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Hello, here's a new story I've been wanting to do since I read 'Perks of being a Wallflower' I love the book and I wanted to do a GLTAS version of it. So here it is.

This story, Razer is explaining things that happened a few years ago in which lead up to the present time. In this chapter, it sort of explains some things from when he first meets Ilana and pretty much how his life turned to shit.

Later in the story he will meet everyone and there will be Razaya, which I look forward to writing. Everything that happened in the show will pop up in it's own secret way and I will be leaving clues in there. Even in the tiniest of things. Hehehe

I don't own GLTAS but I wish I did. I only own my OC's which are based off real people.

High School Story

Saturday, 15 May 2015,

Uhh, how do I start this? Hi ...Hello ...I'm sure you can see I'm not good at this. My friend gave me this thing and it has a microphone which I connect to my Laptop and I think I just talk and it writes it down. Weird. I wouldn't be doing this at all if it weren't for a dear friend of mine who said I should be talking about things that happened a few years ago leading up to around today and just sending it out for at least the possibility that someone to see it, I wouldn't be surprised if no one is seeing this but honestly, I don't care.

Okay ...well, first things first ...hi, my name is Razer, I'm 18 years old, I have short red hair, I have strange birth marks on my face which look like stripes, I'm quite tall, I like wearing black and red a lot, and I hate my life.

Sorry, that was a bit too straight forward, but it's true. You're probably confused at that sudden declaration. I wouldn't be surprised.

So here's why I hate my life. To start off, my Step-Father, his name is Anthony but he calls himself 'Atroscitous' don't ask why, I don't even know. He's an aggressive alcoholic/drug addict and he takes his anger out on myself and my two step-siblings. Their names, Bleez and Zillious, don't ask, they're his kids and he named them. Anyway, his way of releasing his anger, is violence. And I mean real violence. I have scars and bruises on my back, ribs and shoulders that prove my point if you don't believe me. I would show you, but I don't think this thing has a camera of any sort. Oh well, I'll just have to hope you believe me.

Second on the list: School. I used to go to Volkreg Private School. You're probably thinking, oh, he went to a Private School; he must be really rich and really stuck-up right? Wrong. Not everyone that goes to a Privet School is stuck-up. I don't have a lot of money either; and no friends there ...but I have bullies instead. Yay!

I hope you could sense the sarcasm then, because I really hate it there. Seriously, I'm surprised I'm not dead yet! Every. Day. Is exactly. The same. Walk in the front gates, get hit. Walk to my locker, get hit. Sit down in the classroom; you guessed it, get. hit. If I ever miss a day from school for any particular reason the next day the beatings would get worse. The teachers didn't care, everyone else didn't either. Except one girl, her name was Ilana. She was a really sweet girl, really caring and friendly, plus I had a huge crush on her.

I remember one day the beatings got really out of hand and I was on the verge of unconsciousness when she'd come out of nowhere and then pushed the guys away. They complained and some threatened to hit her, but she told them off. I remember being beyond shocked when that happened. She knelt down beside me and she was being ...nice to me. It felt so weird, but good. She helped me to the school nurse and sat with me. When the nurse walked in she wasn't surprised to see me, it had become something of a habit and it kinda turned into some sort of a friendship, the nurse is really nice to me and she cares about me ...I think. I know what you're thinking; Ha! He was friends with one of the staff members at school and he didn't have any actual friends, what a loser.

Yeah ...well I am a loser ...and I'm okay with that ...I think.

So after I was given some medicine and I was all bandaged up, I was seated on one of those bed/chair thingies and Ilana stayed. The bell for class had gone and she didn't move a muscle. The nurse had left to call my step-dad, so Ilana and I were left alone in awkward silence. She was looking around the room, and I just looked at her. I know that sounds creepy, but I was just so confused.

"Why?" I remember my voice being really raspy. She looked over at me and she seemed confused too.

"Why what?"

"W-why did you help m-me?" man, my voice really wasn't working that day. She looked really confused and a little annoyed.

"Because they were hurting you ...I wanted to help you,"

"What about every other time, huh? Or did today just seem like the right day to help!" I didn't mean to snap at her, but I was just beaten up and she's acting like she hadn't noticed before. I've seen her in the crowd of surrounding people who watched every other time.

"I saw you being hurt and I wanted to help you. If I'd known you were going to be an asshole about it I would have left you there!" She then stood up and got ready to leave. Then something came over me, I don't know what it was, but I didn't want her to leave.

