Amnesia (DreamNotFound High School AU)

Chapter One

George's eyes widened incredibly as he entered school that day. It was an average day so he didn't expect much to happen. He was mistaken when he was cornered in the hallway. The school bully and his girlfriend had targeted him. Not surprising seeing as he didn't have many friends but he didn't even think they knew he existed. They spat hateful words at him.

He didn't mind much he was used to being cussed out for being a foreigner. He put up with the bullying. It didn't phase him as much as it should. So he decided the two weren't worth his time. Whenever the male hit him or cussed him out he'd just look them dead in the eye. He didn't seem to like that though. He always just hurt him more the next time they saw him.

"George, just let me deal with them," Nick said one night his brother came home with a black eye and a bloody lip.

"I'm fine, Nick. It'll stop eventually," George smiled as Nick nursed his wounds. Nick didn't like the fact George let the bullies walk all over him but if he fucked with them he knew it would get taken out on George. The last thing Nick wanted was his younger brother hurt.

"I just don't want to see you hurt, Gogy," Nick sighed as George smiled sadly.

"I know, Nick but sometimes you just have to let things run its course," George said as Nick grabbed an ice pack out of the freezer.

"But, George, this could end in major trauma and I don't want to see you suffer," Nick sighed as he wrapped the ice pack.

"I'll be fine, Nick. Just trust me, ok?" George said as Nick handed him the ice-pack.

"Fine, but if you ever get sick of it just let me know and I'll take care of it," Nick said smiling sadly. George nodded. The next day at school was the same as always. George blanked his face and hid his emotions as one of his bullies slammed him against the locker. He was too stubborn to let them win. He'd fake not caring until they got bored. He always felt eyes on him. Some sad, some wondering what he'd do and some felt pity.

George knew all he had to do was smile in this state and he'd scare them off but something kept him from doing that. Perhaps it was curiosity, he wasn't sure. He knew that if he simply grinned and tilted his head slightly they'd become unhinged and he'd have won the war. He knew it was that simple but he didn't.

Instead, he put up with the ridicule and he just couldn't figure out why. He knew Nick was right. This was taking a toll on his mental stability but he didn't care. He just wanted to figure out why he didn't fight back. So when the leader punched him in the face he didn't care. He just stared as the leader became frustrated. When the leader saw he wasn't gonna get a reaction he threw George to the ground. He kicked George in the stomach as George's vision went blurry.

He felt the blood welling in his mouth but he refused to spit it out. He refused to let them win. So he swallowed the blood and took every hit until he passed out. He woke up in the nurse's office with a wrap around his torso.

"The nurse said you have a bruised rib and a concussion. I swear to god, Imma kill them," Nick said, his head in his palms. George could feel the rage growing in his brother.

"Don't they'll expect that," George said as his brother looked up. There were tear streaks down his cheeks and his eyes were puffy.

"George if they had gone any farther you could've died! The nurse almost had to send you to the hospital!" Nick claimed standing up. He threw his hand out pointing at the nurse in anger.

"But I didn't, Nick. That's all that matters," George said, looking at the boy in front of him.

"I can't lose you, George. I can't," Nick said as stared at George.

"I know, Nick," George said as he comforted Nick.

"Tomorrow you are not leaving my side. I will walk you to your classes and you're eating lunch with me. I know you don't have friends so you're meeting mine," Nick said firmly.

"Protective brother much?" George joked but he knew Nick was being serious. "Yeah ok fine," George said after he gave in to the fact it was not a joking matter. Nick smiled at his cooperation.

"Now c'mon, Mom and Dad are probably worried sick," Nick said standing up. He helped George out of the lounge thing because he has a concussion and moving too fast would cause him to either a) faint or b) blackout for a really short amount of time(Both of which has happened to me before).

"Did you drive to school today?" Nick asked as they walked out of the building.

"No, I walked," George said as the evening breeze hit him. He grabbed his head as it ached.

"Good because I drove. Get in," Nick said opening the passenger side of his white striped car. The car itself had a main black body with fire printed onto the sides and white stripes up the top. George collapsed onto the seat thankful for the soft leather covering.

Nick got into the driver's seat and he quickly left the school grounds. He remembered the blood marking the hallway from where the gash in George's head was. He remembered nearly breaking down in front of the student body because he thought he lost his brother. He remembered the anger-filled glare he sent to the bully and his posse. He remembered the glazed look in his brother's eyes when he kept slipping into unconsciousness. He remembered screaming at everyone to get the nurse and stop standing there like buffoons.

He remembered the grin on his brother's face before he passed out instead of phasing in and out of the pain. He drove back to their house in the silence and realized George fell asleep. When he pulled into the driveway their mother ran out worried. Their father shortly followed out just as quickly.

"Is he ok?!" Their mom whispered concerned, stretching her features.

"He's got a bruised rib and a concussion. Other than that he's ok, physically. He seems to be doing ok mentally though it's changing him. He's becoming calmer, more docile. He used to always be so excited. Now he always looks like he's on the verge of something. I'm trying to pinpoint it but I don't know. For being an open guy he's surprisingly very hard to read," Nick sighed turning off the car.

Their father went to the passenger door and lifted George out. He was snoring softly as they went inside. Their mother had been crying but Nick had been doing the same thing. Their parents didn't even know George was being bullied. Though Nick liked to think George was toying with the bullies, even still it worried him. They almost killed him today and he just grinned it off.