Author's note; I literally wrote this months ago and forgot about it. Hope you enjoy it! Oh, and I do not own Dan, nor do I own Phil:(
My alarm abruptly awakens me from a restless sleep ridden with nightmares featuring college teachers and deadlines. I groan and grasp my head, which is pounding like hell from constant revision notes and a downward spiral of worry. Rolling over, pulling my quilt with me, I look to my alarm clock. The numbers cause me to grimace. 7:12am. I have a goddamn lecture at 8. I swing my legs out from my bed and take in my surroundings. Countless Pokémon tidbits and guitar-hero remotes are strung across the cream carpet. Then I see the things that really matter. Recent birthday presents placed on my drawers. Cards signed by people I love. I sigh and get up groggily. These are the things that spur me on throughout the day. I dress in a hurry and as my toast is on I down some coffee before grabbing my bag and heading out the door to college.
I enter the gates to hear a chorus of 'emo faggot'. This day is going to be just great, I can feel it. To top my great morning off, my first lecture is History of Lawyers. God, I'm so tired, I might skip. I sigh, wishing I was that bad-ass. But unfortunately, I'm a bit of a nerd. I walk towards the front doors, avoiding a particular group of rough ones.
I'm slumped in a squishy chair in the lecture hall. I'm at the back (of course) and I'm ten minutes early (of course). Bored, I flip through the music on my iPod, sitting back further and closing my eyes. After all, it is very early.
A searing pain startles me back to consciousness. I hear laughter as my vision adjusts and realize I'm surrounded by three boys. These three guys are in the majority of my classes and, for some reason unknown to me, hate me. Fully awake now, I realize my music is still on. I rip out my earphones and sigh. "What do you want?" They stop laughing at my cruel awakening and look more menacing. Maybe my tone was too sour. "We wanna sit with our friend Dan, don't we fellas?" The leader laughs. The three boys nod in sync and sit around me, basically surrounding me. I keep quiet as they whisper countless insults at me, nothing I haven't heard before. The teacher walks in and starts the lesson, completely oblivious these guys are pissing with me. I slyly slip my ear-phones back in, staring at the teacher intently. Nobody even notices. I just sit rigidly on my chair for a good ten minutes, staring at the ceiling. Then, slowly but surely, all the students turn their heads in my direction, Oh, shit. I slowly take my earphones out. "I'm guessing you do not know the answer then, Daniel Howell! And if my class is not good enough for you, by all means, leave!" The teacher booms. As the boys around me smirk and shoot me dirty looks and the rest of the class start to laugh at me, I decide I've had enough. I slowly stand and start to leave. I'm done with this.
Once I'm in the corridor, I realize what I have just done. Daniel Howell, nerd, procrastinator and misfit just walked out of a lecture. Forgetting his bag. Damn, I knew there was something. All well, it's too late now. I mean, it's not like I can just go back in. So I head off down the hall, my hands clasped together. I get to the next classroom I'm in and decide to hang around awkwardly until the bell rings in about ten minutes.
The first people who walk down the corridor, ready for class, are the guys who do not like me. Just my luck. Oh, and will you look at that. They're throwing around my bag. "Heeeyyyyy, Dan, buddy!" The front man shouts. I shoot him a dirty look, my only defense. "Don't," The guy is a lot closer now, right up to my face, his rank breath way too close for my comfort. "Ignore me, when I speak to you." I feel a sharp pain in my side and double over, all the oxygen leaving my body. I gasp for air but another low blow to the stomach stops me from inhaling. I fall. Another searing jab. And then, ",Break it up boys. How old are you? Go to lesson. Now." The female teacher clops off down the hall, not caring that I'm hurt. Not caring that these boys will carry on, unmerciful to my pain. Another kick. "Dan, mate. You've avoided us for weeks, ant ya?" One of the boys speaks up, my vision is too blurry to identify the voice. "But now we gotcha were we want ya." A bell signaling you're late for class rings. The boys share a look. "We'll seeya after school, Danny boy." I give no reaction and just lay broken on the floor. They leave me and I'm free to cry, cry, cry.
I limp back to my dorm in time for the next bell. I get to the bathroom, just in time. I clutch at the sink, hydro-pumping vomit down the drain. I wipe my mouth and reach for my toothbrush, looking at myself in the mirror. Bruises are splashed decoratively across my face, I sight I've seen far to often. They create a disturbingly mesmerizing pattern across my face, chest and arms. Yellow, brown, purple. Very autumnal. I then go over to my bed and crawl under my soft, comforting covers. I decide I'm done for today.
P.s; I hope you like chapter one! I know it's not the happiest, but I promise it'll get better during the oncoming chapters:) And we'll get to meet Phil!
Feel free to review! -NeonLuna
