I practically dreamt this and I just couldn't help myself. Well, enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing cause if I have had we would have seen many Razaya kisses. I also don't own 'Faceless' by Red.

I feel a slight pain in my right shoulder. I know that I've just bumped into someone. Or someone has just bumped into me.

"Watch your steps, freak!"

The 'freak' being myself, along with a lot more nicknames like 'nerd', 'weirdo', 'ditzo' and a lot mean ones. The only ones who use my name are the teachers. Sigh. Yes, I am one of those bullied kids who just want to live their lives and be left alone by the brats who don't care about the effect of their words and actions. Anyway, that is one good example for anytime when someone 'accidentally' bumps into me. I run one of my hands through my short locks of red hair and blow out another sigh.

I am not exactly liked in my high school. I have a heck of a position, they all hate me without even knowing me. Not that I care too much. I just try not to pay to them any attention. I want just to get over this. Sigh. I want this to end soon. "I'm sorry." I mumble between gritted teeth and lower my head even more. I really want to be invisible. Or at least not regarded as an extraterrestrial. I am not known for my social skills and I also made no attempt to socialise with them. They hate me, I hate them. That simple. But I know that life isn't just this simple and that I should probably try to have at least one friend. But enough with my babbling. It's not that important. I decide to do what I usually do on the hallways of the school or in my way to school and back home. Listen to music. I put my earphones on and the first song from my playlist starts playing. I try not to hum the lyrics and continue to walk. In a corner, I spot Zox and the other members from the Red Gang. Allow me to explain to you why and how I came to be hated and everything. Around three years ago I moved in this city with my devil of an uncle. My biological parents died when I was little and my uncle adopted me. After my first day in this high school, that happened to be the first day of school, Zox and his gang asked me to be one of them. I refused and he sweared to make me regret my actions and words. I didn't exactly use friendly words. Anyway, this is how everything started. I am also considered an 'emo boy' just because I like to wear only black, red and grey. Like today. I am wearing a black t-shirt with a grey skull on it, a red jacket over it, black jeans and black boots.

'I' bump into someone again, and that someone makes me drop everything I have been carrying. I growl as one of my earphones falls, allowing me to hear him saying:

"Be more careful, you freak!"

I growl again and start grabbing my things. I hate them so much! And this is just the beginning of the second week of school. Isn't it great?! I am officially in the junior grade, not that this counts too much as even the younger students adopted that behaviour with me. I clutch my things to my chest and continue to walk to my first class from today. Chemistry. I put the fallen earphone back, ignoring the ones around me.

After a few minutes, as the song is changed again, I close my eyes at the beginning of it. But a second later I find myself bumping into someone. It's for the third time today! I open my eyes as all my things fall on the floor. Again! Another one of my earphones falls, making me hear the voices of the other students.

"I am sorry." I hear, causing me to look at the person in question. I have never seen him before so I suppose he is new. He has almost black eyes, his skin is darker that mine and his hair is black and a little long. He is dressed into a blue checkered shirt, black jeans and black boots. "Here, let me help you."

I growl and bend down, taking my stuff without his help. He will be like them soon enough so there is no need to socialise with him.

"My name is Saint Walker. And yours?"

I grab all my things and look back at him. He is smiling at me. He is way too happy and, from what it seems, hopeful that we 'are going' to be friends.

"About to kick that smug rear of yours!" I mumble.

"That's not a pleasant name. No-..." I don't hear him anymore as I put my earphone back on. His expression is still happy despite the fact that I chose to ignore him. I walk past him and sigh. After I go through a door and get to the first floor, I bump into someone again, and this time all our things fall on the floor. Damn it! What's wrong with me today? I take my earphones down and look at the person in front of me. It's... a girl? She has piercing blue eyes, silvery blonde, shoulder-length hair and pale skin. She is... gorgeous! She is wearing a white dress, a green jacket over it and green boots. She gives me a shy smile.

"I apologize." She says and flutters her eyelashes. As she spoke, I noticed her sing-sang voice. She is even makeup! Black mascara and light green lip gloss. I have never seen her before so I suppose that she is another new student, like that guy... Something Walker.

