Some Heroes Wear Headphones (Deadlox x Reader fanfic) (Discontinued)

Chapter 1: Highschool

Your P.O.V.

(Y/N being your name.)

"No, no, no, oh my God no." I pulled violently at my thick fire colored hair. Today was the first day of Highschool, and I was already going to be late. I silently groaned, knowing that I only have twenty minutes to get completely ready.

I ran through the empty doorways of my house, quietly praying that my father wasn't home. I finally settled with one simple band T-shirt. I pulled it over my head, adjusting a silver studded belt loosely around my waist.

I grabbed a pair of ripped black jeans, it had rips from the bottom of my calf, up to at least half way up my thigh. I looked around, digging through my piles of clothing, I didn't exactly have dressers. At last I discovered beneath all my shorts, a simple black beanie.

I dug around, and found my black and red headphones, they have little circles on the sides of the speakers that glow red when my music plays.

I grabbed my thin black hoodie, pulling it around me. It was the only hoodie I had, and its even worse since, its the middle of winter.

Ever since my mother left me and my father, I had never owned a proper coat. I would see girls outside in the snow, with those simple tan coats, and I was always jealous.

I remember my Dad went on a three day long business trip, so that meant three beating-free days. I went to walk around my small town, looking through the huge windows of all the large stores, filled with awestriking coats and sweaters.

I looked through the window of one of the immensely expensive stores, and saw a delicately detailed short black tail coat. I loved it. But of course my father won't buy it for me, the only thing I ever get from him is a day to day beating.

When he finally came home that night, he grabbed me by a large chunk of my fiery red hair, pulling my face close to him.

I could smell the strong odor of whiskey lingering in his breath. He told me never to go outside, not even if the house was under explosive threat.

He made his point clear, and threw my head at the brick walls our house was made of. I sat there next to the wall, and silently sobbed and whimpered, and I blacked out when I felt my hair, and pulled my hand away to see it covered in crimson.

I snapped myself out of my flashback, and dug around for my phone. I finally found it, and shoved it into my back jeans pocket. I felt hot tears run down my face, feeling the large bruise on my side. I pressed slightly too hard and winced with a silent whimper.

"...Crap." I felt my eyes, and saw that I had completely smudged my mascara.

I ran to the bathroom, and applied several layers of mascara and eyeliner.

I jabbed my hands quickly into my side pockets, and started the long, cold walk to my new highschool.

I finally made it to the entrance of the school, and was taken back by the huge campus grounds. I walked quietly past intimidating jocks, as they eyed me down with an evil ice cold glare.

I came to the front reception desk, awaiting someone to ask about my schedule. An old looking woman with her hair in a tight bun on the back of her thin head, finally came to the front desk.

She was about to ask me a question when she looked down, and vigorously organized the pencils and pens in the cheap plastic pencil holders settled in front of her.

I looked around awkwardly, as she stabbed the utensils back in their places."Ahem..." I managed, as I cleared my throat. She looked up and smiled, but it was one of those 'They pay me to smile' grins.