chapter One: The discovered treatment.

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Blykes POV

I wake as usual and look at the clock showing 5:30. Afterwards I come out of my room, then I see John walking out of the bathroom with his uniform and backpack on.

'He's up early.' I thought.

Ever since he came back from suspension, there's always been a sttonger sense of unease around the dorm. Not the unease I already felt around the dorm, but it felt 5 times stronger than before.

"Um, hi?" John says.

"What, what is it?" I ask.

"You've been staring at me strangely for a while now." He said.

"Oh, I'm just tired right now." I tell him.

"Oh, okay." He said turning his head to the side.

John's a lot more calmer than before as well and we both decided to be more civil with each other to avoid conflict, but it always seems like he's not fully there. Like a part of him is asleep. Well, I don't think that he gets enough rest. When he does get some sleep, I hear crying, and harsh breathing, probably a nightmare. So he most likely acts that way because of lack of sleep.

I watch as John leaves without eating, then I get ready and head to school. I go to the safe house and see Remi and Isen. I talk to them until class begins and I go to my class.

As the students start to leave from the end of class I see John staring at his desk with a empty look and tears in his eyes. His fists were clenched as well.

I walk up to him and ask "What's wrong?"

I then look down at the desk and my heart stops. There's writing on his desk, there saying horrible things about him.

"If I were your parents, I would have sent you to a mental hospital"

"Play hang man in real life"

"Play Russian roulette with a full chamber"

"Play hop-scotch on the train tracks"

"Tyrant"

"Go dance on the edge of the roof"

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Who in their right mind would write stuff like this!?

I hear a whimper and look over to see John fully crying now and still not taking his eyes off his desk. I leave and grab some cleaning stuff, when I got back John was still in the same place but he was trying to get it off with wet tissue. I help him get the writing off his desk, after I helped him I ask with a low and sympathetic tone "Has this happened before?"

He replies "Yes, a bunch."

How in the hell did the teachers never notice!?

"How did the teachers not notice this!?" I ask, making a mental note to tell one of the teachers about this.

"I always manage to get it off before they see it." He responds, sounding exhausted.

"Well, not trying to be rude or anything but aren't you the king of Welston? Also you're strong as hell. Why don't you just beat them up or tell the teacher?" I ask. He never hesitated to use violence before. So why is he now?

"I don't want to spend my time on beating up random people I don't even know when they'll most likely just do it again. It's happened before, so why is this any different?" John says wiping the tears off his cheeks.

Is he serious right now!? Did they seriously do it again after getting their asses kicked by a high-tier?

"John, are you serious!? If they continue you need to tell someone!You're not leaving my sight today, understood?" I yell while grabbing him by the shoulders. John might not be in the right state of mind right now, I can't leave him alone in case he actually takes these comments seriously. Better safe then sorry.

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