"I am sorry too." I mumble, knowing that in a week or so she is going to hate me without even knowing me. Wait, what?! Why do I care? She tries to kneel down in order to grab her things but I stop her. "It's alright. I've got them." I say and kneel down. I grab what she was holding. One of her notebooks is open at the first page and I can read her name. "Your name is Aya?" I ask her and look up at her. She nods.

"Yes. What is your name?"

I can't help but give her a small smile. "Razer." I say and place a Chemistry book over a notebook. I notice that she had been carrying two books and three notebooks, along with a pen in one of the notebooks.

"Nice to meet you, Razer." She says and kneels down. I hand her her things. "Thank you." She replies and her smile grows. "You are very nice." I can feel my cheeks burning. "There is a big probability that much boys would have just taken their belongings and left without helping."

I shrug as she places her things next to her feet.

"Here. Allow me to help you too."

"Your help is not necessary." I mutter.

"You helped me and, in turn, I help you. Is there a problem?"

I sigh. "I think not." I mumble. She does help me. She then takes her books and notebooks and clutches them at her chest.

"I apologize." She repeats.

"What for?" I ask and get up. It is now when I notice that everybody is ignoring us.

"For bumping into you. I think I got lost and I was trying to find the classroom in which I will have my first class."

"You are new?"

She nods.

"I know every corner of this building. I suppose I can show you where the classroom is, if you don't mind, of course."

"I would really appreciate this." She says.

I nod. "What do you have first?"

"Chemistry."

My eyes grow wide. "Hall 14 C?"

She nods. "Affirmative."

"With Sayd?"

"Yes. May I inquire on why you are asking all these questions?"

"Because that's my first class too. I think that we are going to be classmates."

I see something flash within her eyes.

I hear the bell that announces us about the beginning of our classes. "We are going to be late if we don't hurry up. Sayd is a nice person but she doesn't like it when someone is late at her class."

"Then we should proceed."

I nod. "Second floor, hall 14 C."

I step into the hall 14 C with Aya behind me. There are a few classmates already here. All the heads turn towards us but seeing me, their eyes fix on Aya. I try not to growl at the boy's fixed eyes on Aya. I go to my usual seat, being the first one from the window. No one ever stays with me. I take a seat and place my schoolbag on the chair next to me. Aya stops next to that chair and looks at me strangely.

"What?" I growl.

"May I take a sit?"

I look at her incredulously. "You want to stay with me?!"

"Yes. Why would I not?"

"Because... no one ever stays with me."

"Well, I will."

I nod and take my schoolbag, placing it under the table.

"Thank you." She says and sits down. I put my earphones back on and pull my Chemistry notebook out of my schoolbag. I open the notebook at the last page and start writing down, for the possible millionth time, the lyrics from the song. I start tapping my foot along with the melody, probably startling Aya. I sigh and close my eyes, trying to get myself away from this world. I sigh again and finally open my eyes as the song comes to an end. I look at Aya who seems focused on talking to that boy from earlier. He is in the same class as I am? Damn it! I put pause on my MP3Player without anyone noticing so I am able to listen to their conversation.

Aya giggles and tucks a few rebelious stray bangs behind her ear. "I will be looking forward to the dinner." She says. What the hell did I miss?!

"Don't forget about what I told you, Aya. It is very important."

"I will not." She says.

What the hell?! They are dating?! Why do I feel this way? Why am I jealous? Clear your thoughts, Razer! Think about her, think about her! 'Her' is my former lover. Her name is... was Ilana. She died two years ago. It was summer holiday and my uncle had some business into my old city so we returned there for a few weeks. After dropping me to my old house, my uncle left. He came two days after and I asked him as politely as I could to drive me to Ilana's house. He grinned and accepted. I tried to call her but she did not answer. Neither her parents did. When I got there, I found her laying on the floor in her room, dead. She had been shot twice in her heart. It appeared that her parents left that morning and someone broke into the house and killed her. The police found no one.

"I will talk to you after this class." Aya continues. He nods and leaves in order to find a empty table. I take my earphones down and sigh.

"He is in the same class as we are?" I ask her.

Aya looks at me. "Who? Saint Walker?" I nods so she continues. "Yes."

