Online Child (A Dil Howlter Phan Fiction) [Watty's 2015]

Chapter 12: Layers of Emotions

Chapter 12: Layers of Emotion

Dil's P.O.V:

Sunday has arrived and I'm so grounded... Just because I came home late. I can't believe my parents ground me but I haven't got anything planned today so I don't know what to do. I woke up at around 10 am and walked to the kitchen. Got a bowl of cereal and walked to the living room. There, I see an empty plate with some cake on it. I guess that was the cake Erica left when came to visit yesterday. Still feeling bad about it but my friends told me what she's really like and I've seen it with my own eyes. I picked it up and left it on the kitchen sink. I went back to the living room and I see Phil eating my cereal.

"PHIL!" I said.

Phil turned around and saw me with that upset mood on my face. He was shocked and surprised but hey, he does it all the time so I have to get used to it.

"You can have It" Phil said as he tries to give me the bowl.

"Don't worry" I said. "Keep it. I'll get another one".

Phil's P.O.V:

"Dil seems depressed" I said to Dan who's just behind the couch.

Me and Dan needed to see how Dil's doing. Besides the fact that we grounded him, there are layers between emotions that hides what he's truly feeling. Me and Dan experienced this when we were shy to express our love for each other back in 2014. But for Dil, he's different. He's been through a lot of emotional stress and confusion in his life that me and Dan are trying to figure out why he was in that juice bar or the 'underage' bar.

So yes, we implanted the plate from yesterday to see if we can get some of that emotion out.

And we did...

"What do we do now Phil?" Dan asked.

We then see Dil going to his room with another bowl of cereal. He closed the door and didn't seem to notice us.
"Simple, we observe" I said.

So the two of us walked quietly to the walls that connects to Dil's bedroom. All we hear is guitar but the sound is all over the place. I guess another jam practice.

"Phil, aren't we supposed to place some sense into Dil. You know, talk about what he did last night?" Dan asked.
"Shh..." I said.

Dil's P.O.V:

I can hear Dan and Phil behind my bedroom wall. It's from the shadows that they're making hence me knowing. Phil has been doing this since I was in Year 8, trying to figure out what I'm really feeling and all that crap. I'm 16 for Pete sakes! Give me some time to be alone. But in the end, they have the right to know, I just don't want to share.

I was looking through my things as I was still upset that I never got that kiss from Summer. That was supposed to be my first kiss but Erica just took it away from me. I tried writing a song about it but I got nada. Hence the searching.

There, I see that piece of paper that fell out of my jacket yesterday. Does my birth parents know where I am or that I'm here? Who are my parents? How did they know that the black jacket is mine? Then the image of Preston Chappa came to my mind. I became shocked and dropped the piece of paper to the ground. It couldn't be Preston... Could it? He tried to find my place to return my jacket, he drove me home... Surely he should be my father. But at the same time... He's old. If he had a child, then the age of the kid should be at least 21 years.

So if Preston isn't my father, who is? Do they live in Willow Creek? Will they recognise me if we ever cross paths?
I got my guitar and played a few chords. I then started to jot down some ideas.

Is it just me or the world just get smaller
Standing here with no one next me
In a situation with no winners
Trapped in a cage, can't be freed

That's all I can think off for now. I laid down on my bed and suddenly, my phone rang. I checked it and it's Summer and she gave me a text.

Hey, how you doing?

I replied: Gr8. Folks grounded me though. I'm just in my room writing a song.

Summer: Cool! Any ideas?

Me: none 4 now. Just some tiny notes bout random stuff

And that's when she said goodbye and it ended. She seem really interested to what I'm into a bit. Maybe I should ask her out...

Then a flash came to my mind. It could be the Erica or the London incident again or she may reject me.

I'm scared... I don't know what to do or what to feel. I may be paranoid but after years of torment, it can cause some severe damage to a child.