room as quietly as I could. I ran over to my desk and started right away on my homework.

Then I heard the front door creak open. I winced at the feeling that he was going to come up stairs with his belt. But he didn't.

So I continued my homework. I finished my homework and there was no sign of my dad, yet.

I haven't heard the floor creak or his loud footsteps. I just started to read my book that I have to do a report on. I didn't have a phone, but why would I need one, I don't have any friends. My dad told me that I don't need friends because he said that friends disappoint will you.
He has a point the only attention I get is when people punch me or call me things that are engraved in my mind forever.

Then I heard my door swing open. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't even hear my father come up the stairs. I stood up from my chair and closed my book. I put my back to my dad.

I waited for a little while and nothing happened. I turned to look at him and his face was wet from tears. I must have looked confused because he sobbed, "Your mother's... d-d-dead.." I looked at my shoes and started to cry again.

Images of her flashed through my head happy memories, sad memories, and it all ended with her dead in the middle of an alleyway laying in her own blood.

My father walked out of my room, without beating me. He must have been too upset to beat me today. I don't blame him, the woman he swore to love and protect was shot and he couldn't do anything to help her because he was at work.

I decided to go to bed because I had nothing better to do. I cried my self to sleep and the image of my mother in the alleyway was all I saw that night.