A/N *WARNING* extra depressing thoughts and wall punching i guess. Wow, this is literally the worst warning like ever lmao
all daniel could do was scream, so that's what he did. He screamed until his lungs started to ache and felt like someone was putting a knife down his throat. Everything he saw was blurry from the hot tears running down his face.
He punched the nearest wall, and didn't stop even though he felt the hot blood run down his now bruised knuckles.
why me? it's always fucking me.
Fuck Cole, Fuck Corbyn, fuck Jack, fuck everyone.
Daniel got a feeling of satisfaction the moment his hand went through the wall, but the feeling was soon replaced by the aching of his chest.
He grabbed his phone, and did the only thing he could think of.
calling mum
ring
ring
ring
ring
ring
this is voicemail, I'm not at the phone right now-
Daniel screamed again, he was falling apart and even his mom didn't have time to talk to him, and tell him that he was gonna be okay, just like any other mother would
Daniel slid down against the wall, and cried. He just cried, and cried, and cried. Until he couldn't cry anymore.
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i hate this chapter with burning passion ): it just sucks tbh. But I guess it's kinda important for the storyline.
also this hurt like hell to write
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Fanfiction₍🕊₎ ..⃗. ꒰ 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐘𝐍 ꒱ in which daniel tweets a pickup line @corbynbesson at 3:41 am, not expecting to get a tweet back. started: february 2nd 2019 completed: may 15th 2019 all rights reserved. © ildorbyn
