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Dan's POV

I couldn't think straight.

Words spiralled around my head.

Loud.

So loud.

Jeering and mocking.

I didn't have the strength to fight back.

I was so tired.

I left Phil and went to bed.

But I couldn't sleep.

I just lay there and stared at the ceiling.

Sadness flowed through me.

I had no will to do anything, no reason.

I just wanted to sleep.

But how could I sleep whilst people were screaming at me?

I lay there for what seemed like hours, feeling defeated - until darkness finally overtook my monochrome world.

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