"What you writing? Faggot."

"Why don't you just end it already?"

"You're worth nothing, you know that, fairy boy?"

These were the things I heard every day, all aimed at this one boy I didn't even know. For some reason, the words that were spat at him affected me as well. Two months have passed since the beginning of the school year and these guys haven't left him alone for one day. Why wouldn't they just give him a break? Last time I checked he did nothing to bother them, so what is their problem anyway? I sigh as the bell rings, picking up my books and heading off to fourth period. I never paid attention in fourth, partly because it was history and I wasn't interested, but also because he was in this class. The boy I was talking about earlier. I always felt guilty, like it was my fault people did this to him, my fault he never talked, my fault he spends all of his time with head phones stuck in his ears. I wanted to help, but the problem was, the people who picked on him, aren't fans of me either. They tease me, all because I'm bi-sexual. To be honest, I don't see what the big deal is; who I'm with doesn't change them, so why do they even care?

Before I know it, it's the end of the day, and I'm heading to my locker to grab my stuff before walking home. I always wait till the boy leaves before I do, because I feel if he's behind me, something might happen to him, and it'll be my fault. But today, I've waited longer than usual, he still hasn't shown up, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried. So I decided to walk around the area, hoping to find him. My school isn't that big, so it wouldn't take too long.

"Don't look at me like that; you don't even deserve a family, so why should I let you go home?" I turn around, my eyes widened at the scene. The boy was being held up against what I was assuming his locker by his collar. It was one of the guys that usually beat him up, he was the worst. I wanted to scream, call for help. Heck, I wanted to help. But for some reason, I couldn't move, I was just frozen on the spot, being forced to watch the events unfold in front of me, the events that were my fault. I watched as the boy got repeatedly kicked in the legs, over and over. Hearing the screams escape from the boys mouth, the only thing that ever does. Why couldn't I move? I wanted more than anything to run over, and save the boy, but I couldn't. It was one of the worst feelings in the world, feeling so helpless, so useless.

"Have fun getting home, faggot." The boy was dropped to the ground, letting out a small whimper as he collapsed like a ragdoll. I gasped, staring at the broken boy, lying there, motionless. I walked over, slowly. Not wanting to scare him, I wanted him to know that I wasn't going to hurt him, and that I never would. I crouched down in front of him, trying not to make any sudden movements.

"Are you alright?" I asked. Of course not Phil, he just got beaten up and is now lying on the ground unable to walk. He looked up at me, eyes barely staying open.

"Look, if you could tell me your address I can take you home, I promise I won't hurt you" He just stayed still, not moving a muscle. I wasn't sure if it was because he physically couldn't, or if he didn't trust me. I wasn't about to make him do something he didn't want to do, so I took my bag of my shoulder and sat down, leaning against the locker.

"I understand, I probably wouldn't trust anyone either if I went through what you do every day. So I'll just stay here, no one deserves to be alone, especially when they're in a condition like this. Oh, by the way, I'm Phil." I smiled over at him, I saw his eyes soften; he looked less scared than before. I closed my eyes, realizing how tired I actually I was, and how nice it would be to fall asleep, maybe I will…

A/N Hey guys! So this is my first on going fic. And I'm sorry for this chapter being pretty short, I promised myself I would upload the first chapter today. I hope you guys enjoyed reading this! I would love it if you commented, I read them all! :3 Talk to you soon! n_n