Another Empty Bottle | A Phan-Fic

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Dan awoke to yells and screams. He listened to his mother and father's "conversation," as they would call it. Daniel sighed and looked at his alarm clock. He had a good five minutes before it chimed into his life. He held up his arms, caressing the bruises and scars gently, and rolled over. He attempted to ignore his parents once again, but alas, it was a bad fight.
"You're never around! This isn't my fault! You should pay more attention! Care for Christ's sake!"
"So this is my fault now? All I did was support her! And this is what I get? You can't even get on me about caring when you care less than me!"
"If it wasn't for you, she wouldn't be gone!"

Dan couldn't take it anymore, and threw his legs over the bed and stood up, getting dressed.
He sighed and stepped carefully down the stairs, approaching the kitchen.
"It's all your fault!"
"Mum-"
"Shut the fuck up you mistake!" Daniel cowered and bit his lip. He missed his sister, she was the only one that protected him. Since she left the world, he pretends that he wasn't hurt for her. He placed his beloved flower crown on his head and opened the front door, grabbing his pastel lilac bag.
"Mum! Dad! I'm off the school!" Dan groans slightly as he only gets more argues in response. He walks out, shuttling the door behind him, and kicks the rock as he walks along the path. He looked at the time, it was almost time to head off. He was a bit early, but he didn't mind waiting for his clock to ring. And as if on cue, his watch rung, signaling that he had to head off to school. He speed walks down the road and and across the street, spotting Phil and his many friends. He has always envied that kid for being so social so... easily. It seemed abnormal how well he got along with people.
Sure, Daniel was selectively mute, especially at school, but it didn't mean he couldn't make one friend, right? Well, as it turns out, people don't like Dan and quit being friends with him on the second day of knowing him.
Daniel plugged his earbuds into his phone and randomized his favorite songs. He put the buds in his ears, adapting to the heavy metal. Despite looking like a total softie, wearing pastel clothing and flower crowns, he actually wasn't that... friendly, one may say. He hums and kicks the rocks along the path again. He can see the high school and sighs for the tenth time this morning. He arrived and sat at a bench alone, scribbling poems on papers for class. Of course, he would never show them to anyone or else they'd think he was insane. For example:

Pills.
Make me numb,
Kill the pain,
Heal my scars,
And make me sane.

Any normal human would think something's wrong with him. They would call him a freak, a mistake like his mother does. But Daniel is cut out of his thoughts by a certain jolly boy.
"Hey there! I like your poem! Though it doesn't look like it matches you.... have I seen you before? Are you in any of my classes? What's your name- oh I'm rambling, aren't I? Dan awkwardly nodded and tried not to freak out. And for once, pretty much succeeded. Dan stares at Phil. He knows his name, almost everyone does. There was something so captivating about his eyes though. Their blue and gold mixture interested Dan, it was odd. Phil continued to stare back, giving Dan the same interested look at his eyes. His disgusting, repulsive, brown eyes. Dan awkwardly glanced down in insecurity.
And then he heard it.

"He's beautiful."