Phan One Shots

.He can not know.

This is what they both look like! XxX

This ones gunna be quite a sad one.

Trigger warnings: Depression, Self Harm, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, bullies,

Punk!Phil and Punk!Dan

Summery:
Phil is a kid that is trapped in a bubble of depression from bullies at school. Constantly beaten up because of the way he dresses. But what happens when his boy friend finds out?
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Phil's POV.

"What the fuck are you wearing today Lester." The guy pushed me into my locker, gripping the side of my shirt. "N-nothing out of the normal" I say and they all snicker at my pathetic words. "What, your fucking wearing eyeliner, that's not normal" the guy spits in my face and I cowered in fear as he smacked my mouth. "I'm sorry I'm sorry. Just don't hit my face. I can't let people knowing." I say and they just smirk and nod.

"Oh we will do everything to hurt you, other than your face, we don't want yo get caught now do we Philly." I flinch at the name calling and then I felt a punch straight to my stomach. I doubled over as some one elbowed my back to send me flying to the ground. "WORTHLESS SHIT!" The boys scream as they kick me endlessly. Me trying to make myself as small as possible but the pain never stops.

If it's either emotional or physical pain. It never stops.

With one final kick I was left there to think about what I have done to be wrong in this horrible world. Dan can never find out. He would kill them. I sit up, hissing at the pain and lean against the lockers. The empty halls surrounding me.

Dans lucky that he goes to a school that excepts him for who he is. I'm fucking stuck in this hell whole. For the next two years of my life. They have been tormenting me for so long now it's sinking in that I am a worthless cunt that doesn't deserve a place on this planet. I get told that every single day.

I stand up. Clenching my fists as my finger nails in grave tiny crescents on my skin as I tried to mask the pain that was spearing in chunks over my body. It hurts so badly. I sigh as I limp all the way to my forth lesson. English.

I enter the class room half an hour late. "Sorry sir, I forgot I had English today" I make up a lame excuse and sit down near the back.chewing on my lip ring. The teacher just nods and continues with the lesson. I don't know if I can handle this pain any more.

Sometimes you just want to end it you know. It hurts too much for me now. The blade is becoming the only thing that I trust. I trust Dan. But my blade knows a lot more about me then what Dan does.

So does the bottle of pills that I've stared at countless of times.

I really wish I could tell Dan but I know that he would kill who ever did this too me. He hasn't known about my depression for two years now. We started dating when we where both 15. And now I'm an 18 year old that goes to collage and gets beaten the crap out of because of what I wear.

I do miss meals now and then. But I could never loose weight. Dan would notice, he hugs me all the time and tell me I'm beautiful, but every one thinks I'm disgusting. Worthless. A freak.

And I am one, so why believe one when hundreds of others think I'm the opposite. I sigh silently and continue with the lesson until it was lunch time. I pick my bag up and go to the library but before I could go to the library I saw the three guys that bully me standing outside the English room.