The heat surged around the pale flesh of his inner arm, a sweet but painful welt appearing already. Dan sighed with relief and turned his lighter off. Already he felt better, focusing his energy on something other than his increasingly pitiful life. 17, and yet he still felt like the small and beaten down child he used to be, constantly tormented and picked on. It was true he'd lost the weight and kept it off, but was the price he had to pay worth it? A shout echoed downstairs, interrupting his inner monologue - his aunt, drunk as usual, with yet another random man she'd picked up god knows where. Dan got up, wincing slightly when he reached out to lock his door. He'd have to get something on his burn, he hadn't meant for it to get so bad. He hadn't meant for anything to get this bad! Looking in the mirror and scowling, he yet again studied his stomach. Growing had helped balance out the fat, but the fact remained that he was an ugly cow, and everyone just loved reminding him of it. His belly grumbled loudly, complaining about the lack of food.
"Shut up!" He growled back, then laughed hysterically.
Talking to his own stomach, oh god what next?
"I'm going insane" he mumbled to himself, his grin already fading to be replaced by his usual sullen glare. All of a
sudden he he heard the stairs creak, the ominous groaning of the weathered stairs barely able to sustain the girth of his aunt and her 'new friend'. Momentarily startled, Dan checked his room door lock again, double checking it just to be sure. Their footsteps walked past his door, not even pausing on the way to the third floor landing. Breathing a sigh of relief, Dan lay down on his bed and turned his iPod on full blast. Headphones in and danger passed, he finally started to relax. "Old bitch, what do these guys see in her anyways?" Of course, he already knew the answer to that question. He'd heard it enough times. The moaning and shaking, the men's eager shouts and her squeals of delight -she was easy. There was no doubt about it, she was whore and a half. The ceiling above him started to shake, the bed springs from upstairs making unearthly wailing , mixing with pants and shouts. Dan turned his music up louder and tried to block it out, putting a pillow over his head in a failed attempt to stifle the noise. He fell asleep thinking of the burns on his skin, dreaming of a peaceful escape into nothing.
~Hello there! Well, if you read to the bottom of the page that's amazing and I already love you! Obviously I don't own Dan and Phil, nor anything else for that matter :3 This is really my own (and twisted) version of their lives. This chapter is more of an intro - If you like it and want more to the story, please rate and review! I really want this to be written by both of us, me and you. What d'you want? What struggles will we throw at them, how does it happen? Tell me and I'll do my best to make the best story I can! Alright, Drama Llama Extraordinaire out :3 Meow ~