Saviour

Chapter 1: My name is Dan

A/N I'm trying a thingy

Hi. 

My name is Dan.

Not that it really matters.

Because who in their right mind would care?

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I walk into school Friday morning with my head down, tyring to avoid eye contact with anyone. My hands are in the sleeves of my grey sweater and are shoved into the pockets of my black skinny jeans. I have one earbud in, listening to MCR, but I'm almost completly focused on the world around me. In my head, though, I'm counting.

9 steps up to the front door.

11 doors until my locker corridor.

22 lockers until mine.

Amazingly I make it as far as the corridor this time. However, as usual, I'm violently shoved against the lockers, the metallic crash reverberating through the hallway for a few moments. It's only silent for a few heartbeats before the expected line comes.

"Where're you going, Fag?" I sigh inaudibly.

I've done this dance before.

It's less of a dance really, more of a hunt.

I'm the prey. 

And I know better than to try to resist. 

After a few punches to the head and many, many more words are thrown the bell rings, the shrill noise piercing my head.

"Saved by the bell." It says, contempt dripping from its voice. I'm released, dropped unceremoniously to the floor. I stay there until I hear the footsteps fade away before picking myself up and stumbling to the nearest bathroom, which, unfortunately, I've memorised at this point.

Five years of bullying will do that to you.

I calmly analyse my appearance. I'm the usual ugly mess, except now I have added bruises and a bloody nose. Sighing, I wash the blood off before digging in my bag and reapplying my concealer.

Checking my wrist I realise that I'm now ten minutes late to my first class. I drag my aching body down the hall and into the classroom.

"Detention." is the first thing the teacher says to me when I enter the class. He doesn't ask why I'm late; he doesn't care. He's seen me being beaten before and he doesn't give two shits. I nod mutely before sliding into my seat, trying to ignore the stares and the whispers. I spend most of the class doodling on my book, I hate law and I'm not going to talk to anyone. I almost never talk anyways and no one here would care. I have no friends and most people don't want to be near an "emo freak". I don't care though.

I'm used to it.

A/N So I'm starting things off depressing! Yay! I'm joking but yeah a lot of this is gonna be happening. Also yes, I didn't give them bully a name on purpose, idk I'm trying some things. Let me know what you think! Feedback is much appreciated. Also this might not be as long as TTM, but we'll see