Broken and Fixed.

Chapter 3.

A/N So here it is. Chapter 3.

*2 weeks later*

Dan's POV
"Night Phil," I say as I yawn.

"Night Dan," Phil says ending the Skype call.

I lean back, against the same wall that I had my cutting frenzy exactly 2 weeks ago. 2 weeks clean. That's al, thanks to my saviour. Phil. I still have a stash of blades hidden in my drawer but Phil doesn't know about them. I will tell him. Eventually. Probably. Maybe.

We've been constantly on Facebook, messaging each other about different things. One thing is for sure. That boy does like lions. In every single conversation we have, he quotes something to do with lions. Yay(!) That's what half of the conversation was about tonight. Just constant lions. Lions. Lions. LIONS!!!!!

I go back to my laptop and go on the Internet. Just researching random things. Mainly Pokemon. Come on. Who doesn't love Pokemon? I found some Pokemon fanfiction and let me tell you this. Never, ever read it. Pikachu just no. No.

I fall asleep dreaming mainly about Pokemon, but a bit about Phil. My saviour. My friend. My best friend. My only friend...

*The next day *
(Still Dan's POV)

I get up and have a shower as normal, taking black skinny jeans and a black top with long sleeves. I don't think I actually own any colourful clothes.

After I'm ready, I walk back into my room to straighten my hair when I see my mum glaring at me. Tears forming in her eyes.

"Dan," she says, her voice cracking as she holds up my blades.

"Mum. I - I can explain," I say, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Why Dan? Why?" she asks, sinking onto my bed.

*Flashback 2 years before*

Hiding. Hiding in a rubbish bin. Yep. That's what my life has come to. Hiding in a bin to get away from-

"Howell," he calls menacingly. "I know your here somewhere."

I cower further down into the bin. I hear his footsteps coming ever closer. Thud. Thud. THUD! My heart beating. My breathing way too loud. I try to shut myself up. My hand over my mouth. Silence from outside. I pray that he will not find me. Light fills the bin as the lid is opened.

"Found you Howell," he grins, showing his rotting teeth.

He lifts me out of the bin by my jacket hood, choking me slightly.

"Hiding in a bin, were you Howell? Just where you belong," he says, dropping me onto the ground.

I wince as I hit my head, tears forming in my eyes already.

"Please Jake. Just stop," I cry out.

"No! And you know why I'll never stop Howell?" he asks spitting in my face.

I whimper a reply.

"Cos your a no good little emo. Also. It's fun," he says, kicking me in the gut numerous times.

I cry out in pain, but a punch to my face silences me. He kicks my head laughing. My vision is filled with black spots and soon I can't see at all...

I wake up later, to darkness and Jake nowhere in sight. I try to get up but immediately fall back to the ground, and again into darkness...

*End of flashback*

"I'm sorry Mum. I'm so sorry," I say, tears now forming in my eyes.

"But Daniel, why?" she says crying and falls into my arms.

We stay like that for 3 hours. Her laying on my knee. Not uttering a word. Silence. Just understanding...