Here we aren't so quickly.

Chapter One - The New Girl

Here we aren't so quickly, and we already have people being bullies at my School. These two guys Zach and Kevin, the well-known nuisances in the High School, have begun their assault and harassment on innocent students. They tend to have a habit of being quite rude, normally they spend their days violently pushing students into lockers, or even against the wall, repeatedly throwing punches, leaving bruises and bone fractures in the students they harm.

Although it doesn't surprise me how they act anymore, it's became a daily thing for the students. I have not been harmed by them physically or emotionally, they tend to focus their anger towards those lesser class students. One day a new student enrolled in our High School, she was a transfer student from this other public school, which I don't know the name of. As she got settled into class, the teacher began to introduce himself, and help her with the things she needed to get settled in. Once he finished explaining things, she sat down quietly in the back. She always peeked my interest although I have never even spoke to her, nor did I know anything about her likes and dislikes, or her personality. As she sat in the back of the class I turned around occasionally and just admired her. She always appeared to present herself as quiet, shy, like a social outcast from the world. She had black hair, long hair actually, with bangs that covered her left eye. But I did notice something on her arms as she pulled up her sleeve to scratch some wounds which were scarring up and healing, I also noticed fresh cuts, I assumed she inflicted self-harm onto herself. A few moments after she pulled back her sleeve to cover her scars, it appeared it wasn't just me who gazed eyes upon her. Kevin and Zach sitting in the desk row in front of her, had also noticed her wounds.

As they got out of their seat when the teacher exited the room, they approached her and mocked her, calling her an attention w****, A waste of space. They even had told her she didn't matter, and no one loved her, and that she would be better off hanging herself in one of the girl's bathroom stalls. She then responded, "Just leave me alone". They were not satisfied with her choice of words, as a defensive approach to their actions, so one of the guys, Kevin, slapped her face, as well as kicking her in the stomach, pushing her out of her chair.

I did not approve of an innocent woman, being beaten and slandered by a couple of rude boys. I began to get up out of my chair approaching Kevin, he did not sense my presence from behind him, but I grabbed the back of his head, and bashed his face into the concrete wall right behind her desk. He started bleeding from a forehead wound, he seems a bit dizzy as he approached me to defend himself, as he threw a punch, I was able to dodge it luckily, punching him in the stomach, when Zach came up beside me and slammed me down onto the ground, repeatedly kicking me in the stomach, until I eventually puked up some blood. Right as that happened, the teacher returned to the class room, and sentenced us both to detention, with the school security, where we were questioned, and detained for the remainder of the school day. I was dealt with suspension along with Zach, whereas Kevin did not face suspension due to the lack of evidence from the teacher's perspective, and none of the other students wanted to get involved so they kept quiet. Eventually, later that day, she was sent to the nurse for first-aid and an ice pack, to help take care of her bruises left upon her face. It was Monday, a few days after the Friday on which the incident happened. I returned to school, along with Kevin, as I walked in the main entrance of the school, Kevin spoke to me from afar, saying "More will come to you". As I walked to first period class, I sat down at my desk, I was the first one in class before anyone else. She walked in along with other students, and the girl decided to sit down beside me. A couple minutes passed she remained quiet, but then she spoke to me. Hey, she spoke, "My name is Alice, I just wanted to say thank you, for defending me last week, it really meant a lot to me". I spoke in return, "My name is Alex. And you're welcome". Eventually after those exchange of words, it became a daily thing where we sat next to each other, both in class and lunch periods. We became friends quickly. She opened up to me more and more, it seems she trusts me a lot. She told me a variety of things about her, her music tastes, her hobbies and personal interests, along with her past. She soon told me about her scars when I asked her about it, she told me this, "I grew up happy it seemed but when I turned the age Thirteen, I felt unsatisfied with life, I began to smile less, go outside less, and just became silent all together"

"At my past schools I was always insulted for my looks, my personality and how quiet I was, I've been from school to school trying to find a place of peace but still can't, my heart grew broken from the guys who dated me only for sexual activities, and for the 'fun' of it. I was never able to find someone who just wanted to be with me for me. I grew darker and colder overtime. I was 14 years old when I began to starve myself, and stop eating, people always told me I was fat, and called me other words of harassment, I felt insecure about my weight, my body, my whole being. No matter what I did no one would like me or appreciate me, whenever I get home from school, my mother asks me how I'm doing, and I always felt as if she was the only one who understood me. Things would be great until my father came home from work, he always came home with a bottle of liquor in his hand, and a mind full of stress and anger, he'd get mad over the smallest of things at home, like his wife not doing his laundry, or even a couple dishes being dirty in the sink. He would take it out on me and my mother. He would get violent and beat her repeatedly to the point she was afraid what would happen if she tried to leave him. When he would open my report cards from school seeing all low grades, he would tear off my clothing and whip me with his leather belt, leaving dark bruises, and wounds. A year after enduring all of that suffering, a neighbor across the street called the cops after hearing gun shots. As the cops arrived they had come to find her shot in the head, bleeding, and dead on the ground. They had forensics check for prints on the murder weapon to come and find it was him, my father. A few hours later that night, the police arrested him and interrogated him. They also interviewed me asking me for my experience with the man, and I had explained everything he has done. He was sentenced to death for child abuse, homicide, and battery. I was put into adoption. Soon after that a married couple had adopted me, they had no kids, nor did they expect to have any, until their friend who was an adoption judge, brought this up to them and they talked it over. They didn't quite understand me, they were really nice to me though, giving me all kinds of technology and music equipment. I felt content with life until the Christmas Eve party, I was outside just walking around the yard enjoying the gentle breeze when one of my cousins approached me, covering my mouth from sound escaping, pushing me onto the grass, stripping me of my clothing, as he then raped me. When he was finished I was left outside in the rain, when my adoptive parents found me, and rushed me to the emergency room. After I recovered they brought me home, I laid in my bed, just thinking about how much I hated life, the suffering, the pain, the abusive past experiences. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran to the basement, falling down the steps, wanting a place of silence to just cry my eyes out, when I looked beside me on the cold ground, seeing a razor blade from a box cutter. Without hesitation, I grabbed the blade and started slashing at my skin. And ever since then I just became addicted to it, even to this day, I'm 16 years old, and I still feel suicidal, and depressed, all alone to nothing but myself, and my thoughts." She finished speaking with a depressing tone of voice. I responded after listening so closely to the things she told me about. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that. Look, we just met, but I promise I'll protect you, I'll always be here for you from now on, and I consider". Before I could finish, her lips landed on mine, as we then began passionately kissing, I felt the love and romance coming from the intent of her lips. And I think after that kiss, I really like this girl.