Warning- homophobic language used as well as swearing so sorry about that. Other than that enjoy :-)

I woke up on the floor in a pool of my own blood. What happened last night? I tried to get up and it felt like a thousand knives stabbing in to my arms and legs. It's a miracle I woke up, even if I didn't want to. Oh yeah, I'm meant to be going to school today. I don't really care about going to school today. Anywhere is better than being here right now. although school is just as bad as home, I don't think I would be able to handle it today. The taunts and insults I could deal with sticks and stones right? But the physical abuse was just torture on top of everything at home, that's something I don't think I can survive much longer.

I dragged myself up off the floor, bringing myself to look in the mirror. I had bruises on both my cheeks, dried blood matted in my hair, bruises on both my arms and legs, along with the cuts, round my ribcage and on my stomach. I carefully washed my hair, trying not to get any unnecessary pain. I picked out a long sleeved white top to cover my arms, a hoodie just in case people can see through my shirt and some jeans to help cover up the bruises. I covered the bruises on my cheeks with some of mums foundation. I can't start my new school with bruises on my face it doesn't make a good first impression. I grabbed my phone, and made my way toward the door.

I slowly crept towards the door. My dad curled up asleep on his bed next to mum. I feel nothing but disgust when I see him with her, she deserves so much better than my dad. She is seriously ill and all he can do is drink alcohol thinking it will all go away. I crept past their door trying not to make any noise. I quietly pulled the door open and made my way to school. Well here goes nothing. I plug my headphones into phone and press play as muse blared out the speakers into my ears, pull my hood up to cover my face I don't want anyone to notice me right now. It took me three times as long to get there this morning seeing as I was in pain the whole way there. The journey to school should only take ten minutes but I should be grateful. The beating I got last night was him holding back.

I made my way through the school gates to my usual spot in the library; thank god I don't have to scared about walking to the library without being beat up. Once I arrived at the library I was greeted by the librarian who was sat at her desk. I walked further into the library until i reached the section where hardly anyone went. I had half an hour of peace before i made my way to Mrs. Swann in room A3, my first lesson of the day. ok this shouldn't be that bad I just need to get to my first classroom then I should be safe. I start to walk towards my classroom with my head facing the floor I can't deal with people staring at me right now. I became distracted by checking over my shoulder to see who was behind, that I didn't notice I walked straight into another boy.

Oh...my...god out of everything that could have possibly happened today I had walk into somebody and cause a collision for us both to fall to the ground. My ribs now feel like they are on fire, they're probably broken knowing my luck. I can feel people staring at me I really hope they don't notice.

'You're blind as well as a faggot hahaha' oh no. Not again. I really can't deal with that right now. Why do I even exist?

'talking about staying invisible' An un familiar voice muttered. I look up to see the owner of the voice, it was the boy I walked into. He was looking at me with his chocolate brown eyes, it's as though he was inspecting me trying to figure me out, it's amazing how facial expressions can change so much within a matter of seconds from guilt to confusion to anguish. I hear the hallway start to clear, giving me the signal it's almost time for lessons to commence. I really don't have the energy to move, it will hurt me if I move.

Dans P.O.V

Oh...my...God

This kid looks as though he's been dragged to hell and back. He looked terrible, like he hadn't slept in two weeks. His hair was clearly not brushed, he had bruises on his face, which he has tried to hide with foundation by the looks of it. I'll just wait for the halls to clear to talk to him, the last thing he probably wants is for anyone to know. He looks like he's my age i wonder if he's in my year. The halls started to clear as the bell rang and I moved closer towards him, he flinched away from me and pulled himself into a ball.

'P-please d-don't hurt m-me I-I'm sorry I d-didn't mean to walk into you'

I saw him flinch as I tried to move in closer to him.

'I'm not going to hurt you, why would I want to hurt you? I want to help you' I tried to say in a comforting way without scaring him more than he already is.

'Why do you want to help me?' He asked, just loud enough for me to hear.

'I-I've been in your situation before' I whispered, I understand his pain. I didn't know how he was going to react towards me. I know for a fact if someone tried to help me when I was curled up into ball in quite a lot of pain I wouldn't trust them. There's only so many you make the same mistake before you realise everybody's the same. Trust is like mirror, you can fix it if its broken. But you can still see the cracks in the reflection.

