𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝔾𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 ➷ ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟

. 6 .

(A/N: 100 reads! Already?! Thank you all so much! I would also like to shoutout abbyblue621. She's been super nice to me and giving me some feedback on my books! Thanks, Abby!)

Dan's P.O.V.

After countless agonizing hours, school finally lets out. Besides the ordeal this morning and Phil Lester weirdly staring at me the whole time we had maths, the day went by fine. No library interventions, or anything.

Let's just hope that lasts long enough to walk out of the school building and to my house. I would say let's hope nothing happens for the rest of the week, but it's Wednesday and that would never happen.

The final bell rings and I rush to pack up all my things. I throw my bag over my shoulder and exit the classroom. I walk through the halls and take a quick stop at my locker. I grab everything I need and exchange it out for some things I could leave here.

I shut my locker and quickly stride over to the school's exit, weaving my way through crowds of different students.

I make my way toward the entrance doors and push them open. I silently make my way to the pavement to start walking home. Happy that nobody bothered me after this morning, worried that it might mean it would come back worse.

I grab onto my backpack straps and grip them anxiously. Maybe I would go to the park after I finish my homework. Grab a snack at the gas station, I was quite hungry after not having lunch and I was too lazy to make a meal.

I arrive at my front door after the usual eight-minute walk of silence or at least silence from me.

I unlock the door and stuff the key back in my bag after locking it behind me. I trot down the stairs into the basement. I get cozy on the couch, throwing a blanket over my legs.

I take my homework out of my bag and work on it for about an hour and a half. After that intense period of concentration, I decide I should just go ahead and head to the park now. I've got nothing better to do.

I grab a five-dollar bill and my phone, stuffing both in my pocket. I grab my house keys and hold them in my right hand as I walk up the stairs, holding the railing with my left hand.

I slip on my converse, a pastel watercolor design with a star on the outside on the shoe. They were my favorite shoes ever, I wore them everywhere.

I repeat the process of opening the front door, making sure to lock it behind me. My sweater sleeves fall over my small hands and makes it look like I have sweater paws.

I take a turn to the right and start my walk toward the gas station to buy a snack before walking to the park.

The people who didn't know me always gave me odd glances, mainly because I looked like a child who was walking around alone. It used to bother me a lot and all I wanted to do was walk up to them and tell them 'Hey, I'm not a child. I just have this weird disorder thing that makes me have super short stature and I break my bones really easily.'

I obviously never had the gut to say that to anyone. I eventually got over it though and tried to ignore when people stared at me weirdly.

I arrive at the gas station. When I first started walking around alone, I would try to avoid the gas station as much as possible because of how sketchy it looked. As time passed though, I obviously learned to not judge a building by how it looks. I usually just ignored the people standing outside and went straight inside. The people standing there never bothered me.

I, however, decided to be a little more cautious today when walking to the gas station's entrance. There was only one person standing there, not the usual group of smokers or alcohol drinkers.

I had never seen this guy before. I take a sideways glance at him before going up to the door.

I reach out to open the door but stop myself when he calls out to me.

"Hey, kid in the blue sweater!"

I retract my arm and let it hang down against my side. I turn my head towards him in confusion. What could he possibly want?

The guy who called to me motions his hand in a 'come here' gesture.

I slowly approach him, stopping a few feet away from him not wanting to get in an altercation, if that were to happen.

"You shouldn't be walking out here alone, kid." He says in a voice a feigned concern.

The guy takes a few steps toward me and I take a few steps back.

"I'm seventeen, I'm not a kid." I say quietly in defense, sighing.

The guy hums in response and advances toward me. I turn around hastily and try to walk into the store, ignoring him. I've never been bothered by someone standing out a run-down gas station.

Once again, before I can reach the door, the guy stops me. Except this time, instead of words, he takes my arm and grips it tightly.

I turn around and tug on my arm in attempt to free it from his grip.

"Let go of me!" I say, raising my voice slightly.

I try and use my free hand to push his arm off mine. His grip is way too tight. If he were to bend my wrist the wrong way, there was no doubt in my mind he couldn't break it.

"Why would I do that?" The guy says quietly, venom lacing his every word.

He takes his other hand and grabs my hand that was trying to push him away.

"Stop it! Let go of me!" I yell, my voice cracking at the end.

He tries to drag me along toward the back of the building, but I kick his leg as hard as I can in protest. He winces a bit but continues yanking on me. With my luck, there was no one out besides a couple of stray cars parked in the gas station parking lot.

"Would you stop struggling! You little shit."

The guy throws me against the hard wall of the gas station in an attempt to get me to stop struggling, which also prevents him from dragging me along.

The breathe is knocked out of me and I start repeatedly coughing.

Me, now coughing and to much in pain to kick him again, the stranger easily drags me to a secluded side of the building.

He slams me against the wall once again, and my head hits the wall. Hard.

My vision swims with stars and goes blurry for a second.

I regain my vision and try to weakly push this guy off me. He gives off an evil chuckle.

He tries to tug my sweater off my body, but I resist. I hold the hem and pull in down.

"Stop! Get off me!" I yell as loud as I can as tears start falling from my eyes. My head pounds in an awful headache.

I try to push him again but it does nothing.

"Would you shut up and stop resisting! You bi-"

His sentence gets cut off by a voice.

"Oi! Get off him mate!"

I recognize that voice. The guy's eyes widen in surprise and he takes off running.

I crumble in on myself and slide down the wall, tears falling freely from my eyes and blurring my sight.