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"Sit down, Phillip." His father's gruff voice ordered, and Phil sat down. He sat on the sofa across from his mother, who was sobbing in the reclining armchair, with his father behind her. His hands were clenched into the back of it, and he had that look on his face. The one that told Phil they had had a fight, a rather large one, judging by the no-nonsense look on his face.

"What's happened?" Phil asked quietly, dread lacing his voice as his mother began sobbing more violently. Normally, he'd expect his dad to comfort her in some kind of way, like put his hand on her shoulder or something, but he didn't. And that scared Phil again. It must have been a really big fight, the pavement is getting closer, closer.

"Your mother, this morning, tried to convince me to change my mind about boarding school. She tried to convince me not to make you go at all. She said it would just make matters worse. Well, I've decided you are going. Five friends or not. I will not tolerate your nonsense anymore! You will find yourself a girlfriend, and you will be happy. Understand me?" His father asked, his voice getting louder and louder with each word. The tone suggested that his mother had already tried everything to change his mind, and clearly it hadn't worked. She'd only made matters worse.

Phil could clearly see the pavement now, he could see the cracks, could see all the little details. "What?!" He yelled back, standing up with balled fists at his sides. "No! No that's not fair! I'm making friends, I'm becoming happy! You can't do this! Not now!" He screamed, feeling all his anger at his dad bubbling up inside him, it was horrible. He couldn't leave Dan! He couldn't get a new girlfriend! He'd do anything to stay! "Please dad! Please give me a chance to just-"

"NO!" His father boomed, his face turning a dark red and Phil could see the familiar glint in his eyes. "I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS ANYMORE! YOU ARE GOING AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO!" Before Phil had any time to react, to run away, his father advanced on him, and smacked him with the back of his hand, across his face. "YOU WILL BE NORMAL! YOU WILL! I WILL MAKE YOU NORMAL!" He screamed, and the hits came hard. Phil sobbed and begged and screamed, but it was no good. His father would never understand. He'd have to start buying makeup again, to hide the bruises, and he'd wear long sleeves because he could feel his wrists burning, with the only thought on his mind that there was three razors that his mother never found.

"Please! Please I am normal!" Phil screeched, sinking to the floor and trying to crawl away, but his father grabbed his ankles and forcefully pulled him back. His face, his arms, chest, stomach, legs, wherever his father could reach, he'd hit. Phil would struggle, but there'd be a blow to his temple and his vision would go blurry. His limbs wouldn't work properly, and the last thing he saw was his mother, rocking back and forth, praying to the lord and sobbing hysterically, before everything went dark.

When he woke, he was in his bed, He couldn't move without it causing pain, and his head was pounding so loud he couldn't think. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling as he wiggled his toes and sighed. He'd be bulking up in summer, and wearing makeup even though he was a boy. He was suspended in mid-air now, undecided whether he was going to hit or not. If he could move, he could reach out and touch the cool concrete, he could map out the patterns with his fingers. He was an inch away, which was so close to dying, it was like he was dead anyway, but he could still be saved, at the very last minute.

All he needed to hit was to get his legs to work, so he could stumble to his door and slide out the razor with shaky fingers. One slash across the neck should do it, just one more cut and he'd finally hit. He could move his feet now. He might even prick his fingers while he's fumbling, isn't that nice? He could bend his knees. A bit of pain before death is always nice, isn't it? His legs slide out of the covers, his feet land on the cool wood. He hadn't even noticed that it was night time yet, maybe he could stand at the window, the sky would be a nice, final image. He stands, and almost falls over at first. Dan's face would be a nice final image, too. He's walking, at the doorframe. But then, if he saw Dan then he'd be caught, wouldn't he? His fingers fumble with the door hinges, his secret hiding spot. He could never be sad facing Dan. He has the blade, he's rising it up.

Goodbye, my love.

*Ring Ring!*

It was Dan's obnoxious ringtone, and Phil dropped the blade in horror. What was he doing? He'd been slowly edging towards the pavement, hadn't he? He was so close, his nose was almost touching, and his hair was falling in his face, the tips touching the concrete. He stepped away from where the blade fell, and looked away. If he couldn't see it, then he couldn't be tempted by it.

He took a few more steps back, before he grabbed his phone off his desk and answered it with shaky fingers. "H-hello? D-Dan?" He asked into the phone, his voice unbelievably quiet and raspy. His father must have gotten his throat, too.

"Phil?" Dan's sweet voice replies. "Oh thank god you're okay." Phil's headache started to ebb away. Dan's voice was like silk, so gentle even when laced with concern. "I was so worried, I mean its almost midnight and I sent about a hundred texts and called like a million times so I thought something big must have happened and-" Dan cut himself off, sighing. "Sorry, it was probably nothing right? Left your phone somewhere right? God I'm such an over-thinker." Dan mumbled, clearly embarrassed that he'd rambled and sad because he thought he was an idiot.