I held my hand out towards phil. He shuffled away from slightly staring at my hand, debating whether he should take it or not. He took hold of my hand weakly and I pulled him up off of the floor. Gasps of pain escaped from his mouth as he got back up onto his feet again.

'Well...erm thanks for you know helping me up' he said as he shuffled around looking down towards the floor.

'You're welcome, you didn't need to thank me though I wasn't going to leave you on the floor in pain' I wish he would look up at me so I can talk to him properly. He cautiously lifts up his head to look at me, as though it was on command. I captured his gaze with my mine, staring into his deep blue eyes, I swear you could drown in them.

Phil's P.O.V

I felt as though I was drowning. Drowning in the depths of his chocolate brown eyes. You could get lost in them. I felt his eyes bearing into mine, looking and exploring what could possibly lie underneath.

The longer he looks into your eyes the more he is interested in you. If he can't look into your eyes long enough, there is a great chance he just wants to conquer you. After that he will leave you just like everybody else does, or maybe like last time use you for his own personal gain. You're just as naive and stupid as last time aren't you. Are you ever going to learn? How many times are you going to make this mistake?

I'm not naive and stupid! I have only made that mistake once! Once! How was I supposed to know HE was going to be my worst nightmare. Maybe he's different, maybe he is nothing like HIM!

Stop being optimistic would you? Of course he will be just like HIM, everybody you practically know is like HIM, what makes this lad any different? You don't even know his name.

I have no way I could answer that, because I don't know what makes him different, I hope he is different. It's true though I don't even know his name yet I'm willing trust to him.

'If you don't mind me asking, could you help me find my form room, I'm completely lost and I have no idea where I'm going'

'Oh, erm sure, who do you have as your form tutor?' He glances at timetable looking for his tutors name

'I have Mrs. Swan'

'Well that's lucky then'

'Lucky?'

'Yeah, Mrs Swan is also my form tutor so we're both going to the same place'

'Ha ha ha, I guess that is lucky then, well then lead the way, don't want to be late now do we?'

'I'm Dan by the way, in case you were wondering' ahh so that's his name, Dan.

'I'm phil'

'Its nice to meet you phil, so should we get going now? I'm pretty sure we're a little late'

'I guess so, lets go then' I started to walk down the noisy corridor, with dan trailing behind me trying to keep up with me as to not get lost amongst the other students in the corridor. About one minute later we made to our classroom.

The room is already full students sat in their seats, chatting amongst themselves waiting for the lesson to start . Oh the joys of first lesson (!) The worst lesson of the entire day for me. Being sat in a room full of people that hate me isn't exactly my idea fun or entertaining, it's hell. We enter the room, and I quickly walk to my seat at the back of the room in the corner, blocking out the usual insults as I go. I quickly sit down and wait for this nightmare to be over.

Dans P.O.V

Well, here goes nothing. I enter my new class slowly behind phil, who is now sat down at his seat at the back. Wow he does move fast. I walk over to misses desk to introduce myself, better make a good first impression

'Hello, you must be Dan'

'Yep, that's me'

'I'm Mrs Swan and I'll be your form tutor for this year, if you have any questions feel free to ask, and you'll sit next to Phillip at the back. Do you have any questions?'

'Nope I don't think so'

'Alright then, go take your seat and have a good first day' she smiled at me as she finished her sentence.

'Bad luck there mate! You're going to be sat next that faggot for the rest of year, be careful though you might catch something from him' what's up with this jackass? Is there a ten foot pole stuck up his ass? I'm assuming so by that comment. Who does he think he is? The fucking Queen of Sheba? I think that suits that dick quite well.

'Well it's a good thing you're not a doctor then isn't it?'

'Excuse me?'

'Well if you were doctor you would know that you can't catch being gay, it's impossible and I'm assuming that's you what you meant when you used the term faggot?'

'Ooh we got ourselves a nerd' achieving sniggers from the surrounding people.