"Wait!" My voice hardly made it out but she stopped. She turned around. "I'm sorry...I haven't exactly had a good day, or a good life" the last part she didn't seem to hear. She came back over and sat down on a chair beside me, and then she took hold of my hand. I swear I nearly died at that moment. The only time someone was actually being nice to me and it was my crush! And she was holding my hand!

"It's alright," I was too busy looking at our hands to pay any attention. The nurse walked back in and said that Anthony was on his way here. She also told Ilana to go back to class. She kissed me on the cheek and walked away. I remember it feeling like those old Disney movies where the person who got kissed would slowly sway down to the ground as if they were like a piece of paper. She walked out and the nurse gave me an amused look before walking away. I sat there stunned for half an hour before Anthony walk in with his usual scowl, completely ruining the little happiness I felt before. We walked out of the school and got in the car, and already I could tell he wasn't in a good mood. Well, what he considered a good mood. This was the third time this week he had to take me home for getting beat up. And it was only Wednesday!

He let out a deep aspirated sigh before starting off with a somewhat normal beginning of a conversation. For him, that is. "So...how was school?"

"Fine." I had crossed my arms and slouched in the car seat. "Everything was just fine."

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He hated it when I was being sarcastic. "And you wonder why you have no friends, you're a fucking asshole, that's why," then he hit me upside the head. Did I forget to mention my head was bandaged and I had a killer headache too?

See how before I said Anthony was my step-dad, I'll go a bit further back for you to understand how he came into my life in the first place okay? Okay, well...sigh...a few years before my Mother met Anthony, it was just us two, my actual father left when I was born so I've never met him and I don't plan to anytime soon. I could see that he really hurt her when he left, so I took care of her. We were pretty happy for a broken family but we had each other and that's all we needed. Wow, that sounded really weird, I'm sorry. Anyway, we were really close and we always had fun. Plus, she was really intelligent. Every problem I ever had, be it homework or with friends I used to have, she always knew what to say. It was impossible to win an argument with her, that's one of the many things I miss about her; she would always leave me standing there speechless before I was sent to my room. I regret ever arguing with her.

About three years ago when I was 15, she was diagnosed with Kidney Cancer. At first when she told me, I didn't think anything of it, I just assumed it would go away and everything would be fine, 'all would be well' as one of my friends now says. And really I thought I was right. We went in for treatment, we went and saw many doctors, and they said everything would be fine, and we believed them. I believed them.

But over time, it only got worse, she had collapsed once when she was at work and she was sent to the nearest Hospital. And that's where she met Anthony. He was in the same ward as her, and he was in for...oh, I don't know something to do with getting into a fight of some sort, I wasn't really paying attention, I was mostly focused on the large burn scar he had going up his face. I know, I know, it's rude to stare...but it was huge! I had to ask.

"How did you get the..." I pointed up and down my own face for him to understand on one of the days when I went to visit Mum.

"Oh this?" he then pointed to the scar. "I got this from one of my friends, he accidentally lit my house on fire," Err what? "I was sleeping at the time and I caught on fire and I was sent to hospital, but that was years ago, I'm over it now, I've forgiven him."

"...You have really strange friends," was all I said. He just laughed and placed his hand on my shoulder. "I know kid, I know." Well, he seemed like a relatively nice guy, and mum felt the same. No one had ever nicknamed me 'kid' and I didn't really know how to respond to it.

Several weeks after she was sent to hospital, Anthony was well enough to leave, but, he didn't. Every day after school when I would come in a visit her, he would always be there, and I could never really talk to mum for long before he would bud in and start talking. Mum and I never really had time to ourselves anymore because of him and it was starting to get on my nerves. Okay, that kinda sounded like I was a jealous mama's boy just then but that was seriously how it felt. He started bringing her flowers, he would kiss her on the cheek and she loved it. And I hated it. I couldn't even get a moment to talk to her alone, because no matter what, he was always there.

One day when I walked in to see her, Anthony was holding her hand and they were kissing, I mean really kissing. His other hand went up from resting on her waist to touch her breast and I felt sick.

"Ahem," I coughed and that seemed to get their attention. They broke apart and looked at me a little startled.

"Razer?" she seemed shocked. I just stood there frozen like a statue. "Honey, what are you doing here?" I couldn't believe she actually just said that.

"It's 4:32pm. I came to see you, school finished two hours ago and I wanted to drop in," I looked at Anthony who was smirking at me. "Obviously I wasn't needed," then I walked away. I heard Mum calling out for me to come back but I was too pissed off. I know, mama's boy.

