You Make Me All Better

A/N so this is my first real story, and by real I mean that more then my brother will (hopefully)read this. So little warning the story contains abuse, self harm, boy x boy, homophobia, and language if any thing else in later chapters I'll add a warning.

*****Phil's pov*****

Memories started flooding in to my mind

'I know it was taring me apart yet...I did nothing to stop it . Even though I have friends I have never felt more alone. I gazed at my arms. Then the razor I held in my hand. Everything they said going through my mind

'Stupid'

'Useless'

'Worthless'

'Fag'

It would be so easy to just slide the razor across my wrist. But i couldn't let that happen...not again.'

the tears started to flow down his cheeks.

"Phil? Are you all right?"

I shook My messie brown hair and said the only thing that i could manage a small whisper "no" I looked up at my therapies,Amy

"Why are people so mean Amy?"

"Not all people are sweetie I mean Sam isn't is he?"

she said in a sweet motherly voice that makes me want to laugh and to cry all at the same time.

"No he's not but that's not what I meant. I mean why do people bully me?"my hazil green eyes shining with tears

"People some times bully other people because they want to make themselves fell better"

"Then why doesn't it work"i looked at her with genuine curiosity.

"I'm sorry sweetie but I'm afraid I don't know that one."

I looked up at the clock 12:59

"I'll see you next week Amy bye" and with that I grabbed my bag and left home to what i hoped was a smiling face,though...i highly doubted it. It was so beautiful days like this almost make me forget what's wrong with my life.

"PHILIP MICHEL ANDERSON GET YOUR SORRY ASS IN THIS HOUSE NOW"

I said almost didn't I? I walked in expecting the worse mom hurt or a blow to the face sadly it was much,much worce I could smell the alcohol in the air and than he grabbed me by my shirt and tossed me against the wall I heard his belt coming out of the loops. He ripped my shirt off than wiped me around I knew better than to show the slights bit of fear that would only make the game more fun to him.nine times nines new welts on my back.when he was done I walked up to my room and cried.i went to grab my razor when one word went through my mind the only one I could think of any more.SAM.so I called him.

"Hello?"

"Hi."I could fell my voice cracking

"Phil? have you been crying? Did your dad hit you again?"

"In a way yes, he hit me."

"Sneak out you're coming over"

"Sam I-"

"it wasn't a question you.are.coming over under stood ill see you soon ok but be careful"

He was concerned...that makes me happy i know he cares.i creeped down the side of the house carful not to fall on my back.his house was the only place I felt at home. I couldn't wait to be home

A/N sorry it's kind of crappy 😰. Pleas feel free to point out any grammar or spelling errors also tell me if you want another chapter.

~James