Useless Child [Phan]

Dan

Yes,hi,hello,
This is honestly a three am mess but I'll try to update it every so often however if I don't you can hit me with 666 socks :)
Enjoy
-Sins

Dan awoke to the horrid sounds of his Dad crying downstairs.
"Ugh" The chocolate haired boy practically groaned into his pillow,he had always hated how thin the walls in his house were as it meant he could hear everything.
Every scream,
Every drunken throw of a knife,
Every cry for help that escaped the boys Dads lips every night.
Dan considered himself lucky in that moment as the only thing he heard was the faint cries of his Father.
"The bitch must be out early morning drinking" Dan muttered to himself as he dragged his aching body from his mess of a bed.

Dan's Dad had always been a lively happy kinda guy,until his wife started drinking every night.She constantly verbally abused him and began using Dan as nothing but an emotionless punchbag to vent her anger out on while his Dad sat and watched
.He did nothing.
The words that often spilled from the drunken woman's mouth during beatings were ,in Dan's eyes, true.
"Little brat"
"Fucking fag"
"Piece of shit"
"Slut"
"Man whore"
"Cutter"
And the one that stuck with the boy the most,
"Useless Child"

Dan slowly but surly made his way across the landing,flinching as his still fresh scars brushed against a half broken stool,
The 14 year old stumbled into the bathroom shutting and locking the door behind him.
He looked into the mirror.
A loud obnoxious sigh escaped his chapped lips as his eyes darted over his appearance.
Pinkish scars littered his arms all the way from his wrists to his shoulders.
Deep red ribbons lined his upper thighs and inner ankles.
Dark wine coloured bags clutched onto his milky brown eyes.
Dan had always hated his eyes.
They stared at him through the mirror,baring holes into the young mans brain,they looked like they belonged on a dead person..not someone who was only 14.
Not only that but they were exact replicas of his god forsaken mothers.
Dan remembered all the times those brown eyes glared at him with burning hatred but also how they used to look upon him with the most proud look when he was younger...how did everything end up this shitty?

Dan finished what he had to do in the bathroom and silently crept back into his room.
He threw on his almost too small uniform and chucked a few pencils and a notebook into his old, beaten ,black
Bag and quietly made his way downstairs.
There was no way in Hell he was straightening his long mess of hobbit hair today.

As Dan reached the front door he heard a muffled
"D-Danny"
from behind him,
Dan glanced over his shoulder and saw his Dad sprawled out across the filthy sofa.
"Sorry" was all the pale skinned boy could muster as he swung open the door and left the house.

It was going to be a long ass day.

I'm sorry if my grammar makes you wanna rip your eyes out but I'm no writer..
The next chapter will be on Phil's "morning routine" lmao
-Sins