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Authors Note: Sorry for the heavy use of 'faggot'. I didn't mean to offend anyone!!
Chapter 1: Note to Self-
Roxas' Point of View
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His name was Riku. And he was, well, to say the least, he was HOT!
No he's not. Boys aren't hot. Boys are stinky and violent and too open-minded and cruel and— He's absolutely GORGEOUS!
No he's not…
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I don't know what's been coming over me lately. Ever since I set foot in this new school, my head has been spinning! I'd switched schools in hope of a fresh start- In hope of being accepted for who I am; whoever that may be, but it only got worse!
Snide comments being tossed at me in the halls; like 'Hey FAGGOT!' and 'Eyes off the prize, Homo!' They pushed me around a lot physically, too. I knew from the first time some guy shoved me into a wall for no reason that the abuse was just going to get much worse.
And it did. Of course it did! It always does…
I was stupid to stand up for myself when those guys cornered me. I was probably going to need to spend months in the hospital this time. I mean, shit! These guys were kicking me!! It felt like having a bunch of bricks thrown at me, one after another. Over and over and over again…
"WORTHLESS FAGGOT!"
How would they know if I'm gay, or not? I don't even know!
I could hear a crowd in the background cheering. Actually cheering!!
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
My ears were ringing, I tasted blood, and I could barely see.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
No one cared if I was getting beat up because these jocks thought I was gay. All those ass-holes cared about was that someone was getting their ass handed to them by a number of very strong jerks!
Someone's foot collided with my stomach and I spat out blood and started coughing uncontrollably. The beating stopped for only a moment, but quickly continued.
Fists hit random parts of my already scarred body; heavy kicks bashed at my back, and I was quickly falling from consciousness.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
Just kill me now; I'm sick of this pain…
I screamed when someone started grinding my hand into the hard cement, and felt my mouth flood with more blood when someone kicked the back of my neck.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGH—"
Though convinced that I was quickly dying, I still seemed to notice that the chanting had stopped. That or I had gone deaf. Or maybe I'm already dead…
But soon the kicking stopped, too. Perhaps I've lost the sense to feel... Maybe someone was actually trying to help me!
No…
Who would want to help a helpless, apparently gay, half-dead fool like myself?
But I heard voices and shouting in the distance. Someone kicked at me again and only seconds later I think I heard a body hit the ground beside me.
No fucking way…
"Grow the fuck up!" Someone shouted. That voice… It sounded like silvery wind-chimes. Angry wind-chimes, but silvery and almost comforting all the same…
I heard a loud THUMP! and the sound of yet another body hitting the ground- And the chanting began once more.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
My mind drifted elsewhere; I'd grown slightly used to the blood now flooding my mouth, but I had the urge to cough and heave up the microscopic amount of food that I had eaten today.
Note to self: Loath and despise whoever it is that saved your life.
I wanted to die. I wanted the pain to end. Bits and pieces of me wanted to go on and try again. And again. And again… But the rest of me was sick of the pain and non-stop torture.
The rest of me just wanted to go to sleep… For a long time.
Somehow I ended back on the side of reality and the aching pain in basically every inch of my body returned.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
Ass-holes…
It took some time for me to notice that my eyes were open; and not only was my vision slowly, but surely, fading to black, everything was really fuzzy. But I could still barely make out a tall figure punching some jock in the face.
Thanks for kicking their asses, whoever you are. But I kind of hate you…
Soon I couldn't even see colors anymore, and I willingly let myself drift from consciousness. Though I could still feel the pain…
And I could still hear them shouting.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
I could even feel the warm blood trickling down the side of my face. It would have tickled, maybe, if my mind wasn't focused on the other excruciating pain thundering through my body.
My eyes are closed, I feel asleep- But why do I still feel, at all?
"WAKE UP! CRAP! WAKE UP!"
The chanting had stopped, but I wasn't sure who was talking to me- or if this certain person was talking to me at all.
"CRAP! CRAP! CRAP!" The voice sounded vaguely familiar, distant, but familiar.
Maybe I'm dreaming…
No, that's not possible. I can feel them shaking me by the shoulders.
That hurts, you know?
"SPEAK, DAMNIT!"
Who are you and why do you want me awake so badly? This world will be much nicer without me and you know it!!
"Please?"
That caught me by surprise; the pleading sound in this persons voice.
I gave in and let out a small groan; which hurt like hell! I could feel the broken parts of my ribs bumping into the other as I forced myself to keep breathing.
"THANK YOU!"
Where had I heard this guy's voice?
I'm sure it was a guy… Why else would there be butterflies in my aching stomach?
Stupid boys…
"Can you get up?"
Is that worry I hear in his voice? Funny- I've never had someone feel that kind of emotion towards me.
"Whatdoyouthink?" My voice slurred and I sounded like an idiot- but it hurt to talk and I refused to put no more than a little bit of effort in it.
"Right, sorry… Well, are you at least still living?"
You're starting to get annoying… I'm assuming it's rare that you get in situations like this.
"Unfortunately…"
"Don't say stuff like that…" More worry? Maybe even concern… Woah! I must be dreaming!
"Whoareyou?"
I couldn't recognize my own voice. I sounded like an old man who hadn't spoken in 50 years! It was like the sound of wind rushing through tall reeves of very wiry grass; except a bit rougher and less lively.
I sounded like death…
He never answered my question. I only felt him pick me up with such tenderness that I almost felt like I was being held by a lovely cloud; aside from the feel of jabbing parts of my broken ribs trying to poke out of my skin, and the throbbing pain bellowing inside my head.
Yeah, I definitely hate you…
I heard car doors opening and voices rushing all around me.
"HOLY SHIT! Did you do this, young man?" I'm guessing this guy must have been a paramedic or something, and he was talking to my mystery rescuer.
"No…" I think I like the sound of his voice… "The guys back there did, and a couple got away…"
I could feel myself being lowered gingerly onto a stretcher; but it was nothing like my little cloud…
"Whoareyou?" I somehow managed to mumble out again, trying to gather what extremely little strength I had left to open at least one of my eyes.
"Nobody to you…" He whispered.
Oh you've GOT to be shitting me!!
How much more cliché can this get? –Guy gets his ass wooped. Other guy comes and saves half-dead guys' life. Rescuer guy refuses to reveal his gawd-damn name! Half-dead guy is rushed off to hospital to never discover mystery mans true identity.
Oh my gawd… He's Spiderman!
"Revealyoursecrets!" I felt my lips curl up into a horribly sorry excuse of a smile and tried to wiggle my fingers as if this were some kind of 'Sci-Fi' scene. Yet another failure…
He chuckled softly and something inside me reached out and grabbed onto the velvety sound and held on to it tightly.
It was welcoming. I needed something welcoming…
The paramedic guys began to move the stretcher and my curiosity won over my non-existent strength for a mere second. I managed to barely get my eyes open, and was flooded with an ocean full of aqua.
"Mm… Pretty eyes…" I thought aloud, my eyes closing. I think I heard him chuckle once more before someone shoved a needle in my arm.
I felt almost completely numb except for just a small ache.
And then I was fast asleep.
I still hate you, 'Spiderman'…