God, Phil'd give anything to be able to tell Dan what really happened, but he couldn't. Dan would freak, he'd call the police on his dad and there'd be an investigation and all sorts of things he just couldn't deal with at that moment. "Yeah, sorry. I had my phone on silent so I could talk to my dad and then I just kind of forgot." He lied nervously, playing with the hem of his shirt and hoping Dan would believe it, and if not, then at least ignore the lie.

"O...Kay..." Dan replied slowly into the phone, and Phil could practically see him frowning. Well, he was glad that Dan chose to ignore the lie, because he didn't know what he'd do if Dan called him out on it. "So... What did your dad want to talk to you about? What was so important?" He asked kind of hesitantly, making Phil bite his lip. "I mean was it really important? You sounded kinda stressed so I was worried something really bad might have happened." Dan rambled again, and Phil could almost see the pink tinge to his cheeks.

Phil really couldn't lie in this situation, because 1: Dan would definitely call him out on it, and ask what the hell was going on. He'd probably even come over! And 2: This really was important, and it involved Dan quite a bit, so there was no getting around it. "Dad's sending me to boarding school. No question or doubt. Apparently my mum tried to convince him not to make me go and it backfired. He got pretty angry and stuff." Phil mumbled, sighing as he heard Dan gasp and it sounded like he threw something.

"But that's not fair!" Dan yelled, making Phil wince as he held his phone a little away from his ear. "You were supposed to have time! We were going to fix this! You can't just go to boarding school and leave me here! Its so not fair!" Phil could hear Dan's voice shaking before he started to sob and he sighed. He didn't want this to happen either, but it was. And he just had to deal with it.

"Calm down Dan. I know its not fair, believe me. But... He has the right intentions at least. He just wants me to be normal..." Phil sighed, realising that he didn't hate his dad at all. He loved his dad, really, but he hit Phil and he yelled and called him abnormal. He took him away from Dan. That wasn't okay by any means, but he just couldn't bring himself to hate his dad. After all, without the man he wouldn't be alive, he wouldn't have a home, he wouldn't have anything at all. He'd be nothing.

"I don't care!" Dan sobbed. "I don't fucking care Phil he can't do this to you! He didn't even give you a fucking chance! He just decided to fucking ship you off to some boarding school because he thinks you need to be fixed, and he can't be fucked to do it!" He continued yelling, making Phil wince at every swear word, and continue to hold his phone a reasonable distance from his ear.

"Stop swearing..." He mumbled. "And stop yelling, too, I think I'm going deaf in one ear." Phil sighed, still playing with the hem of his shirt as he thought about what he was going to say. "Look Dan, there's nothing we can do. Seriously, my dad's mind is definitely not going to change. I might as well accept I'm going and start packing my bags." It was funny how Dan was thinking exactly how he was, constantly. They seemed to be in sync. Sometimes it kind of scared Phil, sometimes he thought it was a bit annoying or weird, and sometimes he just thought it was cool. This time it was kind of annoying, because it didn't really help him, it just made him think bad of his father.

"But I don't want you to leave..." Dan sighed, sniffing. Phil felt bad for making Dan cry, really, he'd be crying too, if his emotions would just kick in. Talking to Dan always made him feel better, but he was so close to hitting and breaking his poor, fragile body, it was going to take a while to bring him back up.

"I know..." Phil whispered sadly, and the emotions started kicking in. He ended up talking to Dan for hours, about just anything they could really. He often found himself interrupting Dan accidentally and starting to giggle every time. Eventually, Dan said he was tired, and said he was going to bed so he could get some sleep. Phil followed suit, figuring it would be best to get as much rest as he could for his injuries as he said goodnight to Dan.

As Phil lay in his bed, cuddled under his duvet and snuggled into his pillows, he realised he was rising from the pavement. Slowly. Inch by Inch.

Dan had been having that effect on him lately.

He was in love, and Dan was slowly dragging him out of the grave he dug for himself.

But even if Dan kept pulling him up, he realised something as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

He'd still be bruised tomorrow, and Dan wouldn't always be there to pull.

I know, I know! Short and full of angst and plot development and and and.

Sorry. Full on week *sigh* me and my girlfriend broke up. Then we got back together (sorta) and a close friend of mine is having troubles with her girlfriend. Lot's of problems so I had to rush it so I could get it out on time. But! Nonetheless, I did get it done on time. Which means that weekly updates is definitely a thing.

Anyways, guess who's going to see Catching Fire at midnight tonight? (well tomorrow technically) THIS GIRL! ^_^ (And her girlfriend who lives in Croatia but let's not talk about that cus they're ten hours behind us) Yup c: soo excited cus I knew about the Hunger Games before it got all famous and stuff (The only bad thing about that is that you don't get the pretty book covers) Anyways I'm excited, what about you guys? Who's going at midnight and who got the premiere and don't forget about the fic!

(Jeeze long Author's Note, huh?)

Anyways bye guys! I'll see you after the movie, hmm? I'll record it for you's! (Joking joking. Gosh that's illegal and I'm a goody two shoes D: omg)

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