Soggy-Pancakes

Phil's P.O.V. "I still hear them, you know. I know they're here. Watching me. Judging me. They haven't left me alone. Mother. Father. Please, stop. I beg. It was an accident, I meant no harm. Journal. Journal, please help me. Why won't anyone help me. Somebody. Tulips don't last forever. Neither do Secrets though..." I slammed my journal shut, throwing my pen across the room in frustration. Visions of my parent's death rushed through my mind. The gore. The screams. The hatred. I closed my eyes, trying to stop the flashbacks. And they did. Just as soon as the memories had started, they stopped. I sat back in my chair, reaching an arm o

   He was quiet, submissive, subdued, and shy. A nice boy, yes, but nobody liked him long enough to know, they didn't know his secret. Once they found out. knew it, he was left.    Alone.    Again.    right now he was sitting quietly in the parking lot of the school. His black fringed hair covered his face, hiding the invisible cracks of him falling apart. He could see the cracks and breaks, but nobody else could. His reflection on mirrors never lasted over a heartbeat, for he scurried away to the nearest shadow. Shadows cut out on the wall, two. They haunted him, staying on his bedroom wall.    Their last standing place.    He was a