Demons (Shaylor Fanfiction Book I)

Before the Curse

2 years ago

It a started with the hate.

The constant punching, kicking, and name calling.

A little fourteen year old boy, scared to go to school. Scared to be rejected, scared to try new things because he was told that different or being different is bad.

One day at school, I was walking down the long hallway, with blue lockers on each side, and all eyes on me. I keep my head down so I don't cause attention to myself. I stare at the white tile and I can hear exactly what they're saying.

That kid is such a loner

He's so pale that he's invisible

He is so ugly, I mean did his face get caught on fire because he looks deformed

He is so gay

It echoes through my ears as I walk down the hall, still staring at the tile, not watching where I was going. A few minutes later, I felt like I walked into a brick walk because I bumped into someone and fell to the ground.

"S-Sorry," I said looking at the person's shirt.

I can tell it was a boy because the shirt he was wearing was a Met jersey. It was blue with the Met logo. He picked me up by the shirt, I remember feeling a huge pain in my head and back as I was being smashed against the lockers. I close my eyes and whimpered in agony. I can hear the boys laughing at me, mocking my suffering.

"You fucking faggot!" He yells with great anger,"Why don't you watch where you're going?!"

I don't say anything I just kept my eyes close and felt some tears coming out of my eyes from the horrible things he said. He slammed me repeatedly against the lockers. He also punched me and slapped me. Some of the boys joined in and start calling me names.

He stopped yelling, but didn't put me down. It was slient for at least twenty seconds, with my shirt grasped in his fist holding me against the blue lockers.

I hear his voice again, but in an angry whisper.

"You're such a wimp, you make me sick," he says spitting in my ear,"Why are you even alive, it's clear that nobody will ever want you."

He slammed me against the lockers one more time, he let go of my shirt, and I fell to the ground. I open my eyes and turned to my right to see the boy in the Met shirt with a blue bandana walking away with a his friends.

I look straight forward and see at least fifteen people surrounding me. They started down at me, making me feel small. The crowd later subside and went back to gossiping about me.

I laid there, on the cold, hard tile, writing in pain. My vision was blurry, I felt pain everywhere from my head to my feet, and I was going in and out of consciousness. My eyes fluttered, trying to keep myself awake. All I can hear faint laughter and heavy footsteps.

Finally I force myself to get up, I slowly move my arms and legs, trying not to hurt myself more. I put some pressure on my arms, they begin to shake and I collapse.

I open my eyes and see a hand out in front of me. I look up a boy about my age. He was very tan with brown eyes, and his brown hair done up into a quiff. He smiled at me and I smiled back. I gently raise my bruised hand and put it in his. He pulled me up and I felt like I was going fall again. He grabbed me by the waist and put my arm around him.

I felt him walking me somewhere, he sat me down and I open my eyes to see I was in the nurses office. When I look up at the ceiling and the light was blinding, all I see is this shadow of a boy. I rub my eyes so I can see clearer. It was Cameron.

"Cameron?" I asked in a raspy voice.

"Surprise," he said smiling.

I'm not amused because bandana boy's best friend. They hate me more than someone kills a small puppy.

"I thought you hated me," I said looking down.

"Hate is a strong word," he said laughing.

"That's why I use it," I said giving him the death stare.

"Shawn, I'm sorry," he said coming closer.

He was about to touch me and I flinched. I looked away and close my eyes, holding back a waterfall. I felt him caress my cheek. I flinched back, heavily breathing.

"P-Please don't hurt me," I whispered as a tear comes down my face.

He whipped the tear away from my face. I whimpered when he touched the new black and blue on my cheek. He pulled away and apologize.

"I don't want you to get too close," I said opening my eyes.

"I want to be close to you," He said kneeling down.

I shook my head, I know he was playing a trick on me. I got up and limped out the office, got my books, and went to my first class.

The teacher was in the middle of talking when I walked in. She just told me to take my seat. While heading to there, the bandana boy tripped me and I fell on my face. Everyone turned, laughing and pointing at me. The teacher calmed everyone down as I limp to the back of the class, where nobody can see me.

I massage my temples, trying to concentrate on what the teacher was telling us. I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turn to see Cameron again. He smiled and took his seat next to me. I turned away, trying to ignore him. I can fell his eyes burning a hole through my head as he stared at me.

"Are you okay?" He asked politely.

I shook my head yes, not making eye contact with him.

"That's good because I was worried," he whispered.

"Yeah, okay," I thought to myself sarcastically.

"I see you around school, but I don't know your name," he said scooting closer to me.

"Can he see that I don't want to talk to him?" I thought to myself.

"Are you afraid to tell me?" He asked.

I shook my head again without making eye contact with him.

"You don't have to be afraid," he whispered scooting closer,"I won't hurt you."

I can feel his breath on my neck, it sends chills down my spine. I snapped out of it, and looked down. I squeezed my knee, so my nails would dig into the skin.

"I can't wait to go home," I thought myself.

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A/N: This isn't a chapter, but kind something to expect. I know it sucks, but I promise it will be better. This was in Shawn's point of view if you didn't know. I hope you enjoy my first supernatural fanfiction.