"Then why did you choose to stay with me instead of staying with your boyfriend?" I ask and cross my arms over my chest.

"That is illogical. Saint is not my boyfriend."

"You were talking about a dinner." I say and she probably realizes that I was eaverdropping.

"Affirmative. Saint is not my boyfriend." She repeats. "He is my brother."

My eyes grow wide and I am sure that my heart has just skipped a beat. "Brother?"

"Well, we are not blood related. He was given to adoption when he was little due to the fact that his parents died. My parents adopted him years ago because they were unable to have another child."

"How so?" I ask, now both confused and curious. Weird, but she is the only student with whom I talked so much.

"While I was born, some complications appeared. My mother decided to sacrifice herself for me if needed. Luckily, it was not needed but the doctors gave her the news about her inability of having another child. She was pained but she was also grateful that she had managed to give me birth. I gave them the suggestion of adopting a child and Saint Walker... they were unable not to like him." She finishes with a sigh.

"He was... very lucky." I mutter and Aya nods. I really meant it. Not too many kids are this lucky, to be adopted by a family who really loves and cares about them. I am part of the less lucky ones. Damn it, of course I am not that lucky! I don't know the reason why, but I feel like I am interested in Aya; in her life and everything.

I sigh and return my attention back to my notebook only to be distracted when someone opens the door. I look to the door and see Ghiata. She is the only impartial student from this high school, meaning that she has never behaved with me like the others. We have been barely talking to each other but she seems a nice person. She is wearing a violet dress, a pink jacket over it, and violet ankle-lenght boots. Her hair is brown and her eyes have a pleasant green-blue hue. I recall that she is a Star Sapphire; they are a dance group formed only from women, pink, violet and everything girly, you got the idea. Her aunt, Aga'po, is both the dance instructor and the doctor from the high school. I really do not know how she has enough time for both of these. Have I already mentioned that Ghiata is a matchmaker? She likes to 'find' love between two persons and when she does find it, she is unstoppable in her 'mission' of making them get together.

"Hello, Aya." She says and stops in front of Aya.

"Hello. Do you request something?"

"Yeah. I talked to my aunt. Announce your mother than she will start Monday."

"I will, thank you."

"It was nothing." She says and walks further.

"What was that about?" I ask.

"My mother managed to find a job as an assistant for the dance instructor of the Star Sapphires."

"Oh." I mumble.

I am walking through the hallways, heading towards my next class, Physical Education. With other words, I have to go out. I sigh and delve my hands into my pockets. All I want is that this day will end sooner. I open the door and get out. A few of my classmates are already outside. I walk in their direction but I only go to a tree. I feel a slight pain in my shoulder. Again?! I turn my head and look at the person who has just bumped into me. It's Saint Walker.

"I apologize, Brother."

I growl. "Watch your steps!" I hiss at him.

"I did not mean to..."

"Shut up!" I growl. "Do you have a problem with me?"

He looks at me. "But you, do you have a problem with yourself?"

"I have only one problem but I intend to correct it!" I say and try to punch him. He avoids my fists and smiles. It only makes me more angry and I try to land a hit on him again. He avoids this one too. Damn it! Usually there is no one able to avoid my punches. I throw a fist in his direction again but he grabs my fist. "Let me go!" I growl. He does as I said and starts walking away. "I am not done with you yet!" I hiss at him. I try to hit him from behind but he avoids it and I find myself punching the air. Fuck! "Sit still so I can hit you!" I growl.

"No, Brother. You sit still." He says and manages to place two fingers of the back of my neck, applying some pressure on a nerve. I growl but not from pain. I am used to even worse. I grab his forearm and slam his back against a tree. I grab his training jacket in my left hand and get ready to finally land a punch on hit.

"Stop!" I hear. I clench my teeth as I recognize the voice. Why her? Why now?

I lift my right fist and try to hit Saint Walker but someone grabs my forearm.

"I said stop!"

I look at Aya and growl. "Get away!"

"I will not allow you to hurt him."

"Let go of my arm!"

"Let him go!" She says firmly. I frown.

