Troubles [OHSHC Fanfiction]

The Debt...

  I awoke trembling, my vision blurred due to tears caused by a nightmare.

 "Hey bitch, get your ass down here!" I heard my father yell, making me rush to throw on a a black hoodie that covered the wounds and black sweatpants. I quickly brushed my hair and grabbed my white face mask that had a black X on it. I put it into my pocket mindlessly and ran down the stairs, being sure to not look up.

"Yes, Sir?" I asked, keeping my voice emotionless as I spoke.

 "Your supposed to make me food, remember, bitch?" My father growled, kneeing my already wounded gut.

 "Sorry, Sir." I replied, walking to the kitchen quickly making an omelet with orange juice to go with it. I sat the food at the table and grabbed my bag, heading out the door and riding to school, quickly entering and heading to my favorite class of the day, Advanced Art.

 "Hello, Akuma!" The teacher smiled, earning a small smile from me in return.

 I sat in my normal seat in the back and began drawing in my sketchbook, allowing myself to drift away from reality.

 "Hey Miss!" I heard a voice as making me look to see a small boy about 4'7" holding a pink bunny.

 "Yeah?" I grunted, taking notice of his high school uniform, meaning either he was just really short for his age and childish or was a really smart little kid that was still childish.

 "I wanted to say hi!" He chirped smiling, climbing up the tall guy behind him and sitting on his shoulders.

 "Well then, hi," I said, turning back to my sketchbook and continuing to draw mindlessly.

 "Miss, why are you drawing a gravestone?" The young boy asked, looking at the drawing with indifference showing in his eyes.

 "I got bored," I said, shutting my notebook and motioning him to get back of his seat, quickly noticing his sad look I also pointed to the slightly glaring teacher, cheering him up slightly.

I listened to the lesson until the loud bell sounded, letting us know it was time to head to our next class.

 I walked into the hallway and saw Haruhi surrounded by the dudes that we met yesterday, including the really short and really tall kid.

 "C'mon, just tell us where that girl is!" The twins whined, earning an annoyed look from Haruhi.

 "Haru, c'mon." I called, bringing the attention to me.

 "Hey, how's your hand?" The energetic, violet-eyed blonde said, looking at my bandaged hand.

 "Sore." I said, walking over to Haruhi and gently grabbing her hand, quickly and successfully escaping the host club, that everybody talks about.

 "So were heading back to class 1-A, right?" I asked, taking sharp turns to avoid hitting the wall, dragging Haruhi behind me.

 "Yep." Haruhi said, matching my pace, but still grabbing onto my hand. We burst into the classroom and sat in our seats, ignoring the stares of other students.

 I pulled out my notebook and began drawing mindlessly, the sound of a small gasp bringing me out of my daze.

 "Akuma..." Haruhi trailed off, making me look at the drawing in surprise when I realized how easily those feelings were used to draw, well, this.