Broken: Phan

Grey skies

Dan's P.O.V

I awoke to a crick in my neck and paint on my hands.Rubbing my eyes I sat up and checked the time. Not that I needed to, I mean I wasnt going to school anyway.I pulled on a shirt and jeans and ran down stairs. The house was empty as usual and so where the cupboards. Not that I wanted to eat. I turned on my ipod,the scratched screen lying face up. I ran through to the bathroom and hurriedly washed my arms,hands and face. Brushing my teeth I combed my hair to the side in an effort to cover some of the bruises and cuts on my face. I spat out the toothpaste and grabbed my hoodie. Making sure the sleeves concealed my wrists and arms. I snatched my sketchbook and ipod from the side and plugged my headphones in ; in doing so blocking out the rest of the world.

The rain beat down on my head as I walked down the road. The iridescent clouds above me came and went. Vanishing like that. How I wish I could dissapear sometimes. The wind howled,blowing up the leaves in front of me and also a couple pages from my sketchbook. I chased after them as they danced in the wind. I continued to run until they became still and landed in a puddle of murky water. I picked up the pages,feeling a sob escape my throat as I inspected the damage. The picture of the boy I drew was sopping wet. The paint on his scared arms running down in red trails. I tried to fix the mess by gently wiping off the paint. I was completely oblivious to the world around me and it was only when the soft patter of footsteps alerted me that I wasn't alone. Well that and a swift kicked to my back.

"Oh poor danny. Has his little painting got wet. Oh diddums." The animalistic laughter that exploded afterwards reminded me of the snort of a pig. Another kick to my shins made fall back on the pavement.Several blows followed including a punch to the stomach causing me to howl and double over in pain. I clutched my sketchbook to my chest as the hits kept coming. Eventually they died off and the sound of footsteps told me my attackers where gone. The puddle lay before me,showing my reflection in its murky waters. A lost,broken boy stared back at me. His sad brown eyes looking lost and gone.How did I end up like this? Unloved and numb. Tears rolled down my face as I stumbled to my feet,howling in pain as it splintered through me in sharp bursts. I hobbled down the street away from the main roads and down the alleys. I kept going,the music in my ears telling me to. I eventually reached the river bank and sat down on the bench. Hissing at the pain as I sat down. I placed my book next too me and took my face in my hands,letting the tide roll in.