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Somethings wrong. He's walking up to me. I need to find a way to escape. What if he noticed my stares? What if my dad finds out that I was staring? Will he beat me until i'm laying there bleeding out again? I CANT have that happen again.

I need to leave before he notices how scared I am. I'm about to run when all the sudden I drop my bag and all my pencils fall out. I scurry to pick them up but it's too late. He's already picked them up for me and set them in my hand.

"Are you ok?" He says. I could get lost in his voice. It's so pretty. It's a mix of pitch too.

I was staring. I need to stop before he notices. But I want him to notice.

Faggot. You. Are. A. Stupid. Faggot. Stop. Now!

"Yeah i'm fine. Thank you for this though." I say as quickly as that voice popped into my head.

He seemed upset, as if he could hear what was being said in my head. He looked at me like he was wanting to see what was under my hoodie. That's never gonna happen.

"um well I hope you have a good rest of the day" He stared at my shaking hands.

"Who are you?" I asked.

" Louis.... Someone who will save you from all the bad in the world." Louis simply stated.

"If only it were that easy."

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