Phil's POV

It was after school was over. I was standing there, my gaze locked on the door. What was I going to do? Was I going to go out there? And if, what then? Where should I go? Obviously I couldn't go "home" now....

I felt a sudden wave of fear hit me. I wasn't able to handle any of this. Why was everything my fault?

A pain started to grow in my stomach, spreading to my head and from there into my whole body. My legs grew weak, my arms unable to lighten my fall, my eyes closed shutting the light off. I was where I belonged, on the ground, in the dirt. I should be begging for help now.

But then suddenly someone lifted me into a sitting position. They then pulled me into a tight hug. The smell indicated it was a boy. I got the strength to reopen my eyes. And I was right, yes it was a boy.

"Why does no one want me." I asked more to myself than him. "Why is everything my fault? Why am I responsible for everything?" I felt the tears starting to flow down my face. The tears turning into sobbing. The sobbing turning into crying. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong?" I cried.

The whole time the guy simply held me. The whole time he just listened. The whole time his hand would rub my back, after he pulled me closer, so that I was sobbing into his chest. He calmed my crying down to sobbing and my sobbing down to a few warm tears flowing down my face.

"Where am I supposed to go now? What am I supposed to do?" I asked. I still didn't ask him. He was just there, something that supported me, when nothing else did. "I can't go home, my mom kicked me out and I don't want to go to my dad, he's always so loud." I whispered. If we weren't this close, he wouldn't have understood.

"You can come with me." He offered. His hand was still stroking my back. "I don't care what happened to you, you can sleep at my house until you figure something out, ok." He parted our bodies enough to let me be able to look into his eyes but still remain fairly close. I just nodded my head, avoiding his gaze. At least I could now sleep somewhere.