Phan One Shots

Wash My Mouth Out With Soap.

Hey guys, this is the first one shot hope you like it.

Trigger warning(s) : Depression, Mute, self harm, bullies, Anxiety

Summery
Dan is a mute that gets bullied by Phil Lester. But what happens when Dan finally talks back to him. Does he smile at himself for him doing that or run back home and washes his mouth out with soap

For a punishment of corse.
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Dans POV.

I walk into the hell also known as school and walks tight into my locker. I do the combination in my locker before opening it up and grabbing the books for my first class.

English.

And it wouldn't be a bad fucking lesson if it wasn't for my bully sitting right next to me. His name is Phil Lester. The poultry. The guy that everyone is afraid of. He's made me sad... Depressed. Mute.

I sigh as I shut my locker quite forcefully and walk up to the English block before opening the door to my English room and sitting down. I grab my sketch book out and a pen before doodling random things on the page.

My heart stops when he walks into the room.

My palms immediately grew sweaty as he smiles sickly at em and sits down. "Hello faggot." He says and I sigh. Here we go again.

I don't reply. I can't reply. I'm mute. He made me this way. A weird freak that doesn't speak and where's all black to try and get unnoticed. It never works though.

I just keep drawing in my sketch book and he suddenly grabs it from me. My eyes widen as I try and get it back. "The faggot is touching me! Ewwww!" He says and I immediately pull away. To scared that he has grabbed peoples attention. But my darkest secrets are in that sketchbook.

I normally say things in pictures then words. I never chose to Be mute. People made me mute. They called my voice gay. Weird. Disgusting, just like I am. I see that the teacher hasn't arrived and I know exactly what he is going to do. He gets up and stands on the teachers desk.

Anything to humiliate me right.

I look at him with pleading eyes but he just smiled sinisterly at em before grabbing people attention. "GUYS, LOOK IVE GOT THE MUTES SKETCH BOOK" he shouts grabbing everyone's attention. His friends all snicker and look at me as I bow my head in shame.

"What's in it?"

"Bet he's drawn dicks."

"He's fucking disgusting."

All the words enter my hears and flow straight down to my heart as I feel them burning into me. I push my sleeves down past my finger tips and grab the hem. I look up through my eyelashes, too scared to look up properly at him.

He flickers through the page and I see his eyes slowly widen in shock as he stops on one of the pages, I can see what it is just from here. It's a person slicing there wrist open with a. Blade and a mini pool of blood surrounded there feet as they are screaming silently. The person in the picture.

Is me.

"Show us Lester! We haven't got all day." Someone shouts and he quickly fliers over to the next page which just showed a dark sun set and showed it to the class. I sigh in relief as he at least had the decency to not show them the picture before.