𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒

~First day back~

It's now the first day of school, that means two weeks before my birthday. I don't know why but our school likes to start school really early, but we get a bigger break.

They haven't left... it's just gotten worse. The more shit I feel, the longer they stay. I guess I'll be stuck with them for a while then...

I got changed, a long sleeve shirt hiding my arms, a hoodie to hide my face and jeans because... why not. I messed around with my hair, giving it the look I always give it.

I made my way downstairs, making some bacon and eggs. I sat down and ate my breakfast, I was not looking forward to today.

I had a bad feeling about today, maybe that Zeke would be an ass, or that Felicity might ignore me... I just feel like something is going to happen.

"Oh Cooper! I'm coming to school with you today!!!!" Suicide shouted excitedly as he sat down beside me. Over the past few days, I've noticed that Suicide for some reason is very happy. His way of getting to me is by making everything bad seem so nice. Like how he'll say "If you jumped from that high a building, you could make a masterpiece, you could be a famous artist!" Or "Imagine being able to breath underwater... except like... not being able to breath..."

His method is rather odd, while the others put me down and make me feel like shit... Suicide feels like a friend, like I can count on him whenever I need him. I feel welcome and calm when he's near me... it's weird.

"Please don't make any trouble okay?"

"Oh Cooper, when have I ever caused trouble?" He said as he changed into the crow, turns out, when both him and Bullet are merged as the crow, he calls himself Slaughter, he says the name sounds awesome.

I patted my shoulder, Slaughter happily flew over and sat on my shoulder. I finished my breakfast, I stood up and put my bag on. I placed my wallet and phone in my pocket, I grabbed a Mountain Dew and started to leave.

Mom came downstairs, she sent me a small smile as she walked past. She still hasn't spoken to me since what happened a few weeks ago, I hurt her, I get that. But now she won't talk to me, and Xavier's words are starting to hit home more. "Maybe you're just so fucked up, your own mother doesn't even want you!!" And honestly... I'm starting to believe that.

I made my way to the door, glancing back at mom. She was making herself some breakfast, pancakes. "Love you mom." I said, loud enough for her to hear. She turned around to look at me, she had an emotion I couldn't read. "Have a nice day at school Cooper." She said before turning back to her breakfast.

I felt a small lump in my throat as I turned away, walking out of the door. I felt Slaughter nuzzle into my neck, trying his best to comfort me. I sent him a small smile, out of all nine of them, he's definitely my favourite. He isn't as mean as the others, instead, he's more like an angel in disguise... if that makes sense.

"I don't know what to do anymore Slaughter... I feel like everyone is slowly starting to hate me... you know?" I said, I was fully aware that I was talking to myself, but I also knew that Slaughter was listening to me.

"Just try your best to get on with life, sooner or later they will come around." He said in my head, whenever he was the crow, his voice would be in my head. But when he was in his form, I could actually hear him talking as though he was just another person.

I stopped at Damian's house, we had agreed to meet here so we could walk to school together. I waited for a few minutes before Damian finally came out, holding a cup of Coffee. "Right, let's go to hell." He said, Slaughter laughed beside me, of course, I was the only one who could hear him. "Slaughter found that funny." I said, Damian only smiled.

I had caught him up about Suicide, seeing as how he hangs around me a lot. So he knows about Bullet, Suicide and Slaughter. "Well I'm glad someone likes my humour." He said, trying to make me feel bad. I only smirked in return.

We kept walking to school, casually talking as Slaughter stayed on my shoulder, occasionally screaming in my ear. Once we got to school, I headed straight to my locker, hoping that maybe, just maybe, Felicity would be there.

I felt disappointment fill me when I didn't see here there. Damian patted my shoulder, sending me a small smile while Slaughter rubbed his feathery head against mine in a soothing way.

"Come on, let's just get ready for class." I nodded my head, getting my things out of my locker. Damian did the same, considering his locker was next to mine. We checked out timetables, we had gotten them sent to us last week, I printed mine out.

We both had all of our classes together, thankfully. First was art, my favourite. We made our way to class, I caught sight of Zeke and his friends, someone else was with them. I wonder what poor sucker has ended up with those jackasses.

We walked into class, Miss Nelson looked up and smiled at us. "Hey boys! Had a nice Christmas break?" She asked, we started a small conversation with her as we waited for the class to start. Damian and I sat at the back once the bell finally rang, I pulled out some paper and started to draw.

I found myself drawing Bullet first, from his creepy skull eyes to his large wings. I drew every detail, including the few ripped feathers or the broken chip in his beak.

You probably wouldn't notice every detail like I would, but I could see every little thing. Like the way he doesn't blink at all, or how he has small feet compared to his body.

Damian looked at my drawing, studying it for a second. "Bullet?" I nodded my head, like I said, I had caught Damian up on all nine of them. He knew how they acted, what they did and how he knew if they were there or not.

Whenever Depression, Emptiness, Misery or Sadness were around, I had an expressionless face, I didn't smile or frown... just stood there. Whenever Insecurity, Embarrassment or Loneliness were around, I would hug my body, I would try to be as small as I could, as invisible as I could. And whenever Agony was around, I would be cranky or very on edge. Lastly, whenever Suicide was around, I was oddly calm. Damian has picked up on that.

"Bullet likes your drawing..."

At least someone appreciates what I do...