Unspeakable - Phan

Two

D A N

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Me and Phil had exchanged numbers. It wasn't like we could call, but we could text. School had ended and I was walking home. I hated going home. It meant I had to see my dad.

My dad would always blame me for my mothers death. She died because after I was shot, she started screaming and crying and they shot her.

My feet hit the pavement, taking me closer to the place I called home. It wasn't a home to me. It was just a place where I lived. I didn't feel safe there. I couldn't feel safe while I lived with that monster. 

I arrived at my door and opened the door. I ran upstairs into my room, locking the door. I was always paranoid that my dad would beat me senseless until I died. It scared me. He scared me.

I sat on my bed, doodling in my sketchbook. I drew a little dinosaur in the corner.

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I sat on the roof of my house, staring at the sky. My room scared me. I didn't like being there alone. It was dark, and I felt uneasy. I felt scared, like a little child that was scared of the dark. 

I felt my phone buzz. Instantly, I knew it was my ebony haired friend, Phil. I took out my phone. I had named him Lion, because it seemed cute, and he had told him his parents called him that.

From: Lion

Hey :)

To: Lion

Hey! Why you up so late??

From: Lion

Couldn't sleep. Why are you still up?

To: Lion

It sounds silly, but I'm scared of the dark. I usually can't sleep. I'm on my roof.

From: Lion

It doesn't sound silly! I could talk to you until you fall asleep, but don't sleep on the roof silly :P

To: Lion

Okay, that sounds cool! And I won't :P Silly Philly

I climbed back into my room, and got back into bed. I felt my phone buzzing, which was Phil calling. I answered.

"Hey Danosaur."

I smiled. He talked to me until he and I fell asleep. I felt kind of safe. Knowing that I didn't have to talk to him, and knowing he would accept me for who I was. Not for who I was pretending to be. 

Yes, we had just met that day, but I felt as if I could trust him. He was nice, and funny. He even made me smile.

I woke up, got dressed and made my way to school. I didn't bother having any breakfast. Whenever I ate I felt sick. I felt uncomfortable with my body, and felt as if I was fat. So I didn't eat. It made me more weak, and vulnerable.

I made my way to English and sat down, looking around the classroom. No one was here. I sighed, laying my head on the hard, wood desk, closing my eyes. 

"Dan, what are you doing?" I heard Phil's voice ask, then giggling. I lifted my head up and looked at him, shrugging.

He sat down at his desk, smiling, "So, you got to sleep last night?" I nodded, grinning. "Good, you need your sleep, now don't you."

I giggled, nodding. In a few moments, the bell rung and students came flooding into the classroom. I inaudibly groaned. The teacher started the lesson, droning on about a book we were supposed to write a report on. We had to work with the person we worked with yesterday, which in my case was Phil. At least I didn't have to work with some whiny girl, going on and on about a boy she fancied.

I turned to Phil, who was already turned around and looking at me. The teacher handed out copies of the book, which was called The Fault In Our Stars. I had heard of the book before, but had never read it.

I took out my sticky notes, starting to read the book, but being interrupted by Phil, "So, you wanna totally not do it right now and do it at my house?"

I chuckled, and nodded. He started going on about how he had seen the movie and he cried, and about how sad but good it was.

English finished, and the day droned on. Phil hung out with me by the tree at lunch. At PE, I really didn't want to do sport. I sat on the ground, playng with the grass. 

Phil sat next to me, poking my cheek. "Hey Danny boy."

I grinned, turning to face him. I looked into his amazing blue eyes. Instantly I felt my cheeks heat up, for no reason.

"So Mister I want to skip PE, how are you?" I shrugged, chuckling. "I'll take that as a good."

Me and Phil sat there, and he talked about nothing in particular. I listened, being interested in everything he had to say. He was funny, and made me laugh. No one had ever made me laugh like him.

He was my happy little Phil

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That Troye Sivan pun am I right.

I WAS LISTENING TO HEAVEN WHILST WRITING THIS

So we had to write a letter to our new teacher for next year and we had to write something that we wanted to achieve next year and I wrote that I wanted to get rid of my anxiety.

wowowow bravo

anyways, bye

ily <3