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On a disheartened, frigid morning, I saunter- or rather stumble- through the virile corridor I once walked through with slipshod ease. Burning in my once bright, curious eyes- an undying compulsion to hide, a craving to leave. A drive that opened my eyes to a twisted new reality I had to pass by in order to reach my goals, my hopes and my dreams. The tension that hung in the air weighed me down and pushed me to crawl on my last ounce of confidence I held daintily in my aspiring mind, and while I knew I've made it this far, it gets ever more callous and bitter with each passing day.
A bleak light shines at the end of my path, a ray unfortunately deterred by the ever-growing dismay nurtured by the people surrounding me. I get closer, they thrust me away, and when I stray from the trail, I become lost in my own delusions, unaware of the endless sea of terrors that surrounds me.
The tape and glue that holds my breaks together won’t hold up for much longer. It seems like my entire life is an ever-ticking time bomb, and it’s like I've become mesmerized by its rhythmic, repetitive beat.
One more word and I’m done for.
Give me release.
A bleak light shines at the end of my path, a ray unfortunately deterred by the ever-growing dismay nurtured by the people surrounding me. I get closer, they thrust me away, and when I stray from the trail, I become lost in my own delusions, unaware of the endless sea of terrors that surrounds me.
The tape and glue that holds my breaks together won’t hold up for much longer. It seems like my entire life is an ever-ticking time bomb, and it’s like I've become mesmerized by its rhythmic, repetitive beat.
One more word and I’m done for.
Give me release.
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Phan: Bully Me [Part 20]
Sprinting through the pouring rain, Dan made it to his house breathless as he slammed the door behind him, doubling over while he gulped down air.
"Dan, is that you?" his mother called from the living room and he managed to wheeze out a yes, running up the stairs and to his room so he could avoid further questioning.
He collapsed upon his bed before realizing something was clutching in his hand. Looking over and opening up the wet plastic bag, his breath caught upon seeing the dark material of a shirt inside.
Sitting up, he took the fabric out of the bag and held it up before him, admiring the design before feeling a tear run down his chee
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Phan: It Means Nothing [Part 15]
His arms were draped around him, holding him close, so close he could smell the scent of raspberry from his shower gel on his pale skin. He traced his fingers along his chest, around his nipples, curling his chest hair beneath his fingertips. He could see his eyes moving beneath his closed lids, his lashes brushing his lightly blushing cheeks. Dan reached up to trace his index finger along Phil's bottom lip, parting them as his hot breath brushed Dan's forehead.
Dan felt his lips move under his fingertips as Phil murmured groggily, "What are you doing Dan?"
"Nothing," came his soft reply and he reached up in the other's embrace to kiss him,
Literature
Phan - Cemetery Drive. [1]
Title: Cemetery Drive.
Author: ~Gerards21Guns
Pairing: Phan
Genre: Angst.
Rating: 12+? idk.
Warnings: Violence. Drug Use. Self Harm. Child Abuse. Possible Character Death (Haven't decided yet)
Disclaimer: I do not own Dan nor Phil and none of this ever happened in real life.
Author's Note: this series is going to be short and heartbreaking. the plot moves really fast so keep up.
Dan's POV
My life in Longview only properly started when I was 14. Frankie was 11 and my younger sister Eleanor was 6. Mum called her Ellie but she wanted me to call her Eleanor. I was home schooled for 4 years because Mum didn't like the schools in our area, b
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