he walked through the tattered path. he looked up at the colours of the sky mixed with the grey sky. he sighed very heavily. too heavily. his chest had a certain pang that made him want to break down then and there. his chest wanted him to scream and cry and slam on the floor. he ignored his chest.
he continued down the path and the smell of rain began creeping to dan. the thunder began rumbling in the sky and his anxiety got worse. it reminded him of times he would rather not go back to.
he tugged and his pink pastel sweater sleeves and pulled them over his hands.
he continued walking until he reached the yellow house. old and ugly. he held his breath as he continued to walk. straight to the door. he reached his hand to the doorknob and turned it slowly.
he walked in quietly and just then the thunder roared again causing him to jump. the front door slammed hard. he heard the rustling then the roars. not from the thunder. from his boyfriend.
"what the hell dan," he yelled at him angrily as he stormed into the lounge. slamming the bedroom door shut behind him.
"i-i'm sorry, michael, i-i got startled from the th-,"
"shut up. your excuses don't mean anything. i was asleep. having a damn good time without you," he yelled this time, even louder. getting closer to dan. his face inches away from dan's.
"i-i'm sorry," dan said softy, looking down at the floor avoiding his hateful gaze.
dan knew he should've looked at him. he should've held his hand and got his fists to unclench. but he didn't. and michael got even worse. he shoved dan against the wall and held him there. dan's chest clenched even more as dan's breath quickened with his heart. and his heart ached desperately. each quickened beat causing more pain in his chest. his heart also begged for him to cry. sending lumps in his throat. dan ignored once again and swallowed those lumps.
"why did i even start dating you, you're worthless. " michael hissed in his face. dan could smell the vodka on his breath.
"p-please," dan let out a whine softly attempting to grab at his hands.
michael flung him onto the cold tile. his fragile ribs slamming against the floor sending an extreme amount of pain to dan. dan let out a soft sound that no one could hear. no one could hear him breaking.
michael went into the kitchen and grabbed another bottle of unknown alcohol before shutting his door once again. leaving dan to lay there on the ground.
he lies on the floor. the anxiety in his chest and his heart finally winning as he begins to cry. one part from the physical pain and the other part to the emotional pain.
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i always start fanfictions and never continue them like what. smh but i wanna do this one so i'll try to stay determined