Way to go Dan, way to go! Seriously well done! Not only have you gained a shitload of attention towards yourself, you retaliated to him by being a sassy twat like usual, well done! What a way to start a new school.

'Nerd? Really? Just because I can use the English language correctly, that doesn't make me a nerd'

'Whatever, faggot'

'Oh how original (!)'

I go over to my assigned quickly, in a hope he won't say anything more, honestly I really don't feel like arguing on my first day. I sat down and glanced over at phil who was now staring at me with his gorgeous blue eyes, wait... Did I just say his eyes are gorgeous? Who am I kidding ? His eyes are beautiful. I could drown in them if he would let me. He quickly looked away as he caught my gaze.

'Why did you just do that?' He murmured

'He was being an complete and utter dick, who thought they had the right to insult you when they really don't' I know I shouldn't have retaliated but he kinda deserved what I said.

'He will get you back for saying that, you do know that right?' He said with worry seeping through into hi voice as he spoke.

'I know, but it was worth it though' he didn't say anything after. This is how we remained for the rest of lesson, sat in a silence that wasn't comfortable but wasn't awkward either.

'Alright then guys, off you go to second lesson have a good day guys!' Wow she certainly is chirpy! Oh fuck it's end of lesson and I have no idea where I'm going. Phil shot up from his chair and practically ran out the door, well done dan you just gave his tormentors another reason to make his life a misery!

I got up slowly and made my way towards the door to make my way to the first lesson of the day.

Maths.

Seriously? I have maths first thing this morning and on my first day! Well technically it's second. Well this just gets better and better (!) Well at least my classroom is just down the corridor from here, not that much of a walk. As I made my way to maths, I could hear laughter and taunting from around the corner of my maths classroom. It wasn't just one voice of laughter, it sounded like six or seven more. My curiosity got the better of me- so I decided to check out what was going on. As I approached the corner turning to a dead end corridor, the voices and laughter became louder and easier to hear...

'Go on jake, give that fag everything he deserves'

'Did you get your boyfriend to stand up for you hey?' jake hissed

'H-he's not m-my boyfriend' phil whimpered

'You're lying! Don't lie to me!' Jake shouted, I heard his fist collide with phils jaw.

'I-I'm not' he stammered 'I-I'm not lying'

'I think you're a disgusting human being that is nothing but an infection that passes around and never leaves. You're a worthless parasite that everybody hates also you're worth less than a fuck you' WHAT A DICK! What gives him the right to even that! There is nothing wrong with being gay! It's not like it affects him personally! The homophobic dick! How dare he talk to somebody like that! Wait who was he talking to? I edged closer and closer to the corner until I could people there came closer into my view. That's when I saw him. By him I mean the person whose at the receiving end of that vile use of language. It was phil! They have him held up by his shirt against the wall. It's jake that's holding home there! He looks like the boy from form I had a 'discussion' with this morning, wait that is him! I have to do something to help him! I have to! I'm not going to let them do this to him!

'What the fuck are doing to him?'

'Nothing that concerns the likes of ...oh ... ha ha ha oh look boys it's the posh bastard from first lesson here to save his boyfriend isn't that sweet'

'Put phil down now! you vile bastard! he hasn't done anything wrong!'

'Or what? Are you gonna hit me? ' he sniggered at me, what a prick

'No Dan! Please don't do anything stupid!' Tears threatening to spill from his gorgeous blue eyes.

'Oi faggot! Shut up no one asked for your opinion did they? No I didn't think so, so then Dan since that's your name, are going to hit me? Because well I'm tired of waiting and I have better things to be doing than waiting around'

'No, I'm gonna do this...'

That's when I charged at full force towards him. He toppled towards the floor, realising phil from his grasp before he hit the floor. I got back up and edged my way towards phil, taking him by the hand and sprinting towards the nearest toilets, that I had seen on my way into school. Ignoring the shouting that jake was doing

'You're going to pay for that posh boy! You and that faggot! Do you hear me! You're gonna pay!'

I carried on sprinting towards the doors, phil still in tow with me as I still have clasp of his hand. Not that I cared at all. I love his touch. It feels safe and warm, like I never wanted to let go.