I stormed down the halls and threw open the front doors of the hospital and kicked a metal bin. Small warning: metal + foot, not a good combination. Anyway, after my foot stopped hurting I went for a small walk through the park across the hospital to clear my head. After a few minutes, I sat down on one of the benches. I waited for myself to calm down, but to make things worse, Anthony somehow found me. Because I didn't already feel like shit. He came and sat down beside me and I just stared at my feet. He was the last person in the world I wanted to talk to.

"Hey kid," he tried to start as if nothing had happened, and that just made me angrier. I didn't answer him and he continues. "How are you?" You've got to be kidding me! He then let out a deep sigh. "Listen kid, we didn't want you to find out this way, I'm sorry you had to see tha-" I didn't let him finish because I had gotten up and tried to walk away. See how I said 'tried' yeah, well, I failed because Anthony had got up and had gotten a tight hold of my arm and it really hurt. I tried to pull away but his grip grew painfully tighter. "Don't walk away from me," he snapped, and I could hear the venom in his voice. This was a new side of him I doubt Mum knew about. I turned back to see him glaring at me so I did the same back at him. I finally pulled my arm free and I faced him.

"When did you plan on telling me you and Mother were dating?" our glares never lost their fierceness. Is fierceness even a word? Oh well, it is now.

"Don't try and make this about you, this was our decision, we don't need your opinion about this," I wasn't making any of this about me; I just wanted to know because she's my mother, and he's an asshole who doesn't know the meaning of the word 'privacy'.

"I'm not trying to make anything about me," I snapped. "I just wanted to know since she's my Mother and I never get told anything anymore," Okay when I said that I felt the mama's boy vibe and so did Anthony. I was expecting him to say something to be more of a dick but instead, he sighed again and put his hand on my shoulder. Still, I continued to glare at him.

"She wanted to tell you, but every time you're here, you're always quiet,"

"That's because you're always here!" I shook his hand away and I swear I started seeing red. "I never get time to actually talk to her because you're always here!" And then I growled at him. I mean I actually growled at him. He wasn't the only one who was surprised, that'd never happened before. "Will you do me a favour and just fuck off!" He stood still for a few moments. Then he punched me! I'll admit I kinda deserved it at first but still, he punched me!

I fell back a few metres and held onto my aching jaw. I could feel it throbbing and I knew there was going to be a large bruise. I looked back up at him and he was glaring so hard at me. I think he would have hit me again, but the first one had caught some people's attention so he just glared. But that didn't stop me.

I let go of my jaw and swung my arm out with a lot of force and struck him right in his nose. Or as one of my friends says 'I popped him right in the snout'

He didn't move at all, but I could tell it hurt him. His nose was red and was bleeding; it had already started to swell up quite a lot. He wiped his hand under his nose and examined the blood on his palm. His eyes narrowed dangerously at the blood before staring up at me. I didn't want him to see how scared I was, so I just continued to glare at him. But it wasn't working too well.

I swallowed hard when he began walking towards me.

He took large steps in my direction and gripped a handful of my hair and pulled my face up to look at him. It hurt badly and it felt like he was on the verge of actually ripping my hair out of my head.

He wiped away more blood and tugged harder at my hair. I tried desperately to pull his hands away, but the more I tried, the more pain I felt. I felt tears building up in my eyes and I fought greatly not to let them fall. He had his arm raised, his fist ready to hit me again, but then

"Hey!"

We both turned around and saw a guy about a few years older than me running towards us. He was rather tall, a muscularly built up person. Is muscularly a word? I dunno, anyway, he had dark brown hair and eyes. He wore a deep green t-shirt, black jeans and green shoes. He seemed angry yet worried at the same time.

"Hey, what's going on over here?" he asked, he was trying to choose his words carefully as if he might set off a bomb, and I was pretty sure he would. "What's all this about?"

"That's none of your business!" Anthony snapped. "Leave us! This is none of your concern!" The stranger didn't move an inch. He crossed his arms over his chest and just stood there. Anthony fiercely let go of me, sending me back into one of the trees behind us. He then turned to face the man. Although Anthony towered over him, the man didn't seem at all intimidated. And that pissed Anthony right off.

"I. Said. Leave." The voice he used had sent chills down my spine and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. But the man stood perfectly still. Anthony clenched his jaw tight and balled his fists.

"I'm not going anywhere," the man said, his voice was determined and serious. "I'm not moving until this is all sorted out."

I backed myself further into the tree when I saw Anthony get a hold of the collar on the man's shirt and get ready to hit him. The man stood with a blank expression, he wasn't afraid at all. But I was.

For him.

