Two Is Better Than One (L.h+A.i)

Chapter 1~

You know what sucks? What sucks is school.

It probably sucked in the the first place for you, but it sucks much more for me because I go to school, to get away from my abusive step father, only to get bullied for the rest of the day.

Ain't that nice? Well its how my life is...

"Luke Hemmings if you don't get your ass up all come in there and get you up myself." My step dads voice boomed through the house making whimper.

I yell a shaky. "I'm up!" Back.

I sigh in relief when I don't hear anything else. I slip out of my very uncomfortable bed, and wince at the pain in my ribs.

I walk over to my closet and pull out some clothes. Not that I really care what I wear today. I pull out a white and grey Beatles shirt, black skinny jeans, and a white pair of converse.

I walk past my mirror and cringe at the sight. I'm so fucking fat.

I sigh and slip on my clothes before pulling a black beanie over my crazy blonde hair. I brush my teeth, grab my backpack and rush downstairs, and I'm relieved to see that James already left.

I walk out side and slip into my car. I buckle up before starting the car and driving out the drive way. I switch the station on the receiver and stop it a old song that I haven't listen to for awhile.

I may not sing as much as I used to, but sometimes when I'm listening to a song I'll mumble the lyrics.

You wanna start a fire
It only takes a spark
You gotta get behind the wheel
If you're ever gonna drive that car

If you wanna take a bite
You'd better have the teeth
If you're gonna take that step
Then get up off of your knees

'Cause tonight we're alive

Who'll stand for the restless and the lonely?
For the desperate and the hungry?
Time for the count, I'm hearing you now.
For the faithful, the believer,
For the faithless and the teacher.
Stand up and be proud...
What about now?

You wanna start a fight
You gotta take a swing.
You gotta get your hands in the dirt
To see what the harvest will bring.

You wanna raise your voice
Don't be scared to breathe
Don't be afraid to hurt
Don't be ashamed in need

'Cause tonight we're alive

Who'll stand for the restless and the lonely?
For the desperate and the hungry?
Time for the count, I'm hearing you now.
For the faithful, the believer,
For the faithless and the teacher.
Stand up and be proud...
What about now?

But soon enough I'm belting out the lyrics, and nodding my head along to the music.

The leaves fall like reasons that drift through the seasons
'Til dreams are just fade dark and grey.
And all of your plans that slip right through your hands
Are just things that you take to your grave.

Tonight we're alive.

Who'll stand for the restless, for the lonely?
For the desperate and the hungry?
Time for the count, I'm hearing you now.
For the faithful, the believer,
For the faithless and the teacher.
Stand up and be proud...
What about now?
What about now?
What about now?
What about now?

I pull into the school, and park by the gym like usual before turning off my car and climbing out. I sigh and look at the rusty old school. Might as well get the day over with.

I walk up the steps, open the door, then walk quietly to my locker. I hear the whispering and quiet comments being thrown around.

Oh look its the fag.

I heard that he slices his arms.

He totally deserves the beatings he gets. The ugly cunt.

I sigh and hear footsteps behind me. I gulp when everyone stood talking. I squeeze my eyes shut as a loud voice comes from behind me.

"Yo Hemmings. How's your day been?"

I turn around slowly and look up at Nick. "Not very good. How bout y-you?"

He smirks before grabbing the hem of my shirt and pushing me back against the locker. Why is everyone so much taller than me? Oh look another flaw.

"You know Hemmings, you shouldn't be alive. You're just a waist of space." Then I feel I fist connect to my cheek.

I cup my cheek and feel another hit to my stomach, right where James had hit me last night. I double over in pain, and couch a few times. Nick laughs along with his friends before using my hair to pull me up. He taps my cheek a few times before shoving me into the locked and walking away.

I slide down the lockers onto the floor. I hold back tears that threaten to spill over. This is what happens everyday. I look up and see Calum looking down at me from across the room.

I swallow and pull my beanie back over my head before getting up to limp all the way to science. I flop down in my seat, that's in the back room, and wince again. You just had to hit me in the gut, huh Nick?

The bell rings and class starts. I don't pay much attention. All I do is sit in the back of the room and doodle on my paper. Its not like grades mean much to me.

Does anyone know what the name of that song is?
~Shari!xx