Phan One - Shots

Curse

A/N - I was listening to "Curse" by Imgine Dragons and decided to write a song fic about it because I love that song to death. I personally love writing song fics so if you have a request, then PLEASE leave it in the comments. I'll check the song out if I don't know it and do the song fic. Enough rambling, here we go! Also, just a side note, the lyrics will be modified a bit because this song was originally intended to be a straight love song. If you don't know this song, it's not a sappy love song, it's more like a... harsh, angsty love song with a good rhythm. Check it out! "Curse" by Imagine Dragons. Another note is that I will add a (s) to the beginning of certain "he"s to indicate the difference between the two "he"s that appear in this story. The (s)he will be Phil.

Summary - He barely knew your name...

Warnings - Swearing, suicide

Genre - Pretty sad angst

Word count - 1802

(Phil's PoV)

He barely knew your name
He was just a city, (s)he's just a dirt road
But that never meant a thing
Running from the country, (s)he needed out but
He held that diamond ring

        "Faggot!"

        "Cocksucker!"

        "Bitch!" The kicks didn't hurt. The sticks and stones didn't hurt. What hurt most were the words. They stung like crazy, finding their way into my heart. Yet, I never cried. I was only ten at that time, but I learned to cope with this. It became part of my daily routine - go to school, get beaten up, school ends, get beaten up, limp home, shrug mum off, wash, eat dinner, go to sleep, repeat. I always tried to deny what the bullies yelled at me while laughing and punching my face, but deep inside, I knew they were true. Why else would they say that to me? They were just being nice, just pointing my flaws out in a harsh way. Saying that I wasn't good enough. To keep on trying to become a better person. That day, I'd just gotten beat up at the public playground while traveling home. I think they'd broken one of my bones, and bruised me somewhere in my ribs, because I couldn't breathe and I couldn't move. I just lay there in fetus position, shutting the rest of the world out. Soon, it had begun to rain heavily. Still, I couldn't move. Just laying there, I started to think about how my life was so far. When I did, I started to do something it'd been a long time since I had last done.

I cried.

It hurt. It was painful what I'd gone through, and to relieve it in my memory again... it was cruel. Tears were still streaming down my face when I felt a light hand tap my shoulder, and it suddenly stopped raining on me. I could barely turn my head, and the person noticed that, so he walked in front of me, and kneeled down so he could talk to me. Why would anyone do that? I'd thought. I was a worthless piece of shit who was gay and weird. I expected a slap from him, just like everyone else did, but instead, worry clouded his dark brown eyes. He reached out to touch my cheek, and I flinched because the punch I'd received eariler still stung like hell. He immediately pulled his hand back, and opened his mouth to speak.

        "My name's Dan. Let me help you home," he softly said. Dan. I knew him; he stood out to me because he was one of the few kids at my school who didn't bully me. However, I could never memorize his face because I never got a good look at him. But now, as I could clearly see his face, it was love at first sight for me. I'm not talking about some petty schoolgirl crush. I'm talking, full - on, love. My face flushed red, and my heart did that flippy - over thing. But something stirred inside of me. I was frightened. This wasn't true. This was my conscience playing tricks on me. He was too good to be true. Dan was just a part of my imagination the whole time. That's why he was never noticed at school by people. Sure, some girls giggled when he walked by, but that must've been because of something on the bulletin board.