The man looked over at me for only a second before turning back to Anthony. But from that one split second, I could see he was afraid, he was terrified! But there was something else there too but I didn't know what it was. He looked at me again and I saw it. He wanted me to run, he was pleading for me to run, but I wouldn't.

I stood there for what felt like hours before I did eventually run. I know what you're thinking, but I wasn't running away because I was being a coward. I was running to get help from someone, anyone really.

I ran down the path looking for someone who either worked at the park or a police officer who I hoped would just happen to be walking past. I stopped and turned around and I could Anthony had had him pinned against the tree I had been moment before and he threw a heavy punch to him. I was pretty far away when that happened, but I could hear the sound the impact made and I winced.

I turned around to start running again, but someone had run over towards me. He seemed about the same age as me. He was quite tall and slender, really pale and he had jet black hair which was slicked back and his eyes were huge and seemed nearly black. He wore a dark blue t-shirt with black jeans and black shoes.

It seemed as if he had seen the fight and saw me running too. He stopped a few metres away from me and bent over, resting his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. "I saw ...you running ...from there," He pointed at Anthony and the man who stood up for me. "W-were you running ...away?"

"No ...well, yes, but I ran to get help."

He smiled at me before straightening himself up. "Well... I'm here to help."

I let out a sigh of relief, but then I took another look at the guy, and compared to Anthony, he was like a stick. But he was the only person I found who wanted to help.

We started running back and by the time we got there, the man wearing green had a bleeding nose, a black eye, and had bruises all over his face. I felt terrible that he had gone through all this for me; I really didn't deserve his help. And he really didn't deserve this.

Anthony turned around to face me. I looked beside me and saw that the guy who came to help me had disappeared. I was a little surprised at first, that is until I heard a large thud on the ground in front of me. I turned and saw Anthony passed out in the dirt and the two men standing side-by-side.

I looked at each of them one at a time in complete shock. The man in the blue shirt helped the wounded man to sit down on the park bench only a few feet away. He laid down on his side and clutched at his stomach in pain. Anthony seemed to had struck him a few times in the stomach.

I felt a pang of guilt seeing this guy like this, knowing it was my fault.

"I'm sorry."

He looked up at me and he had seemed confused. "W-what do you mean?" he said.

I knelt down in front of him. "You didn't have to fight him, I...I could have handled it." Even when I said that, I knew it was a lie. There was no way I could have handled him. And I think they both knew it too.

He moved his hand away from his stomach and placed it on my shoulder. "Listen...kid...he was gonna hurt you, and I'm not okay with that. You shouldn't let people control you like that. It's wrong." He had also called me 'kid' too. But coming from him it felt normal. From Anthony...it just didn't seem right.

"Then why didn't you fight back?" He froze for a moment, he didn't have a response. His hand flew back to his stomach and he made a sound that didn't sound at all human. I looked down at Anthony lying in the dirt unconscious, then up at the guy in blue who was leaning his back onto the tree behind him. "H-how did you...?" I trailed off looking up at him, then down to Anthony.

"Pressure point." He said. He held up two fingers and gently tapped his own neck. "He's fine, he be out for a few hours though."

"Thanks." He nodded at me and I turned back to the wounded man in front of me.

"W-why was he t-trying to hit you?" He asked. "H-how do you know him?"

"He...he is dating my mother," I told them. They both seemed shocked and a little startled. "M-my mother is ill and in the hospital over there," I pointed to the large building behind them. "I walked in on them kissing and I stormed out. He walked out after me and I told him to fuck off... and he hit me."

"I saw that last part." He said. "But, then I saw you hit him back. You were trying so hard not to show you were scared. But I saw straight through that." He put his hand on my shoulder again, and he seemed...proud? "You were pretty brave kid." That one moment of happiness was cut short when he began coughing wildly. I looked up to the boy in blue who walked over to him and carefully helped him sit up.

I got up and he swung his arms over both mine and the other guy's shoulder and we got him up. We walked to the front doors of the hospital. Multiple Doctors and Nurses came and they took him off on a hospital bed and he disappeared into the corridors.

I stood beside the guy in blue and I thought I should at least know who he was. I turned to face him, but he was gone. He just...vanished. I turned in a full circle trying to spot him, but it was to no use. He was gone.

I walked back down the halls and back into Mum's ward. And all I can say is...she wasn't happy when she saw the swollen bruise on my face.

Hope you like it. I've been working on this story for a while now and I finally finished the first chapter. Did any of you guys guess who the two mystery people were? That bit wasn't actually intended but I wanted to have some fun.

Hope you like it. Please tell me if you do, I've been really worried about this one. Open to any ideas/suggestions. Please, R&R.