New Places - Adopted by Dan howell (Danisnotonfire)

Faint Scars - Chptr 6

i woke up to the light coming through my window. it shone on my bed brightly frustrating me. i got and and got into my school uniform. it was pretty crappy, a tie, skirt and a shirt and cute flats. i walked into the kitchen to see Dan on his phone and phil on his 3ds. dan smiled at me and then continued his conversation on the phone. i skipped breakfast wich i did most the time what's the point in it anyway, and made my way to school after saying goodbye to phil. i covered my wrist with bracelets wich i ussally wore on the other wrist but i needed them now.

***** At School *****

I sat alone at lunch that day like i did yesterday, but today was only the second day i could make friends tomorrow or even a week from now i just hope it happens soon. 

i walked most of the way home i was pretty sure i knew the way i walked to school this morning. but i still got up to a place i didn't know. i kept on going on maybe it could lead me into some other place. i pluged in my ipd with my headphones and played buletproof heart or as i call it 'gravity' i don't know why but i think some other people do it to. i carried on walking till i bumped into somone. 

"I.. er sorry" i stumbled. i looked and up and saw a tall-ish boy he had blonde hair swept up in a quif and blue eyes.

"You better be!" he said walking closer with his friends backing him up. he kept walking closer intill he could hear my music and stopped.

"Stop the music emo!"

"well at least i'm not a swag fag." i mumbled.

"what did you say?" he shouted he friend standing upright behind him.

"nothing." i said tilting my head down smiling.

"nothing!" i said louder he replied by slapping my face. why was everybody so agressive. i huffed and walked past him, i assumed he didn't want to get in troble so he didn't do worse.

i went the rst of the way home listening to Fall Out Boy. i realised where i was when i got 2 streets away from the flat. i went up the stairs cause i pretty sure i need to do some excersise considering i wasn't willing to do at school. i reached the flat and knocked on the door concidering i didn't have a key yet. Dad opened the door and hugged me. i wrapped my arms over his waist. i was a pretty short 10 year old.

"Mckayla i need to talk to you." i think this was just me who always expected the worst. we broke apart and he lead me into his room. 

"What happened to your face!?" he said.

"er.. some guy slapped me." 

"Why did he slap you?" he asked angry.

"i called him a swag fag." i mumbled.

"why did you call him that?" 

"he called me an emo." i replied.

Dan giggled a bit. "your as sassy as me!" he hugged me.

"Um.. Mckyla?"

"yes." i replied.

"your... your wrist why did you?"

"i..i " i mumbled not wanting to answer.

dad took his arm out and twisted his wrist over before shuffling his sleave and bracelets to reveel about 12 faint scars.

i tried not to cry. i blinkked back the tears. dan put his sleave down then said.

"Please don't do it again." he begged letting a few tears fall i couldn't hold it anymore and i sobbed into his chest. he held me tighter and we cried for a few minites him cradling me in his arms.

"it will be okay." he told me