Phil just looked at me for a long time, trying to figure me out, I'm guessing.

"How did someone like you end up in a place like this?" He asked, cocking his head to one side.
"I wanted to, um, die" I said a little awkwardly, trying to turn away from his gaze.
"why?" His voice cracked at the end but when I looked back he wasn't crying anymore.
"I don't know" I said trying to wrap my head around my issues "I've never really fit in anywhere but it's more then that too." I narrowed my eyebrows in thought. Was I here because of school? The application? My dad? All of those things and more actually "Maybe stress? My dad expects me to over achieve. I'm meant to be a lawyer, you know how boring law is? I'd much rather be the prime minister or the president!"
"The president? You're not American" Phils voice was still quiet but he was more cheerful, a smile was back on his face. "I'd be an amazing president don't lie you spork!" I laughed lightly
"okay" his voice was shaking with laughter now "of course you would."

"what about you?" I questioned as I finished my coffee
"huh?" Phil perked his head up and glanced at me "why are you here?" He looked away, he glanced at the floor then at the ceiling before finally turning back to me.
"We should be heading back now" he told me, rushing up onto his feet, wiping his jeans clean of dust"
"Oh... okay" I said awkwardly as he speed walked to the door and I had to jog to keep up with him.

He was hiding something, something big maybe. I mean I had just spread my heart out and emptied everyone of my problems to him and he wouldn't even tell me why he was here? Not even give me a clue?

We kept walking and I couldn't stop thinking about how much fun I had had with Phil, it was like he was a friend. But there was something wrong, I knew that from the start but I didn't think it would be so bad he shrugged off human touch and had marks up his arms!
I wanted to find out what he was hiding but I didn't want to pry... he'd tell me when and if he wants to.

Me and Phil got two bags of crisps from the cafe before we headed back to our room. We lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Neither of us sleeping, our breathing in sync.
"Phil?" I questioned into the darkness, the quietness of the room making my voice sound slightly louder than I had intended.
"Yeah?" He whispered back, his voice thick with emotion and extremely hesitant.
"We're friends now right?" I asked, feeling quiet awkward as I a did. Phil was silent, the air felt heavy. Like it was suffocating me, I felt heat rise in my cheeks. I made it too cringey, he would never want to be my friend now
Way to go Dan
"Yeah" he finally whispered "friends"

An: I started college last week and am getting counselling soon (decided it was about time I got my life sorted out) so updates will be slower than usual but will at least be weekly :)
- rach