Why? | Phan | Under rewriting

|Isolation|

hey guys I decided to give this story one more chance so I am rewriting it to see if I can take it somewhere! xx
Chapter 1:

Dans POV:

I sit, alone in my pit of darkness. Literally, the small room was impossibly small, and so dark that as I raised my hands to wipe the tears from my face, I could barely make out my own fingers. Still, despite have been here for a few hours, I am unable to understand what sick part of my parents made them able to do this to a person. Alas, I probably deserve it. I'm a complete wreck.

I feel the cool metal of the floor vibrate slightly as someone nears my cell. No, no no no no, please don't hurt me again, I think as the footsteps close in.

Phils POV:

Where the hell am I? Matt and Jack thought it was a good idea to surprise me on my birthday. Those two are alright but I sometimes wonder why I am really friends with them. They're sweet people and all but honestly so different to me. They just don't understand, I'm exactly the same as anyone else expect I like boys.

We pull into a small carpark outside a warehouse. The place is dusty, and smells quite off. We couldn't be more in the middle of nowhere if we tried.

"Go on, we'll wait out here" Matt calls from up ahead.

"Dude, where the hell are we?" I ask, still blissfully unaware of the horrible place that lurked inside the warehouse.

Matt, accompanied by a smirk, hopped back in drivers seat of his Mercedes, and drove off, leaving alone me in the middle of the 'parking lot'. What an asshole.

Dans POV:

"Get off your lazy ass now", an officer demands in a cruel monotone voice. I prentend I don't hear. I don't want to go. I don't want to face what my parents thought was the 'right' thing for me. I'd call them barely human, the weren't even good parents when they thought I was straight, although I could always tell dad suspected something for a long time. I wonder sometimes if the sweet release of death would feel better than what I was about to experience. Fuck me.

"Get up ya faggot!" the officer shouts now, getting aggravated at my disobedience. I can sense him walking up behind me. Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my back where the bastard kicked me. Weak and exhausted, I whimper as he picks me up and drags me towards the showcase.