Trigger Warning: Will contain swearing,abuse,and probably self harm. BE WARNED.
Phil POV
"Its your fucking fault!"my mum yells at me throwing one of her vases at me. Luckily in her drunken state she misses my head making it land on the wall,immediately shattering everywhere. I instantly shoot up from my bed and run to the farthest wall away from her.
"If it wasn't for YOU he would still be alive right now!"my mum screams at me,looking around for anything to throw once again. She starts to get closer looking about damn ready to beat me like everyday.
"I have work in an hour. People can find out,"I say quietly looking down at the carpeted floor.
My mum stares at me for a while before stomping out of the room. Not bothering to close the (god damn) door behind her. I sigh knowing full well that once I come back nothing will stop her. I look at my digital alarm clock reading its time,5:15 in the morning. I can't stay here so I quickly run to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
Once I'm done I change into some black skinny jeans,black skull shirt, and a black bomber jacket. I put on my contact lenses because I wouldn't be caught dead wearing my weird nerdy glasses. I quickly get my phone and ear buds,stuffing them into my front jeans pocket. Quickly but quietly I slip out of room,down the stairs and out the front door.
Once I'm outside I pull my hood up and walk down the side walk to the store a block away. Once I get there I head to the Arts and Crafts section grabbing some paint cans,brushes and a couple of acrylics paint.
I usually come here and get the same supplies since its the only store close to my house. I make my way to the cash register and set my stuff down. The teenager behind the cash register never says anything about my weird "shopping habits" but might as well with the judging eyes he has as he scans every item as fast as he can to get me out of the store.
"32.67 is your total," says the guy with a monotone voice.
I hand him 40 and wait for my change impatiently.
"Have a good day and thanks for shopping here," says the guy with fake cheerfulness.
I roll my eyes while getting my supplies and walk out of the store. I walk through streets looking for a perfect wall to paint on. Then suddenly I spot it a perfect wall,untouched by anyone and in a dark alley so not many will see it, not in clear view of by passers. I start working on it immediately, taking out my spray cans and spraying the wall with its beautiful liquid,giving it the color it needs. Without even thinking about it my hands start doing what they know how to do,mixing colors and shading and fading with the paint brushes and acrylic paint.
What feels to be a second later but in reality is hours later I'm finished with my artwork. I lean back into the opposite wall admiring what I have done. Its not masterpiece since I'm self taught but at least it doesn't look like a five year old drew it.
I clean up around me careful not to leave anything that I might get arrested for but it doesn't really matter since what I painted is already damaging someone's property. I'm about to leave when a teenage boy my age comes in the dark alley looking directly at my art. The way he looks at it,might've been mistaken for a look of winning a lottery not looking at a horrible piece of art. He reaches out tenderly as if he can't believe its real. Of course when he does, he pulls back to find his hand wet.
"Hey! What are you doing mate!" I say stepping forward slightly.
Took me a while to write and see how I wanted Phil's character to be before the real problems come out. Do u like it so far?? Leaving suggestions on what I should do is always encouraged. Next chapter won't be up for a while.
Till next time~ Neither