Phil P.O.V
Today? It was just another ordinary day for me well as ordinary as a day for me could get, I was having a casual stroll... more like a limp, going back home from another cruel day at school, where I had just freshly been beaten up by the guys at my school which I called 'The Capturers' because of the way they always had managed to capture me in corners, up against walls and always at the moments I was at my weakest...
I carried on home ignoring the agony shooting up my thigh and back. Oh, so you think this wasn't that bad? All I knew was this day would turn on repeat when I got home… My father, more like a monster no person could call him a father he was brutal and harsh to anything or anyone he saw, even without knowing them.
I approached my 'home' anyone would think it was another one of them perfect family homes that everyone wants to live in and its all fluffy bunnies and fairy dust inside, but no. It's more like, the devil of hell being thrown in to his own hell pit; it's only me and my dad living here now.
My older brother Steven who is now 22 moved out when it all began, I was too naïve to understand at the time, why my big savour brother Steven had moved away, the last thing I have to remember him is a small bracelet I haven't to this day took off, it has my name 'Phillip' engraved by hand from Steven. But, soon on my 11th birthday I surely found out why he had left in a hurry, I found out with a bang... literally.
*Flashback*
That's when it all began, my 11th birthday party, my dad had gotten very drunk that night and when all my mates and their parents had gone, he teetered his way over too me, I was just sat on the couch playing sonic then.. he had picked me up by my collar of my polo shirt and threw me over to the wall. Where I had whacked my head so hard, it had all gone dark after that..
*Reality*
I finally got to the door knowing that as soon as I walked in my father would be waiting in the living room.. I was correct he was.
"Phillip. You should know the routine by now. You're late." He said not moving an eye towards me, glaring at the TV screen.
"I.. I'm S-sorry father, W-w.. Won't Happen A-again, I-I-I Promise." I wasn't even late! It's only 15:30! School had only been out 15 minutes when I got home, how fast did he expect me to get out of school? I'm running home still only barely getting here!
"You said that last week. Don't break your promises, you know the consequences of that, now don't you son?" he puffed his inhaled smoke from his lit cigarette into my face as he got up slowly, us both knowing what was to come next.
"Y-yes I'm so.. sorry father" then it began my daily beating from my father, I got off lucky today still being conscious and only having a few batters and bruises to my chest, head and legs, after 2 hours of the daily cold-blooded, savage punishment, normally I would wake up at midnight not knowing what happened that night, but today I pretended to be unconscious to try get him away, just for awhile.
I had a plan, a plan that may be risky to pull off. Once he had gone down to the local pub with his mates, I would run away.. go far away from here on a train. To London. I only had £50 in my pocket and a few hamper loads of clothes and belongings, not forgetting my bracelet and beloved stuffed toy from my childhood – Lion of course.
*2 hours later*
I finally had been able to sneak out of the house not leaving a trace for my dad to find when he got back… What was I thinking? He wouldn't care that I was gone; he would be drunk and not notice or would most likely throw a party at my disappearance.
I got to the train platform and waited for my number and train destination to be called from that annoying muffled voice of the announcer, when it was finally called I leept up from my doze and walked too the train;
"This is it Phil.. Don't mess it up. It's your only chance"
Dan P.O.V
Today I was meant to be going cinema with my friends, PJ & Chris. But I felt kind of groggy so I decided to stay in bed five minutes longer; it was only 11 o'clock. But then a sudden though came to mind while lying there;
"Today, Today will be a good day."
Err, how could this be a good day brain? I feel like crap and now I need to get up, as PJ and Chris will be here soon. Abruptly after sitting up I heard a knock on the front door "dammit guys, why so early?" I thought to myself as I grabbed a pair of skin tight black skinnys and a t-shirt from my wardrobe. Then I started hopping down the stairs while trying, but failing, at putting a sock on.
"Hi Dan?" PJ said at me as I must had looked like a idiot hopping down the stairs like that.
"Hi guys, you're here early? I wasn't expecting you till 1?" they're always here early, I think they do it to annoy me, I'm lazy at times.
"Oh, We stopped by early.. to play video games before the cinema?" Chris said with an egger smile plastered on his face "please Dan!" how could I say no? they're my best friends after all.
