(Phan) The Angel With A Black Heart.

Die

"You don't fucking mess with me.." I say, stomping on his ribs.
"No! Stop! You're hurting me!"
"That's the point, jackass!" I say, spitting in his mouth and stabbing his leg with an ink pen I had in my pocket.
"Ow!! I'm in agony!!"
"Good!" I say, kicking his side.
"Dan!" Phil yells from behind me.
My face loses it's colour, why was Phil here?
I stop hurting this poor boy.
I examine the damage I've done to him as he cries in pain.
"What have I done?.." I say, letting tears run down my cheeks.
"Dan!!" Phil yells, running to me.
"Why have you done this?" He says, holding my arm.
"I-I.."
"All he's done is remove your tattoos?"
"He insulted me!"
"Dan, I thought you've changed?"
"I.. I.."
"Look, Dan. I'm tired of protecting you.."
"Phil.. I'm sorry.."
"You say that every time. You've hurt at least 5 people today.."
"I can't help it!"
"Neither can I.." He says, walking away.
"Phil! Phil!" I yell, running after him.
"No, Dan. I don't want to be friends with you anymore. I'm tired of apologizing to people for your terrible crimes." Phil says, darting to his car.
"How am I gonna get home?!" I yell.
"Walk. Go to the building, get a new apartment. Come get your stuff first."
"Phil!!!" I yell.
He drives away swiftly.
I sit on the pavement.
I cry softly. I look at the boy in agony, then call the ambulance.
Soon after, they take him away.
The doctors asked me no questions, just picked him up.
"I'm alone.. Again..." I say to myself.
I turn on The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance
I sit against a brick wall, close my eyes, until the music envelopes around my brain.
When I was.. A young boy.. My father.. Took me to the city.. To see a marching band..
"Hello, boy?" A woman says to me.
I keep my eyes close, groan in irritation as she interrupts my music. I ignore the annoying woman.
"Boy? Are you alright? Are you homeless?" The woman whines.
I throw a rock at her, hitting her in the shin.
She falls in pain and cries. So I decide to go ahead to the apartment building.
I walk on the pavement, my hands in my pockets, and music melting into my soul.

I finally end up at the building, staring into the window of my former apartment.
I throw pebbles at the window, trying to get Phil's attention.
He opens the window. "Dan?"
"Yeah. You got my stuff?"
"Yeah, man. Just come in."

I walk in the apartment building and walk to the top floor, where my former apartment is.
I unlock the door with my key.
"Hey, Phil! I'm here!" I call to Phil.
"Just grab your stuff and go!" He calls back.
I grab my stuff and go to the front of the building to buy my new apartment.

I walk into my new apartment. I don't get the magical feeling I got when I got the apartment with Phil. This apartment is.. Empty and lonely feeling. It's somewhat.. Depressing.
I drop my stuff onto the ground.
I keep thinking of Phil..
I do love him.. But he doesn't love me..
Why doesn't he love me?
If he hated the way I was, why did he pretend to be my friend?
I was such a fool.
Wait.
I can't just jump to conclusions. I have to go talk to him for myself.
No matter how much he hates me, I deserve an explanation.

Knock knock
"One moment!" Phil shouts.
I roll my eyes. I tap my foot impatiently.
He finally opens the door.
"Ugh. Hello, Dan. Need something?" Phil says, rolling his eyes.
"May I come in?"
"No. Just talk." He says, with an angry face.
"I deserve some explanations, Phil!" I shout.
"Don't make a scene."
"Then let me come inside!"
"Okay, fine. Come in."

I walk inside, looking at the familiar home.
"What is it, Dan?"
"I deserve explanations."
"What is there to explain? I told you we weren't friends."
"Why not?"
"I told you already. I'm tired of you being me mean to people and me being responsible for covering for you."
"I'm sorry!"
"Well, I thought you've changed. I was obviously wrong."
"No! I have.. Issues.."
"Well. Work it out for yourself. I'm tired of being responsible for them."
"I thought you were there for me! I thought you'd help me! I thought you were my best friend! ...I thought you loved me..."
He pauses.
"I never said that.." He mumbles.
"Yes you did! Twice, actually!" I spat at him.
"Twice? No." He frowns.
"Yes! When we hugged and when you slept in my bed!!" I shout.
"I remember the hug part, but I did not tell you that when I was in your bed."
"Well, you did. You grabbed me. You held my sides. You grabbed my bum."
A flash of pink spreads across his cheeks.
"Yeah, you remember now?"
"Mhm.. Well, I was tired!" He snaps.
"That doesn't matter. Why did you kick me out? This is my home, too!"
"I can't handle you! You give me so much trouble!"
"How?! Why?!"
"You're so mean and violent! Why can't you just be good?!"
"I try! I just have emotional issues!"
"You can't always use that as an excuse!!"
"Why not?!"
"You need to learn C-O-N-T-R-O-L!!"
"Then help me!"
"How?!"
"Love me again!"
"I do love you!!!"
I smashed my pierced lips onto his soft, innocent feeling, lips.
He stays limp as I continue kissing him.
I pull his shoulders towards me,
He finally eases into the kiss, holding my waist.
He pulls my lip ring softly with his teeth.
I pull away.
"So.. Am I forgiven?"
"You're lucky you're cute..." He mumbles.
"So.."
He hugs me tightly. "Yes."
"Awe, again, thank you, Phil. I still can never thank you enough."
"That doesn't mean I'll let you move back in.." He says, pulling away.
"Ugh, why not?"
"That doesn't means we're friends, either."
"Come on!!"
"I'm sorry, I just think we need a break."
"Why?.."
"You still have issues I can't deal with.. We'll find each other again! You're my neighbor!" He giggles.
I storm out, slamming the door behind me.
"Dan!" He yells.

I sit on my carpet.. Texting my fans in Twitter, letting them know I won't be doing collabs with Phil anymore..
I search Phil's username.
He's blocked me.
Ugh, why does he hate me?! He said he forgave me! Why do we need a break?!
I wish I wasn't born.
I wish I didn't exist.
I wish I could just..
Die.
And..
That's what I'll do..
I'll just..
Die.
That's what Phil wants..