"Leave me alone!" I snap and try to set my arm free but her grip only tightens. Without even knowing what I am doing, I slowly release Saint Walker from my grip. I try to jerk my arm away but my attempt only brings Aya closer to me. "Let. Me. Go!" I growl at her. Her brow furrows and her lips pinch together, thinned. Her gaze wandered to the tree and she finally releases my arm.

"Next time try a different approach. Talk, do not try to hit." She says and walks away. As she turns around, I let my gaze wander to her rear.

I sigh as I put everything in my schoolbag. The classes have just finished and it's only me, Aya and Saint Walker in the classroom. We had two hours of math.

Anyway, I tense up when I hear a thunder. My gaze wanders to a window and I can see that it is raining. Damn it! I have no umbrella! I sigh again and put my earphones back on. I put my schoolbag over one of my shoulders and get out of the classroom, followed by Aya and Saint Walker. I sigh once again and delve my hands into the pockets from my jacket.

As I walk through the hallways, I think only about what will meet me home if he is there. 'He' is my uncle, Atros. He left a few days ago as he usually does and when he comes back 'home' and if I do something he finds unfit, he beats me. I am used to it but I just can't stand it anymore.

Lost in my thoughts, I open the door and try to get out but someone grabbing my shoulder makes me stop. I look behind me only to find Aya next to me. I take one of my earphones down.

"Why did you stop me?" I ask her and raise an eyebrow.

"It is raining."

"I know, I heard."

"Look outside." She says. I sigh and do as she said. It is now when I notice how hard it is raining.

"Fuck!" I growl. Aya's grip on my shoulder tightens for a split second before she takes her hand away.

"You cannot walk through this rain." Saint Walker says.

Yes, walk. I have a car and driving licence but I prefere to walk. I always choose the longest path to school, away from the others. "I can handle it." I mumble. Yeah, sure. Not even me believes what I have just said. It is like hell out there.

"You will get yourself wet." Aya says.

I feel my cheeks burning at her comment. "I will wait here until the rain stops."

"It does not seem to stop. It will become worse." She mutters.

I sigh. "And?"

"And my father should be here soon. You may come with us if you want to."

"I am fine by myself, thanks." I say and roll my eyes. "Plus, it is not me to decide wheter or not to come with you."

"He will not mind."

"I highly doubt that." I mutter and look at her. She smiles at me.

"I can assure you that he will accept my request."

I sigh. "I just can't win an argument with you, can I?"

"The chances are pretty low." She replies. "So you will come with us?"

"If your father doesn't mind." I mumble.

Her smile grows.

I sigh and get into the car, on the back seat, next to Saint Walker. Aya was right, her father accepted. He has a dark green car.

"I am Hal Jordan. And you are?"

I look at him. He is smiling at me. "Razer."

"Nice to meet you."

I mumble something similar and put my earphones back on. He starts driving.

"Razer!" I am snapped out my daydream by Aya who has just taken one of my earphones down.

"What?"

"He does not know the location of your house."

"Oh." I start giving him indications.

"Thank you." I mumble and get down from the car.

"It was nothing, really." Mr. Jordan says. I take my goodbyes and walk into the house. It is still raining and as I get soaked to my skin. I sigh and run my right hand through my hair. I walk into the living room where the maid is cleaning.

"Hello." She greets me.

I mumble something and try to walk upstairs but the sound of footsteps makes me stop.

"Razer."

I have to stop myself from growling as my uncle comes into my line of sight. "You are here." I mutter.

"You are dissmised." He says to the maid.

"But I still have..."

"You are dissmised." He repeats and clenches his teeth. Something went wrong in his affairs. The main leaves. Atros turns his attention towards me. "How was your day?"

"Like you would care." I reply and cross my arms over my chest. He growls and comes to me, taking hold of one of my forearms and slamming my back against a wall. I stop myself from growling.

"I asked you a question, you will answer!" He growls and his grip on my wrist tightnes. "Well?"

"Like any other day." I answer after a few seconds, knowing that I will have a new bruise on my body.

"Good boy!" He grins and his pupils dilate.

This time I do not stop my growling. "Let me go!"

His fist clenches harder around my wrist. "You have no right to tell me what to do! I saved you from a miserable life, I brought you in my house and I raised you. You should not be inpolite with your savior."