"Sure! Why not? Go to the lounge I'll be there in a bit, I need food" I walked into the kitchen to find my mum and little brother Adrian sat at the table eating their breakfast.
"Hi mum, Adrian" I nodded to them as I went to the toaster to get some fresh toast that my mum had pre-made for me with butter on. Then I went into Chris and Pj, who had, as always, been able to already be playing sonic when I sat down with my toast.
"Ha! Chris you won't beat this level ever will you?" I mocked him as he kept dying every movement.
"shh, I'm nearly there" and so it continued till 12:30n where we headed to the cinema to watch the new "paranormal activity" movie.
Phil P.O.V
"We have now arrived in London, please take all your luggage and processions and exit the train. We hope you enjoyed your travel and enjoy your stay here in London!"
I slowly woke awake from my daze as the muffled voice spoke from the cabin, I made it! Here I was in London, a place I can start fresh! But I was forgetting one thing.. I was a 16 year old boy, nothing but a few bundles of clothes and £50 in his pocket? This was going to be tricky.
I stepped out of the train, my backpack firmly on my back and I breathed in hoping somehow this would give me a relaxing feeling, nope more worry and anxiety to ask where the exit was. I started to follow a bunch of teenagers whom I believe would be heading out to the exit as they had just got off the same train as me.
After a long crowded exit to the station I found my self outside the building, I breathed out thinking what to do next, I was so stupid, I had no plan what I was going to do. So I decided to put my headphones over my ears and put some muse on as I walked around the streets of London aimlessly looking around like a loony.
I had been walking for some time now when I saw a game shop "Game" Oh what a creative title this shop had, I wandered in knowing I had no money to buy anything so I just skimmed through the endless racks of video-games. I snatched up a xbox game from the endless shelf "Sonic 4" it read. I remembered playing this when I was a child, it bringing a sneaky smile to my glum facial expression, it was the last game I played before my life became the living hell of a routine it was now…well used to be. Now I'm free I don't need to worry any longer.
I was on my way out when suddenly out of nowhere a filthy scumbag of a guy ran up behind me snatching my rucksack and iPod, I ran after him trying to keep up but I couldn't, my leg had gotten beat badly the other night leaving it still weak and less able to run fast, I carried on running then after the crook then – it all went dark.
I felt a large hit on my side as if something had ran into me with a car, next thing I knew I flew and hit the ground thirty feet in front of I had been hit – it was a car I didn't realise I had been abandoned there until I heard screeching of tires on the busy London road. It was odd I knew what was happening around me but I couldn't open my eyes or move, until it all went dark - unconsciousness took over.
"Free? What were you thinking Phil. Now you're alone on the road not able to move"
Dan P.O.V
"I told you it would be a good day"
Why can't my brain shut up! It's been saying about this "good day" ALL DAY. Nothing extraordinary good had happened, so far. Apart from that movie, THAT was good. I was cut rudely off my trail of un-twining thoughts by Chris's scream, not a excitement scream he did when the movie had started, this was him in distress of panic.
"Chris? What the h-" I started but was yet again put off by him running out into the road and pointing. Luckly no cars were around or that would've been stupid of him. I trailed down his pointing arm and stood in shock at what he was point down at.
A boy.
A lifeless body.
Deep ebony hair.
Out in the middle of the road.
In a pool of his own blood.
I immediately ran right over to Chris in his panicked faze, I knelt down by the boy, dragging himn onto my lap really not caring about the blood stains forming on my jeans, and desperately checked for the slightest pulse or movement.
"Sorry, I meant life changing good. You'll know why soon"
Brain this is NOT the time. I ran my hands through the thick bunch of black-like hair he looked so innocent sitting there on my lap with his eyes shut and sound of his light huffs, he was alive but barely. I longed to see his ey- I cut myself off from my thoughts, I'm straight why am I thinking like this towards another guy? But some reason I really wanted to see the colour of his eyes, partly because I wanted him to wake up – but also because he seemed so – ok stop it Dan.
"Peej! He's dying! Hurry up!" Chris shouted and his jumped about above me while PJ was on the phone to an ambulance.
"Don't worry Dan, take care of this, it's a gift"
I tried blocking my thoughts out at that point when the ambulance came rushing down the street – he's safe.
