My music was interrupted by dad barging into my room. I jumped up and yanked out my earbuds. "You lounging around again?" he slurred.
"Erm, yes sir but I'll be up now. What can I do for you?"
"You can go clean the house or I can lock you in the basement," he snarled cruelly.
I got up and started to head to the kitchen to clean it first, when he reached out and grabbed my shirt. "I wanna see my reflection on everything," he said, pushing me loose roughly.
I swallowed a lump in my throat. "Yes sir."
I walked into the kitchen and wet down a washcloth. Then I lathered a little bit of soap onto it and wiped down everything. I slowly cleaned, thinking about how much I hated my dad. No, how much I hated my life. My arms began to get shaky as negative thoughts took over my brain.
I'd honestly be better off dead, It's not like anybody needed me. Not dad, not mom, and not even Dan. Worthless, that's what I am. I smacked my rubber band onto my wrist as hard as I could and winced in pain. I continued my cleaning. I couldn't stop to do anything. I'd get to it later, believe me.
Author's note: Sorry for the extremely short chapter and the inactivity. I've been going through some stuff and hopefully I can be more active.
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FanfictionDan feels invisible at school, but he doesn't mind very much. He only has one friend, and feels lonely quite a bit, until a classmate named Phil begins to talk to him. Dan is confused on whether he has feelings for Phil. Phil's synesthesia confuses...
