Remember me. Please?

Where it begun (part 1.)

Tendo POV.

"Hey, stay way from Tendo"

"What, why?" The whispers begun. I don't know why but they just do.

"Haven't you heard? He's a monster. A freak"

"Huh? Hey you're right he does look like one" Looking over to where the voices are coming from I notice two girls staring at me, whispering to each other. I tilt my head at them, my wide red eyes just staring while my red bowl cut hair soft sways to the side. I raise my hand and softly wave at the girls, only to soon hear their soft gasps.

"Lets go" one quickly ushered while grabbing the others arm.

"Yeah, he's weird" the other agreed as the both scurried off and away from me. My soft smile I usually have softly falls as I look down at my small hand and wonder, 'what is wrong? I'm just like you, aren't I?'

The bell is quick to put a pause on the question that seems to always find a way into my mind. I'm quick to rush off to class to start the day of learning and talking. Well, what I'm meant to that is.

-time skip to gym/P.E/sport activities- (call it what you call it)

Standing on the court I watch as numerous kids go and join their friends to make the needed small volleyball teams. While standing on the side lines with my trusty water bottle and towel. I fail to notice a stray ball roll up to me, that is until I notice the soft bump against my leg. Glancing down I'm quick to study and grab the ball, hoping I may have a chance to talk to someone.

Glancing around for a few seconds I feel the ball get ripped away from my grip. I look over to see three boys, roughly my height, standing in front of me. The one holding the ball happens to have spiked black hair, oddly the same colour as his friends. Weird. "Is that your ball?" Being the first to break the short silence I notice how each one of them have a different reaction. The one on the far right has a visible sweat be shown on his face. The one next to him takes a small step back while the one with the ball merely has his eyes widen ever so slightly.

"Yeah and so what if it is? What does it matter to you?" The one with the ball is quick to snap back at me. Oddly snarky for a few simple words. Rude. "Would I be able to join you guys?" I'm hesitant yet slightly eager to ask, noticing they need one more player to have just the right number on their team. After a few seconds of their staring, they laugh at me. They back up a bit while I give them a confused yet not surprised stare.

"Don't come to our team, Tendo! Monsters aren't allowed on human teams!" The on with the spiked black hair replies while they turn to the court, ready to run for more members. "Yeah, he does look like a monster" one of them is quick to follow with another insult while the three of them run off with smiles spread across their faces. I stay standing there blank face yet, not surprised, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt.

-time skip to after school-

Walking with my bag to the front gate, the soft stinging on my hands still present I look down at them to see the soft red colour. The memory flowing back into my mind of how that kids face looked when I stopped what he worked so hard for. That look of failure and anger shooting through his eyes. What he and his friends get for calling me harsh names, especially when I was trying to be nice.

Softly smiling down at my hands I hear the sudden sound of rushing foot steps and a harsh shove to my back. Think of the devil. Falling to the floor I glance up and see those exact kids I was just thinking about. And boy do they not look happy. I turn my body and sit on the floor below me and I wave at them with a soft smile. "Hiya buddies" I chip happily, not bothered by my sore and softly bleeding knees. I receive harsh glares from each of them, "don't call us your "buddies" you monster!," The one I blocked the spike of shouts "We would never be friends with a freak like you!" With that shout I'm shoved to the floor yet again, much harsher than last time though.

Laying on the floor with the spiked one sitting on top of me, gripping the front of my shirt, harshly pulling my body forward then harshly throwing it back against to pavement. I grip his wrists trying to stop him only to feel harsh kicks to my legs and arms. Bloody "friends" he has. More like little gremlins. Little workers. I softly giggle at the image of them all being gremlins.

"Oh you like being hurt do you! You freak!" The spiked one is quick to hear my giggles and start punching at my face. Grabbing at his hands and covering my head, trying to stop the punches that are coming. Only to have them pause. "Hey! Ow! What the heck!" I feel the hands on my shirt release their grip on me. I open my eyes slightly to see what's happening, I can see the three boys looking over to the same direction, can't see exactly what they are looking at due to how I am.

"Leave him alone!" I hear a soft voice shout. Never heard that voice before. Nor that sentence.

The boys above me laugh, "why should we, he's a monster. Monsters don't belong with humans" the one sitting on me states. "We're just teaching him where he does and doesn't belong, which is HERE!" I feel a harsh kick to my side as one of his goons kicks me, I hiss harshly at the feeling. "I said leave him alone!" The voice once again shouts, this time harsher. Must be getting fed up with how they are acting. I see a pebble fall next to my head.

"Ow! Hey! Quit that! Ow!" I feel the weight on my stomach be lifted as I see the spiked boy stands up covering his head, along with his friends. I can hear the soft grunts and taps of pebbles being thrown. "Ow! Whatever let's go guys!" I feel yet another harsh stomp to the stomach as I cover my mouth to stop my lunch from that day coming up.

The sound of foot steps can be heard as they quickly rush off. I let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding and put my head against the floor, closing my eyes and resting my hands on my stomach. The sound of quiet footsteps approaching can be heard  next to my head.

"A-a-are you ok?" That voice. That soft voice speaks once again.

I feel a shadow cover my face from the harsh sun and I open my eyes ever so slightly to have my sight be welcomed by a new colour.

The colour of (E/C).

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I forgot to mention that I am a mobile writer so I feel like I've written more than I actually have