Romance//Phan

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-ABUSE-
When I saw you, I was ruined. When you saw me, you were perfected.
How ironic...I'm fucked up, but you still seem so fucking happy. Happy with me? No. Happy with...what? What is there to even be happy about? I'm ruined.  You don't even know me. What's my name? You don't know. I know yours, it's Phil. I see you everyday at school. With absolutely no reason to be happy. But you are. Why? Why are you happy. Are you happy because I'm not around? No. You don't even know my name. I know yours, it's Phil. I walk home with you, a few steps behind. You've seen me. I am not what everyone sees me as. If anyone else sees me at all. I'm sorry if you don't believe me. But I believe me. What am I? Who am I? I am no one.

—Red

And then he fell asleep. No one knows of this kids problems. His brown hair is short. He wears black. He's simply Emo. No one really hurts him. He's just..different. No one hurts him any more.

"YOU STUPID BITCH!" He yells pushing my mother into the wall.

"MATTHEW STOP!" She pleads.

"GET OFF MY MUM!" I yell. She's crying. Her hairs a compete mess.

"THEN HERES THE FAGGOT SON! YOU KNOW HE'S GAY RIGHT? DID YOU KNOW THAT,CATHY?" He grabs my mums face and squeezes onto it roughly.

"I SAID LEAVE MY MUM ALONE!" I yell.
He hits me. But I don't flinch.

"You son of a bitch get the fuck out of this damn house. If you don't I'll kill you, and then meet you in hell." I've never sounded so cold. He looks at me and laughs, as if I didn't see the fear in his eyes. My mum was still on the floor.

"Bloody hell, mate. You really think I'm gonna leave at the request of some little bitch?" He says, trying to grab my bum.

"I SAID LEAVE." My voice is no longer cold. It's livid.

"GET OUT NOW! LEAVE! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT BEFORE I FUCKING KILL YOU!" I scream. I think I was going crazy. He doesn't move.

"Get out." I plead one more time, my hand reaching for my back pocket. It's been here the whole time. He doesn't notice when I pull it out, the knife that could very easily end his existence.

"Matthew...p-please?" My mum whispers.

"Get the fuck out." I demand, holding the knife out at him.

"FUCKING HELL GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BLOODY HOUSE!" I scream. He doesn't move. He tries to hit me. I plunge the knife into his chest. Oh my god oh my god oh my fucking god. He's dead he's dead he's dead he's dead. He isn't fucking breathing. I scream. It sounded as though I was insane.

He woke up gasping. Holding his throat. Remembering that night, he hadn't screamed in his sleep. He hadn't made a sound that he could help since that night. No grunts, no words, no humming, no laughter. Only coughs and sneezes. He didn't go to jail. It was self defense. His mum has tried talking to him about it. How there was the suspicion that he was gay. He didn't even talk to her. Absolutely nothing came out of his mouth.

He doesn't like to look at his hands, they remind him of what happened. The blood that coated them, the tears and fears that fell out of his body. The profanities that fell out of his now closed mouth.

He looked at the time. 6:35. He got out of bed, and put on his clothes. A black pair of jeans, a black shirt, black socks, black hoodie, black shoes. He walked into the kitchen, where his mother was making breakfast. He grabbed a piece of bacon straight out of the grease.

"Hey there, love. How many times have I told you not to do that? You're gonna burn yourself!" She chastises. He merely raised his eyebrows. She sighs, and he doesn't miss it. He looks at her with apologetic eyes.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Apple juice?" She offers. He nods, and she makes him a glass. He downs it in one go and belches loudly. His mum rolls her eyes and laughs. He smiles oh so slightly.

"Get to school, little duck. No need for a tardy if you can leave on time." He nods and gets up. He quickly kissed his mother on her cheek and leaves for school.

He gets to school, a big, brick building that was once intimidating to him. He walks straight through the door and straight to Phil Lester's locker. The letter was slipped in, and he walked away before being seen.

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First chapter is fucking done. Fight me. Lol no I can't fight worth a shit. Word count- 806 words. That's a new high for me.

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