I finished 'Torn' so know, I can update on this! :D There isn't much left of this story anymore but I can still swing it.

THIS CHAPTER SNAPS BACK INTO PHIL'S POV.

It's so childish because Phil thinks he's seven so he has seven year old knowledge. He can't write in proper grammar and stuff. Okay? But I made sure the spelling was correct. I know we all don't want bad spelling. Ever.


Chapter Twenty Nine

The feel's so satisfying.

The liquid burning into his skin, infusing with his red and white blood cells, his platelets are suddenly buzzing with excitement and his entire body is burning with too much satisfied blood and he loves it.

Just as he's about to go, Matt grabs onto his hand and Phil stares at him. "I just want to walk you to your parents' home."

The plane ride's fast.

Worthless.

And they don't really need the plane but Matt just likes the smell of the seats and the feel of the air and just being on the plane and that's the only reason and seeing Phil sleep throughout the flight had left the Hardy boy filled with satisfaction and joy, seeing the drool seep from the corners of his mouth, the same bitter taste and he knows that it's wrong to lick his mouth in his sleep but he couldn't resist and he knows that Phil's a deep sleeper and he finds that too adorable.

Phil and Matt are walking, arms linked and too much love and affection bubbling into Matt's heart as he stops by the household that seems too near and just as Phil's about to go, Matt cups onto his cheek and looks deep into those eyes and he knows that he's going to regret this later but those pink, pouty, lush lips are just too much and Matt just leans down and captures Phil's lips into a kiss and isn't shocked when he doesn't feel Phil moving but the taste of Phil—of too much candy and the still faint taste of the Pepsi he'd drank throughout the flight and just as Matt moves off, he hears a whimper slip from Phil's throat. "Don't touch me…"

Phil steps back and this causes Matt to stare in shock as he tries to grab a hold of Phil's wrist before he falls down because of his imbalance and Phil rips his hand away from Matt all too suddenly, causing himself to fall down roughly onto the floor but his eyes are still horrifyingly pouring into Matt's hard brown eyes as he leans down to help the young ravenette from his place.

"Phil-"

"Don't hurt me. Don't touch me."

Matt doesn't know why Phil's acting this way as he watches Phil stand up and wipe his clothing, droplets of hot liquid running down Phil's face as he starts to hyperventilate and just as Matt moves towards him, Phil runs off into his house, where he feels safe, his home, his haven and Matt just watches, knowing that he'd warned Phil's mother about all of this, he just hopes that everything pans out well.

Matt leaves the site.

Unable to accept the fact that he might never see Phil again…

"I'm sorry, Phil."

For what?

Indulging in that one simple kiss?

Matt nods his head to himself, trying to think that it's all too wrong and just as he stops towards a pole, he licks his lips once more to realize that the taste of Phil's mouth is still mixed in with his saliva, at the back of his throat and very faint. He's always tasted the same, just a little bit more sugary and sweet. Perfection at its best. Always.

"I don't deserve him…"


Philip "Phil" Brooks

The needle are so scary.

But I just pushed the needle up my arm.

I has an addiction.

To 'heroin'.

What are that…?

I don't know.

I sat down onto my bed, thinking thoughts that doesn't really mean anything but I don't know why I do this. These things just come in my head and they're really, really—strong? I don't know. Strong thoughts.

Pain?

Lots of pain.

'You deserve it.'

In my mind.

It all seems clear.


"Phil?"

It's the first time I've heard my Mommy in a long time.

It's what I convince myself.

I stared at her and I doesn't say anything as she cooked and I just sat down in my too tall body but I'm just growing up faster, right? I can show them all up and-and—why am I so sad?

I feel so sad.

I don't know why.

It's freaky. It's strange.

I—

I don't understand anything.

I'm so sad.

Please, something make me happy again.

"Phil?" she said my name again.

I look at her and I try to smile but I can't and I know I look sad. I just do. "Hmm?"

"Do you need to lie down or anything? You don't look very healthy." Mommy used a big word.

Who is 'healthy'?

Is it a person? A place?

"Are you feeling okay? Are you sick?" she kept on asking too many questions and I stared at her with no words. It's like I'm not supposed to speak. I don't know why I feel this way. I just do. I don't know why I act this way. I just do.

"I'm not sick." I put my hand on my head. No fever. Nothing. All cold. Very cold. I wasn't sick. I can't be! I stare at her, just staring and I don't know why I stare so much when I'm not looking at him. I don't know what it's called (1).

I'm tired.

So tired.

Is this normal…?

I'm sure it's normal.

It's normal. Right?


(1) What Punkers is describing is when you look at a person, stare for a long time and you don't even notice that they're there just because your thoughts are overwhelming you. M'kay?

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X Sam.