"Dan, I'm in love with you. I've always have been, always will be." Phil said, locking eyes with mine. "P-Phil.." I managed to choke between sobs. "You're lying! You bully me… you've always hated me." Phil turned away, showing an interest in his footwear. "I'm not lying.. Dan." I felt his lips on mine, kissing me passionately. I slowly kissed back, begging for entrance. He allowed my tongue inside and our tongues danced together. "I want you, Dan.." Phil mumbled against my lips, kissing me again roughly this time.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. '7:00' it read on the clock. I turned it off and slowly got out of bed. That dream… it seemed so real. But that wasn't the Phil I knew, he would never fall in love with me. His hatred for me grew stronger every single day. I sighed and went to jump in the shower. 7 minutes later, I dried myself off and got dressed. Another day at that hell everyone calls 'school'. I walked down the stairs, only to see nobody was home.

Mum probably already headed to work. Dad.. well.. he's never home. He only comes home to see Mum, never me. He never looked at me, never even called me by my name. He probably forgot my name, he only calls me 'boy' now. 2 months ago, I sat my parents next to me to share some important news I didn't know if they'd take it well.

"Mum, Dad, I'm gay." I said slowly, prepared to be yelled at, kicked out, or beaten. "Oh, well, that's your choice. If you're happy, I'm happy." My mum said, grabbing my hand tightly, giving me a understanding smile. I looked at my dad; he was emotionless. He did nothing; he just got up and left the house.

My dad hasn't talked to me much after that. He would always be working late, or at some bar getting wasted. I got to the kitchen, opening the fridge. I rarely ate, but I did it for my mum. She was really worried when my weight dropped to 115 and you could see my ribs poking out of my flesh. I only ate one meal a day now. I wasn't really hungry right now, so I closed the fridge. I got my school bag, threw it over my shoulder and walked to school.

The school wasn't that far from my house, but Phil Lester lived close by my house; I see him every morning. He had his own little group but he wasn't the leader. A handsome guy named PJ was the leader; he had bright green eyes and brown curly hair. I must admit, I had a little crush on him last school year. But that was before he became the leader of that group. I used to be best friends with his now-best-friend, Chris, also part of the group. PJ took everyone who I labeled as 'friends'. Now, I have nobody & PJ knows that.

"Look at this faggot."