The New Kid

"RONIN! GET THE FUCK UP!" Ronin's father yelled, pounding on Ronin's door.

"I'm awake, I'm awake." Ronin sighed and sat up in his bed.

"HURRY UP AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL" His dad shouted from down the hall.

Ronin got out of bed and sighed, walking into the bathroom. He looked at himself as he brushed his teeth. He had an indentation in the middle of his chest. Suicide attempt number one. Ronin spit into the sink and rinsed his mouth. He winced at the pain that came from the bruise on his neck. Suicide attempt number two. Ronin grabbed a brush and started combing his hair. He wasn't a very impressive or tough looking male. He was only five feet and two inches tall, but his muscles were more prominate than a regular males'. Although muscular, Ronin was a very thin boy, the outlines of his ribs were very noticable. Along his arms were some of the only imperfections on his lightly tanned skin; scars from when he cut. The other imperfections were scars on his back, done by his father. Ronin had black hair that he swept forward in that goth/punk/emo way. He had two lip piercings, a septum piercing, and an eyebrow piercing. His eyes were gray, with small specks of blue. His eyelids were permantally a dark purple and he had dark circles under his eyes.

"RONIN! HURRY THE FUCK UP!" His father yelled to him.

Ronin sighed and walked into his room. Time to be hated... He thought to himself as he got dressed. He wore black slim cut jeans with chains on them, a white tank underneath a black jacket. He put his chained choker on to hid the bruise on his neck. He put his gothic styled boots on and grabbed his backpack before going downstairs.

"Car..Now!" His dad yelled and Ronin did what he was told to.

Why do I bother? I'm just going to get bullied again! And then that's going to push me to yet another failed suicide attempt...

It was at times like this Ronin missed his mother the most. It was almost three months ago that she was killed. One month after she was killed, Ronin stabbed himself in the chest and was in a coma for a week. And just a couple weeks ago, Ronin tried to hang himself. Every suicide attempt got him moved to another school, but this time, there was no choice but to move to another town.

***Ronin's POV***

I sighed as my dad pulled up to the school. I really wasn't happy about going to another new school. I never make friends, everyone hates me. My dad and I were silent as we walked to the principal's office.

"Hi there. You must be Ronin Haito. I'm Lady Tsunade, this schools principal." The blond woman said

I just nodded.

"I have your schedual here for you." She smiled and handed me a piece of paper. "And you don't have to worry about being bullied. I will not allow that."

"Um...thanks." I quietly said as I took the piece of paper.

"And to get you familiar with the school, and for you to meet somebody. I had your neighbor agree to show you around. He should be here pretty soon."

"I will be going then." My dad shook hands with Lady Tsunade then left.

"He seems nice." She said.

I just sighed and looked around a bit. After a few minutes, the door to the office opened and in came a blond boy...who resembled a girl.

"I'm here, Lady Tsunade. Hm." He said.

"Great. Ronin, this is Deidara. Deidara, this is Ronin."

"Nice to meet you Ronin." Deidara put his hand out.

"Nice to meet you too, Deidara." I shook his hand.

"Well, lets get moving, hm. I should probably show you around."

"That would be helpful." I was mentally choking myself.

We walked out of the office and down the hall.

"What's your schedual like?" Deidara asked.

I handed him the paper.

"We have every class together, un?"

"I wouldn't know." I rolled my eyes.

"So I don't really have to walk you through your classes until I go there. Well, anyway, tell me about yourself, hm." Deidara said as we walked through the halls.

"Why? So you can use it against me when you're bullying me?" I sighed.

"I wouldn't think to bully you, hm. I just want to get to know you better."

"Well...then what do you want to know?" I asked. Was he lying? I couldn't tell.

"Anything you're willing to share." Deidara said, pulling me into a large and empty(by that I mean no people) room. "This is so nobody else hears, hm."

"Well...I'm the youngest in my family. I have two older sisters and a dick for an older brother. I've attempted suicide twice in the past couple months. I got bullied a lot. And-"

"Ok! Enough depressing talk, ok? Tell me, what do you like to do, hm?" Deidara asked.

"I love singing, playing the piano and guitar, photography, drawing, and anything that has anything to do with art. They help me escape this nightmare of a life." I looked away. "Go ahead and make fun of me, I won't blame you."

"Now why would I make fun of you, un? You seem really cool to me! And I couldn't bring myself to make fun of somebody who loves art, hm." Deidara put a hand on my shoulder. "And if you don't mind, I would really like to see some of your work."

"R-really?" I asked, shocked.

"Hell yeah, un!"

"What would you like to see? I have some of my drawings and I have my camera." A smile tugged at my lips.

"Hm... I think I'd like to see some pictures." Deidara smiled

I took my backpack off and located my camera. I turned it on and started going through the pictures then came to a video and stopped.

"What's this, hm?" Deidara took the camera and played the video, watching in horror.

The video showed me being raped then whipped multiple times by my dad, leaving me crying and bloody.

"I-I never would have guessed... I'm so sorry..." Deidara whispered, handing me my camera.

"Just don't tell anybody, please." I turned my camera off.

"I want to help you, hm."

The bell rang. It was time for school to start.

"Come on, lets go to class."

"Lead the way."

Deidara nodded and we walked to our first hour class.