Savior? Really? What the hell? He makes a few steps backwards, forcing me to walk forward. He throws me on the floor and one of his feet makes contact with my stomach. I groan in pain and start coughing. I look at his smirking face with so much hate that I am surprised that he isn't reacting to it.

"Get up!" He orders.

I refuse.

"Get. Up. Now!"

Fuck! I do as he said, stumbling a little.

"Good boy!"

"I am not your pet!" I split out and cough again as a jolt of pain courses through my body. His grin only grows. Son of a bitch! He comes closer to me and punches me hard. I fall on the floor again, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing how hard it hurts. My lower lips hurts and I feel the unique taste of blood. Damn it! It's not for the first time when he hurts me that hard. I get up stumbling a little and deliver a punch to his face. I do hit him, making him stumble a few steps backward. I hit him again and again, making sure to make him feel a similar pain to mine.

Suddenly he grabs one of my fists and grips hard. I growl as I hear small cracking sounds. Fuck! He releases me. "I don't want to see you again today." He growls. I nod and leave. Yeah, like I want to see him. I go to my room and straight into my bathroom. I look at my own reflection in the mirror. Small beads of blood are falling down my chin from my lower lip. I sigh and look at my own eyes. As alwyas, I see no other emotions excepting hate. My eyes are dark blue, somber, mysterious. I sigh again and lick my lower lip, trying to stop the bleeding. I turn on the water from the sink and wash my face, getting rid of any traces of blood. I turn the water off and look at my reflection again. Small waterdrops are flowing on my cheeks and chin, tracing my tattooes. Yes, I have facial tattooes. Two under each eyes and three on my chin, running down from my lower lip. I let out a low growl and run one of my hands through my hair. I hate him! After the death of my parents, if I could have chosed, I would have gone anywhere but here. This is hell, almost literally.

I sigh and go into my room. I take my jacket and t-shit off and put on a grey t-shit. I sigh again and sit on my bed, putting notebooks and books everywhere. I take my MP3Player and put my earphones on. I start doing my homeworks as the first song starts playing.

After at least one hour I get bored and go to the last page of a notebook. It has no drawings on it so I start my little hobby. As the song changes, I start tapping my fingers on the notebook, in time with the rhythm of the song. I open my mouth and start humming the lyrics. I have been humming them so often that I know them with no problems. As the chorus comes, I close my eyes and continue singing.

"I'm not, I'm not myself

Feel like I'm someone else

Fallen and faceless

So hollow, hollow inside

A part of me is dead

Need you to live again

Can you replace this

I'm hollow, hollow and faceless."

It may seem weird, but this is how I feel. Dead inside. Hollow. Not myself. Faceless. I sigh with bitterness and open my eyes. I stop singing and let out a low growl.

Beatings. Pain. Fear. Rage. Hate. These are what I have been knowing for years. I am so shattered, so broken that I would never be put back. No one can help me. Not that I want help. They all judge me, but they do not know me. They do not know my pain, not just physical but emotional too. They do not know who I am, nor what I have been through. No one cares. And I have to stop caring. I have to stop feeling sorry for myself. I have to stop lamenting. I just need some time.

Sigh. No one knows me, nor my pain, my sufferince, my life. But I wish someone knew. I wish someone cared. I wish someone helped me. I wish I could get rid of this hollow feeling, of everything that has been eating me from inside out. I wished not to be myself, at least for a day. I want to live, to really live. I wish... I wish so many things that I am afraid that I wish too much. Sigh. I just need someone willing to accept me as I am, to help me, to care about me. I know, I know. That's not possible. The only ones who did care are now deads and they are never coming back. I would do anything just to be with them again. Just to hug them one more time and to take goodbye.

I can't get rid of the darkness surrounding me. I can't get rid of my inner demons, I can't be how I want to be. I can't heal nor save myself. I can't put back the shattered pieces of my broken soul.

There is darkness everywhere. There is darkness around me and within me and I have no other choice than to succumb to it, to accept it. I have no way of getting out, I have no beacon of light to lead my way. I am alive but I am dead inside. Sigh. All I want is a small light, a sign, or a visible path. All I need is an Angel.

I cannot believe how depressing I made this! But I hope you like it.

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