Phil's POV
I felt the panic in my chest as the worst memories reoccured over and over again. I couldn't breathe.
"Phil you are worthless."
A sharp pain went across my cheek.
"Please. I'm sorry."
"You deserve to die!!!"

I woke up screaming. I couldn't stop crying. I felt Dan shuffle. I got up and left the room. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I ran out the front door and ran down the road. I felt my tears fly off my face as I let my feet run faster than my heart.

I tripped over my own feet.
"Hey..." the voice I had come to fear came out of the dark abyss I was running in.
I felt him grab my arm tightly.
"You know better than to be out after dark." He spoke.
"Listen un-"
"You call me Peter."
"Fine..Peter leave me alone..please."
Peter slapped me across the cheek. I felt the familiar sting.
"You are nothing but trouble, and you know it!" He grabbed me by my shirt and held me up in the air.

My head felt lighter than ever before. I didn't want to pass out. I couldn't breathe.
"L....le...let me go." I muttered. The air that left my lips felt like my last.
"PHIL!!!" Dan screamed from across the street. He was no where in sight but that was enough for Peter to run.
He let me go and ran away from Dams voice which got louder.

I was hyperventilating, curled up on the sidewalk next to the road I was running down.

It all was screaming in my head.

His voice
The way he words things
His cruel hands.

Next thing you know Dan had his arms around me. He was breathing about as fast as I was.
"Phil you had me worried sick!"
"D..dan I'm.." I spoke before just bawling.
Dan rubbed my back.
"Phil let's go home." He spoke gently.

I let myself stand up, falling limp in his arms afterwards. Dan kept his grip firm around me, and I felt safe.

"Phil, it's gonna be ok. I got you now." He spoke. I felt my feet leave the ground as he held me in his arms.

I let my eyes close and I didn't think about anything, because I didn't want to remember the man I could never forget.

A/N Stuff went down.