What if it's us? Phan

Part 4

I'm worthless, stupid, fat, ugly

thoughts swirl around in my head, and I believed every single one of them

I have to do something.

I walked until I found one of taller trees and I started to climb, I made it about half the way up and I looked down. I took a deep breath and nodded. I wanted this, I needed this, this would make everyone happy.

I continued climbing until I reached the top of the tree and I took a breath. I heard voices and I held on as best as I could to not give away my position, and then I remembered that boy from earlier, the one that was so kind, maybe there was something to live for, even if it was small.
Sadly for me, the branch I was holding snapped under my weight and I fell, hitting branch after branch on my back or the back of my head. I wanted to scream in agony but I couldnt catch my breath and every time I did I got another swift smack in the back which knocked the wind out of me again and as one of the last branches broke from the impact my world went dark.

*LATER*

I wake up under a tree, unsure of exactly where I am, I try to sit up, but a wave of pain comes over me at the slightest movement

I stumble over my aching feet in a feeble attempt to walk back to my safe place, tears making glistening pathways on my face and dripping down onto my neck, and crimson red blood staining my translucent gold skin on my forehead, I finally make it back to my oasis in the trees just before sundown, I sit at the base of my weeping willow tree and pull my knees to my chest, sobbing into them.

(Phils POV)

"I hate you!" Brooklyn screams at me, throwing my stuff out of her flat.

"Ditto!" I huff, picking my things up off the wet grass outside, shaking the water off of each item before throwing it into my back pack and angrily walking back home, I decided to take the more scenic route home today, to get my mind off things 

I walk down the stony pathway loomed with pink flowers and weeping willows just as the sun goes down, beautiful bright oranges and peachy pinks paint the sky as the sun sets, I walk by each tree, taking in the beauty of each one, I hear a sound coming from under one of the trees, I slowly lift the vines being careful not to scare the frail human, I get a better look at the person, 

It's a girl

wait,

no

a boy?

But then why is he wearing a skirt? (because fuck gender norms that's why)

I slowly approach the boy and tap his shoulder, he looks up at me, tears glistening his face and blood trickling down his forehead, his eyes bloodshot from crying, a wave of panic crosses over me when I finally realize who it is

Dan

whoever hurt him is gonna pay, I quickly sit next to him and he looks away from me, I cup his cheek and make him look at me gently.

"Dan, who did this to you?" I say in a soft tone

Dan wouldn't respond, he simply sobbed into his knees that were clutched tightly against his chest

I set a hand on his shoulder reassuringly 

"Its going to be okay Dan, do you want me to take you home?" 

Dan looked at me, his eyes wide and laced with worry, he shook his head no rapidly.

"is... is something bad going on at home? do you wanna go home with me instead?" I question, the thought that asking anyone to come home, much less a boy to come home with me was weird didn't even cross my mind.

Dan nods his head yes, wiping his tears on the sleeve of my jacket, holding onto it tightly.

As I lead the frail boy to my house I cant help but wonder whats so bad at his house that he cant go home, did his parents hurt him? I wanna know but I wont pry at him, I know he's struggling.

Dan suddenly tugged at the sleeve of my jacket and I turned to him, he looked freezing, his nose was a rosy pink and his cheeks were tinted the same way, he was shivering and had his arms wrapped around himself

"Dan you look freezing!" I exclaim and quickly take off my own jacket and carefully put it on him.

"Ph-Phil, dont y-you need you-r jacket, i-i-its freezing outside!" Dan said with his cute little stutter.

"Well, some people are worth freezing for"  I smile reassuringly as we make our way back to my flat.