Two Versus Danger.

+ Adam +

!! Trigger Warning !! Adam's mental well-being gets worse from here with bullying.

If you are struggling with bullying, please seek help. People are always there for you, even if you aren't aware of it ❤️.

!! Trigger Warning !! Gore after the flashback near the end.

I had gotten at least 10 messages when I woke up; it wasn't pleasant, to say the least, as well as my alarm blaring at me. I couldn't catch a break nowadays. I swear to whoever's up there. All the messages were just about if I had woken up or if I had jumped off a cliff like Snork did, not my words... his. Sending him a message back that I was alive and wondered if I should send a sadly at the end because I did hate my school.

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YĪKÀO : You're going to be late for the train if you sleep in any longer. I'll walk to yours so I can legally drag you out of bed.

ADAM : I'd prefer if you didn't, ty.

YĪKÀO : then hurry up??

ADAM : Fine I'm getting out of bed now. Omw soon.
(Yīkào reacted with a '👍')

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Reluctantly, I now had to get out of bed, chucking my books off my bed and into my semi-neat folded clothes that were upon many other semi-ruined clothes. I turned into a mess when we hit high school, the bullying got worse, and the experimentation drills became a routine more than a once-a-week thing. People had died in Yīkào's school because of those drills; some of them were his friends, and he was a tad sad after that, but he held his shit, surprisingly.

I heard my mom yell up to me after a while, bewildered about why I was still in bed at 7:30 AM; I should've left by now. "Boy! Get down here now, you're going to be late for the train!" Sometimes I despised my mom, but there was nothing I could do about that.

"I'll be down in a second! Just give me two!" I yelled back at her and expected a response, but there was nothing but the air conditioning on. I groaned in annoyance and tiredness before slumping towards the bathroom to do my other things.

I still looked shit, and there was no way anyone would like a person like me. It looked like shit. How Yīkào liked me, I still found it hard, since when I was a kid everyone loved me and wanted to be my friend, but then they all went sparsely and were swept away by other popular or corrupt groups, leaving me all alone with a Lower Fraction Friend. I was nicknamed as many different things. Most of them were based on my looks, supposed sexuality, my only friend, and guess what? I never stood up for myself... I let Yīkào do that... I'd given up on fighting.

I brushed my teeth as slowly as I could before making sure I was neat-looking and wouldn't be made fun of because of them. I knew I was going to get made fun of either way. Spitting out what I need to before slumping downstairs without looking up and just getting my shoes on.

"You alright, kid?" said my dad, the only good thing that has happened so far.

"I'm fine, just tired and need to get to Yīkào." I just needed to do one thing right in my life.

"Do you want me to make your lunch for today?"

"No thanks, I'll just buy something at the cafeteria, but thank you for the offer." I finally got my shoes on and went to the cupboard to get out my ocarina. I've been learning it with Yīkào ever since he gave it to me.

It was special to me, and I told myself to keep it safe forever and ever. I have proven myself right; I just hoped that I didn't screw it up another day. I got my coat on before putting my bag on and making sure that there wasn't a crease before expecting to be berated by my mom, which I was.