Safe And Sound

Let Me Help You

So, this is my very first time ever doing something like this in this particular style but I do hope you enjoy it and I apologize if I may murder their personalities at all in any way, shape, or form. ;; Well, have fun! 

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It's cold here. What is warmth and what is love? Is there a true meaning to "warmth" and "love"? It's dark and you're alone, pitch black and you can't see anything. You hear an ear piercing scream and feel yourself falling into the pit of darkness. Then you realize the screaming is you.

You jerk up, panting and sweating and set your head in your hands, then taking a quick glance at your clock. Oh jegus its 3:27 in the morning. You squeeze your eyes close, trying to calm the beating of your heart and the endless run of your mind. You haven't been able to get a good night's rest in more than a month. Crabdad has been very crabby lately and every little thing sets him off. You have school today, fucking great. You sigh and fall back into the comfort of your pillow, your thoughts racing around non-stop like a roadrunner on steroids. You thread your fingers through your soft, fluffy, and black hair, trying to ease back into sleep, the only other thing that allows you to escape reality. Your sides, head, heart, arms, and legs all hurt like hell. Ah, what a marvelous way to remind yourself that those douchebag Humans will also be there. Just great. You snuggle deeper into your covers and try to sleep again, tears already biting at the corners of your eyes. You blink a few times as they roll down your cheek, melt into the pillow, making their soundless land as your eyes shut.

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"WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT. TIME FOR FUCKING SCHOOL." Crabdad bitches angrily at you.

You grunt and carry your lazy ass to the bathroom; bags are clearly visible under your eyes against your light grey skin from lack of proper sleep. You stare at the reflection staring back at you sadly and miserably and ruffle your hair and look at the other you thinking maybe if you stared long enough something might happen but you know nothing will change, no matter what you do. You emit a quiet chuckle and your reflection does the same.  "Ha ha you fucking loser. Nobody will ever fucking love you, you pathetic and weak piece of shit." The voice in your head scoffs at you. 

"If you come home tonight with one more mark or injury, I'll make sure that those bullies won't be the only ones making your life hell." he snarls as if your life isn't already hell. You nod apathetically and exit, beginning your somewhat slow trek to Hell #2.

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You timidly make it to your locker, almost positive that you'll be alone for once, but of course you don't stay to see what happens. You grab your morning materials in a rushing action, slamming the door, only to see the gang in front of you. You have two options, either stay and take the hits here while everyone watches, or run away and try to see how far you can get away without them closing in on you and that's exactly what you do, pivoting sharply and darting off into the mobs of students, shoving them carelessly aside like your thoughts. You realize that your thoughts and the gang are similar in a way that no matter how much you try to ignore them, they always keep coming back. You stumble a little but pick your speed back up quickly; you don't have a second to lose.

Your legs are burning but you keep pushing on, tired as fuck. Racing up to a great crowd, you skid to a a halt and stop, glancing quickly and trying to think of a route on how to maneuver through all these fuckasses. Got it! You speed off but barely get to the fourth person before you are rudely tripped and hear a cluster of evil snickers above you. Your eyes widen in horror as they approach, smirking. Oh, how you despise them smirking. Two kids from behind you grab hold of your arms, two more latching onto your ankles like leaches, holding you in place. The Leader of the group does not hesitate to throw the first punch at your face. You squeal, "FUCK!!" as your nose begins to bleed. Another kid kicks you in the side as the other punches, beats, and abuses your weak, small, and fragile frame endlessly. The kids drop you right when you earn a hard kick in the stomach, knocking you backwards into the lockers, rattling them harshly. The kids get one final laugh before the bell rings and they skitter off, pretty much tripping over each other as they rush to their classes. Fucking idiots. The Leader stays behind a moment and kneels beside you, lifting your chin with his finger so your eyes meet his piercing gaze.