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Dan (heyo So now its gunna be " I" And "me" when it's dans or Phils or whoever's POV.)

I  sat there for a whole hour, before i heard the door open again. I flinched, expecting it to be Casper or someone in his group. My heart rate was going crazy, so much I held my hand over it to make sure it wasn't going to beat out of my chest. I was put at ease when i heard the familiar voice of the one and only Phil Lester.

"Dan?" Phil asked. I stayed quiet. I was still mad at him. My breath was being held as Phil started talking again. "Dan, look, I'm sorry. I know I didn't text you at all this weekend. I'm sorry for not even asking how you were doing. But, to be honest, I really don't know what you are this mad at me for." This just made me more mad. He didn't even know what I was really mad at him for. He's been blowing me off. Can't he see that? God, now I just sound like a whiny bitch. I unlocked my bathroom stall door. I wanted to tell Phil I'm sorry too, and hug him again. But I couldn't. I walked out of the bathroom, and then out of the school.

The ear buds in my pocket seemed to be tied into a black whole. After five minutes I finally had them untied and into my ears, playing another my chemical romance song. I slowly made my feet tag along with the rest of my body on my way to my house. I knew my mom would already be at work, and dad would probably be leaving in about thirty minutes. So I needed to kill some time. I could go to the tree house in my backyard, but it's probably unstable now since I haven't been on it in a couple of years. I decided to go to the park, there probably wasn't going to be a lot of people there considering it was one pm, most people were at work.

I sat on the swings, swaying back and forth. I soon got lost in the pattern of the gravel underneath my feet. The air was cool, but not too cool. It made me calm, and seemed to make me more happy, that never happens. I can't remember a time where I was at peace. And just happy. I pulled out my bag, and grabbed a flask from my hidden zipper punch. It wasn't big enough to fit anything special, but a flask was good enough for me. I let the strong liquid fill my throat and land in my stomach. It burned, only for a second though, before it gave me a warm feeling, that made me shiver.

It wasn't long before my sight was blurry. The time was after two thirty so I figured i could make my way home now. I took one last sip of the liquor and put it back into my bag. I Hopped off the swing and turned around, to find a confused/concerned Phil. Our eyes met. His eyes never seemed so blue. I always admired that about him. His ocean blue eyes made me want to drown in them. I'm sure he only saw mine as brown though. I looked down, and started running up the parks hill to the road that would lead me back to my house. I looked back, to see Phil, chasing after me. This made me run faster. My legs were burning. I knew I couldn't stop though, because Phil's legs were longer than mine.

I turned down a street that led to a ally way. I didn't recognize the street, but I figured this was better than having to talk to Phil. I hugged the wall, gasping for air. "Look who it is!" I heard a raspy voice call out. Casper.

"This day cannot get worse" I mumbled under my breath.

"What's that, fuckface?" Casper walked closer, with Conner and Alfie walking with him. He stubbed his cigarette into the brick wall.

I stumbled back, looking for something or someone that might help me. I saw a glass bottle. I could easily make a weapon out of that. I eyed the bottle, asking myself if I could actually do it, actually stab Casper if I had to.

"You gunna stab me?" Casper chuckled. "You couldn't do that. You are too big of a pussy. You are too scared that you might get it trouble? Maybe get grounded by your perfect little parents?" This is what set me off. The match had hit the gasoline. I grabbed the bottle, slamming the end of it against the brick.

"Look here, bitch." I glared. "You don't know shit about me. You have no fucking idea what goes on in my life." I swung the bottle in front of him.

Casper chuckled again, making me freeze. Why wasn't he scared. "Daniel, do you really think you would actually stab me?" I sighed, and dropped the bottle. I knew I couldn't stab him. But I had regained my breath, I could run away. Again. Or I could just let them do whatever to me. I was so done at this point anyway. I opened my arms and closed my eyes, before I felt my whole body being trampled and kicked. My vision was blurry and I tasted blood. The last thing I heard was a cop car and someone telling me I was probably going to be fine. I didn't want to be fine though. I wanted to be dead.