I am desperate for these fanfics so, here it is!

WARNING: This will be a darker fic, including bullying, self harm and suicide thoughts and attempts. Don't like, please tell me! I want to know what people like here. (I'm also desperate for reviews but anyways…) Tenjoy!

Eragon and Saphira are related, and Murtagh is a really close friend. Just to clear that up. I also don't own this. I still cry myself to sleep because of that.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it…." Muttered a brown eyed, brunette boy. He was running from a huge building, where taunts were heard.

"Nerd!"

"Dragon boy!"

"Freak!" All the voices were together, in a choir of verbal hate for the boy. The boy put his head down, stopping so the bullies could catch up to him. They began to punch him, both in the face and the more… sensitive areas. As the final punch was delivered, the boy cried out,

"Stop! It's too much! Why do you hate me so?" His voice was accented in a light French accent, but it sounded regal with his mediocre bass tone. He was knocked to the ground.

"Because reasons, dragon ass." The leader snarled, and slapped the boy, hard. Stars danced in his eyes. A cold sweat formed as one of the bullies said,

"See you tomorrow, Eragon Rider."

Eragon awoke, shaking violently, in a freezing cold sweat. He let out a strangled scream as his eyes burst open. His breathing quickened as he felt a panic attack come on. Oh, damn. Why now? He took a deep, long breath, and, surprisingly, it worked! He sighed happily as he looked at his clock. The joy quickly turned to a jolt of fear when he read the time: 7:08.

Duck, duck, duckie duckie duck… Eragon thought. He pulled on clothes of his favorite color, vibrant blue, as his cousin, Roran Hammer, burst into his room. His brown eyes looked into Eragons' own, deeper brown ones. He was panting slightly, seeing as he woke up suddenly and got up right then and was running two seconds later. His brown hair, darker than Eragons' own light chestnut, was mussed. He massaged the bridge of his nose as he began to talk in a deeper voice than Eragons own.

"I was just having a nice snooze before I have to work, and I am awakened by a scream coming from this damned room." His eyes twinkled with fun as he looked at Eragon curiously. "Why?" Eragon blushed profusely.

"Nightmare. A really bad one. About… Those guys." He ended in a whisper. He rubbed his left arm awkwardly. His hand passed over a fist-shaped bruise that was just fading from over the summer. Roran's eyes melted instantly into concern. He placed his hand on Eragon's shoulder and lowered himself from his 6'2 height to Eragons' 5'4.

"What did they call you? In the dream."

"A nerd, freak, and dragon boy. Oh, and dragon ass." He ended bitterly. Tears threatened to fall as he looked down at his feet. His bottom lip trembled before he bit it and willed himself not to cry. Such emotions came to him with vengeance after he learned he was adopted from an abusive home when he was three. He had asked where his scars came from. They told him. He was shocked. He was also wondering why he looked almost elvish as to Roran's stocky form. He shook his head firmly and looked into Rorans eyes.

"I'm fine." He said, slipping out of the grip on his shoulder. Roran looked at him, shrugged, and walked out of the room, saying,

"School is starting, you know."

"Got it!"

Time skip to school, first hour, Science

Eragon shuddered as he walked into first hour. He hoped that they weren't there. Just his luck, they were. Joy, Eragon thought, I get to be humiliated on the baseball field, drivers ed, AND school! Why does fate hate me so much? He tried to walk silently past the table holding his worst nightmare. Sadly, luck was not on his side. A boy, ten inches taller than him, turned around and saw him. A smirk covered the boys face.

"Hey, Eragon! Ready for school to start?" A sickly sweet voice emitted from the boy's mouth.

"Hey, Galbratorix." Whispered Eragon. Why someone would name their child Galbratorix, he never knew. The other boy placed his hand on his head, cupping his ear.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of your dumbness."

"That was the worst comeback ever." Eragon felt the words flow out of his mouth before he could stop them. He clapped a hand over his mouth, fearful on what was to come. The boy rose slowly out of his chair, towering over Eragon.

"Teacher coming?" He said, out the corner of his mouth.

"Not for a while. She's arguing with the World History teacher if toads exist."

"Saphira coming? Or Murtagh?"

"Nope."

"Perfect." Galbratorix grabbed Eragon's hand and reached behind him. Eragon was shaking. A hammer came into view. Eragon's heart skipped about million beats.

"No! Please don't…" He cried. Galbratorix grinned, and brought his face close to Eragons.

"Now, you were messing around with this hammer, and you accidentally smashed it on your thumb, got it?" Eragon nodded, too scared to disagree. His hand was laid on the table, fingers splayed. Galbratorix took a firm hold on the hammer, and tapped Eragon's thumb with the flat end.

"One, two, three!" Eragon got an image of a tree being split by an ax. That wasn't the case, seeing as his thumb was red and swelling quickly. He realized he was screaming. Through a red haze of pain, he saw a blonde haired, blue eyed girl and a guy who looked a lot like himself attack Galbratorix. The girl stopped fighting and ran out into the hallway. She came back, legitimately dragging the teacher behind her and to Eragon. Tears streamed down Eragons face as he looked at the teacher.

"Oh, dear… What happened?" The teacher asked.

"I am telling you, he was bullied, and a hammer was smashed onto his thumb by the bully! Check the security cameras! Don't we have those?" The girl shrilled. The teacher dryly chuckled.

"No, we do not, Saphira. The school is working hard for the money to get those. Now, Eragon, is the pain dull or sharp?"

"S-sharp…" Eragon stuttered. "I w-want… M-my uncle… W-where is Roran?"

"Roran is coming soon, we just called your house."

"O-ok…"

"Eragon, who did this?" The teacher asked kindly. Eragon remembered the warning:

Now, you were messing around with this hammer, and you smashed it on your thumb, got it?

"I was messing around with the hammer, and I smashed it on my thumb."

"Not true! Tell the truth Eragon!" Saphira scolded him. Eragon shook his head.

"That is the truth, Saphira." He felt guilty lying to her, but he had to, he had to! This was all for her. All the pain and bullying was to protect his younger sister. It had all started in fifth grade and was still going on in Junior year. When it got horrid, he remembered it was for her.

It was all for Saphira.

Like it? Hate it? Please R and R, or I will horribly injure Eragon! I am holding a sixteen year old Dragon Rider for ransom. I have gone over the edge officially.