The FNaF Kids

Day 3

Kylie's POV

I had gotten completely ready for the school day, and Shaun still hadn't come out of his room. I went up to the door and knocked.

Knock knock

"Hey, Shaun, can I come in? It's almost time for us to leave..."

"...sure..." I opened the door and looked around. The only thing in the room was his small bed, which was stained red. Shaun's eyes looked empty, as if nothing could affect him anymore. The dark circles under his eyes gave away the fact he didn't sleep, but who could after what happened? He looked...dead. It was disturbing. He had put on a long sleeved shirt, and jeans, to cover up all the cuts. I walked over to him and hugged him, I wish I could do more but he wouldn't listen to anything I could say. After I let go of him, he slowly rose and started walking towards the door. He had a limp.

"Come on, we have to go to school don't we?" He said, in the most emotionless voice I had ever heard. He had cuts on his cheek, in a circular shape. I would have to save that question for later too.

"Y-yeah." I replied and walked out to the bus stop with him. This time my parents didn't walk us to the bus stop, instead handing me my lunchbox and punching Shaun's shoulder, nearly knocking him over, when they thought I wasn't looking right before we left the house. When the bus came, Dylan wasn't in his seat, so I pulled Shaun into my seat so I could ask him about what happened.

"S-Shaun... You didn't sleep did you." I was too nervous to ask him about anything, as I was scared of his reaction, so I asked him about the most obvious thing, as his hair was covering the cuts on his cheek.

"H-how could you tell?"

"The bags..." I said pointing to his eyes

He lowered his head "Oh..."

"You need to sleep Shaun... If you-" I was cut off

"Why are you worrying about me?! I'm almost thirteen! I don't need a baby to take care of me!" He started tearing up. He got up and moved to another seat. Alone... All the way to the back of the bus...and I didn't even get to ask him my questions...

Shaun's POV

I-I didn't mean to lash out at Kylie, it just sort of happened. I don't even remember limping to the back of the bus to find an empty seat. Screw the 'assigned seat' thing, I need to be by myself. Everything hurt once again, but not just on the surface anymore. I think dad doing that to me caused it. Not to mention, every time I started thinking about how much it hurt, I would have vivid flashbacks of everything he did. I'm worried I'll rip one of the cuts open and start bleeding again. I wish I had just bled out on my bed instead of being forced to live in this hell-hole. Dad's right about a lot of things though. I am fat, stupid, and definitely a crybaby. But he was also right about me being gay. I can't help it, Terence with his big puppy-dog eyes and ever-present sadness and guilt, as if he'd already seen too much in life like me, made me want to protect him. Then there's Adam, whenever I'm around him I feel protected, which is a feeling that had been almost completely unknown to me. But back when I was with Fritz, I felt accepted, like I belonged right there beside him. I had never felt those feelings before him. Ugh, who am I kidding? What's the chance any of them would like me? I mean, Fritz and I were really close, but we were so little, and I just met Terence and Adam even if the days I've known them seemed like forever. But even if they like guys, who would like me? Abused, self-harmer, depressed, useless, crybaby, and more. I'm entirely unlikable.

When I got to the school, I couldn't take it anymore. I ran. Ran as fast as I could to the gas station. I just wanted to skip school today. I could also go to the library and play on the computers, but I decided the gas station was better. You know there's food there... There's also an arcade in the back. I just had to get away from these thoughts...