A/N: So, I have no idea what I was thinking when I started writing this story, but I really think this is a good story and I hope I can keep up with this one and updating a few more, since I know some people want me to redo a certain AkuRoku fic. But anyways enjoy. Also, I don't own Kingdom hearts, Nor the song(s) or book(s) that may be or are mentioned in here.
It's 10:00 a.m. and I overslept for school. How Lovely. I can hear my alarm beeping from across my bed on the nightstand and I'm just wondering how I slept through it. Slowly, I blink my eyes open to see the blurry sight of my room. Some posters on the wall, clothes scattered around the floor, and the window giving a bit of light to shine in onto my desk with my computer. I'm up now. Might as well get ready and try to make it to school. I thought reluctantly as I forced myself to sit up in my bed.
"Zexion! Get your ass down here!" I hear my dad drunkenly slur. Oh great, he's already drunk at this time of the morning. Maybe if I stay up here he'll forget I'm here. Or maybe that he has a son temporarily. I wait a few seconds and I see that he has not called for me yet, so I force myself to scoot over to the edge of the bed, now scanning the floor for any clean clothes. And aha! I spot a good pair of jeans and a nice red shirt laying right underneath my window. Now standing up and quickly grabbing said clothing, I start making my way to the bathroom.
"Zexion! I just said to get down here!" He angrily slurred. Well, he hasn't forgotten about me, and now I won't be able to slip out away from him. Looks like he's going to cut off another half hour on me trying to get to school. . I thought as I slipped into the bathroom, closing the door with a click, to see the mirror that hung on the door. I hated how mirrors showed my reflection back at me. It showed how ugly and disgusting I was. After staring at the mirror for a moment, staring at my pale skin and blue hair, I slipped out to the night pants I had slept in and into my jeans I found. Then, I began changing into my red shirt and began to hear footsteps coming upstairs a bit steadily, but stumbling over each other. Shit. He's coming upstairs. Shit, Shit, Shiiiit. My thoughts yelped as I hurried to finish putting on my shirt.
"Zexion. You're gonna get it worse than you already have it." He growled. Maybe I should just hide in the bathroom. I mean, my dad could just go up into the room and think I crawled out the window and think I went to school and then I could leave. But then I would be in for something worse than now. And I didn't need that anymore than I wanted it. "I'm in the bathroom, dad." I called out to him, and sure enough, after a bit of stumbling up the rest of the stairs, he came to the bathroom door and kicked it open as soon as I had pulled down my shirt and started towards me. Compared to my dad, I was really scrawny for a high-schooler. He practically loomed over me, and with that smell of alcohol. Ugh, it was so strong. Why did he have to be drunk this early in the morning?
"Zexion, get in that bedroom. Now." He demanded. Honestly thinking about doing what my dad said was just terrifying and my body reacted with not budging. Which clearly pissed off my dad even more. "I said." He latched his hand onto my wrist and began to try and drag me. Which came an immediate reaction of digging my heels into the carpet, trying to keep myself in one place. But sadly, that didn't work. My dad is much stronger than me and basically dragged me to the door, where as I latched my free and onto it, holding on for dear life.
"Get. In. That. Bedroom." He ground out. And for once in my fifteen year old life, I completely jerked myself away with all the strength I had and trembled, staring at him. Wait. What did I just do? My thought questioned me. Oh whatever god that was up in the sky, looking down at me, I was hoping he would strike me now. My dad stood there, glaring at me, and I continued to tremble, avoiding his glaring. As soon as he went to grab my wrist again, something went off.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
The song continued to go on until my father realized it was his phone. Work phone to be exact. He grumbled something before turning and starting to head downstairs to where his phone was. I let out a soft sigh of relief, but then he stopped. "If you're here by the time I get off that phone with whoever in God's name interrupted us, you're in for something worse than what you think it is." He slurred before heading down to the main floor again. Well, now my mood is ruined, but at least I'm still in one piece. Untouched so far. Quickly, I scurry out of the bathroom and into my room, looking for a pair of shoes. Quickly I bend down and reach underneath my bed, pulling out a pair that was hidden there, by luck. Scrambling quickly to get the on, I realize, I need a jacket. Fuck, I'll just grab one on the way down. I thought. I'd tie my shoes before walking to school. Now glancing around my room, I needed my backpack. And catching a spot of grey on the floor, I pulled into out to and yep. It was my backpack. Picking in up and standing up now, I grabbed it by the strap and swung it over my shoulder and skittered to the bathroom quickly.
Only spending about five to seven minutes in there, I brushed my teeth, washed my face somewhat and at least brushed my hair to where it wouldn't seem like a mess of bed-head. Then hurrying down the stairs, grabbing a hoodie that hanging on one of the rails and looking at the hallway. The living room was on the left, where my dad was, and by the sound of it, he was still on the phone. The kitchen was on the right, and as tempting as it was for me, I skipped going in there to grab something to eat. And there was the door. Only a few sweet steps in front of me. And I took those few steps, swung the door open, ran out and closed it as well. Now out of that hell-hole, I bent down to tie the shoe laces of my shoes so I wouldn't trip over them. I also peeked into my backpack to see if everything I needed was in there. Thank god it was. And the hoodie I grabbed was my favorite one. A nice big and grey one. I slipped it on and left the hood to cover my pale blue layered hair. Wait! My phone! I quickly checked the parts in my backpack the zipped up, and thankfully it was there! Zipping up my backpack and slinging it over my shoulder I headed off to school, hoping that today wouldn't be as god awful as every other day I went. But being me, I knew it would be just as bad, if not worse. But I would deal with it like every other day, until school was over, and then I could go to my sweet escape. Something that made me happy in this so called world.
The first few hours of school when I got there passed by like a blur. It was about 12:20 p.m. when I got there and I had to explain how I had got delayed by my father because "our car caught a flat". Lying to the school board was easy, since I was a good student. I tried not to miss as many days, and I always did the best I could in each class. So after that, I had went to the library to read a book. Something I had my eyes on a while. And when I went inside, the book was there. "Coffee Will Make You Black." A book that was worth reading, even if it seemed uninteresting. After that good thirty minutes of reading and the bell rang, it was off to general science. Which was a bore actually. Then there was Gear up, a class preparing us for high school, and that passed quickly, like time was just zooming by, for the sake of myself, which I was actually grateful for, for once in my life. It was Spanish class that made my life a miniature hell in school.
The teacher had decided to give us the period to catch up on work for once, but everyone else took it as the time to "pick on Zexion for not being there for the first few classes". And it's exactly what they did. Three kids, two blonde, one with neon blue hair; two male and one female. . Or at least I think she was, came up to me. I was sitting in the back of the room, muttering a few words in Spanish as they came up to me. The worse that they actually did was hit me with a few books and smack me around a bit. And you wonder where the teacher is when all this happens. Well she was sitting right there, but apparently, they had someone cover for them. They continued on, adding that I needed to go die and that I was worthless. But nothing new, right? Enduring it the most I can, the bell finally rings and they back off. Now, I can get out of here and go to my sweet escape.
A/N: Okay! And that's the end of that. I made this so intense what is this? Anyways, I hope you liked it, and I'll try to update this everyone Saturday or Sunday. But for now, Enjoy wondering what awaits Zexion after his day of school~