Phil
Dan wasn't at school the next two days.
It made me feel weird.
The seat in front of me that he was always sat at was weirdly empty without his mop of brown hair blocking my view of the whiteboard. And the teacher's view of me.
"Mr Lester! Please sit up!"
His voice yelled and I jumped, seeing eyes glare deep into my soul.
"Sorry, sir. I can't concentrate. Can I be excused?"
"Mr Lester! Do I need to remind you that lunchtime is when you should go to the toilet, and not my lessons? Go."
With that I grabbed my bag and rushed out into the hallway and out of the doors.
I needed to see if Dan was okay.
It was weird. All I could think about was Dan, and I felt butterflies in my stomach climbing up into my throat whenever I thought of speaking to him. What was happening?
My fists pounded on his front door before I tried the handle and realised that it was already unlocked.
"Dan?" I called, my footsteps loud amongst the silence I was met with.
"Dan are you there? It's Phil!" I moved up the staircase, my hand gliding along the rough banister before looking around the upstairs landing.
All the doors were open except one.
My heart raced as I settled my palm on the door handle and opened it.
"Dan!" My eyes rested on a figure sat in the corner of the room, who quickly looked up at me in surprise. He looked terrible. Tears stained his cheeks and dried blood spattered every inch of his jumper.
"Dan, your eye, oh my gosh!" I ran towards him, gently holding his chin in my hand, my thumb brushing over the dark blackened skin around his eye.
Something in my chest was beating quicker as I stared into the dark brown pools of chocolate that stared back at me silently.
A fear held in them, something vulnerable made my heart yearn to help him.
His lips looked so soft and beautiful, as I watched them tremble slightly I thought about how easy it would be to just lean forward and-
My trance was broken when he winced in pain and moved away from my grip.
"Dan, I-"
"No, Philip! You can't just come in here and try to fix everything because you just can't!.
"Dan please-"
"Go!"
He grabbed my shoulders and thrust my body down the stairs and towards the front door, "Dan, listen, I think-"
And then my face was met with wood as the door slammed closed.
"-I think I know what the butterflies are."
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Tattooed Emotions
FanfictionEveryone has their mood and thoughts on their cheek in the forms of a constantly changing 'tattoo'. Everyone... apart from Dan. He's had a black rectangle haunting his life for years since his mum died. Now he wanders the school as an emotionless fr...
