A/N: This is Derrek from BigTimeGaga and I present you with my story that isn't anything like my other story "Counting On You". This story is more serious and I have to say I cried while typing some of this XD. If you like this please review and tell me. Also please read Counting On You if you haven't I think it's really good. Well here you go Chapter 1. *Serious Vibe*

"Help!" Carlos screamed through the halls of the school but it was in vain. No one was going to help him. No one helps the nerd who was also gay on the homophobic side of town. He could only hope that someone would come to his rescue but no one did as the hockey team pulled him into the bathroom. His nimble fingers trying to loosen their grasp to get them to let go. He felt someone push him from behind and he watched as the lights in the bathroom cut on revealing one of the hockey members that was pulling him into one of the stalls.

He closed his eyes as his head was forced into the toilet bowl. He held his breath for as long as he could, feeling the tormentor grind his face into the cold water. When he was pulled up he gasped for air and felt his glasses fall off and heard the distant sound of them hit the floor as he was pushed back into the bowl. He was slowly loosing his breath as this happened over and over. He could only hope they would let up on him anytime soon. They didn't. After he muddled out that he could no longer breathe, the tormentor stopped.

"Why did you stop?" He heard someone say angrily causing him to whimper in pain as his short raven like hair was pulled and his face was wipped to the guy glaring at him.

"I cant breathe." The tormentor holding his head mocked while moving Carlos' jaw to make it look like he was talking.

Carlos winced as he was slapped across the face. The beating continued with punches and kicks to his whole body. One punch to his jaw had him tasting his own blood that seeped out of his mouth. He heard someone whistling when the beatings paused. He prayed that someone would see this and help him but instead just as quickly as it appeared the whistling was gone and the person was distant.

Carlos was then thrown to the ground where he was kicked in the stomach one last time. The pain was too much for him to bare and he soon found himself blacking out on the bathroom stall next to the toliet in some type of liquid that he hoped wasn't pee.

When he awoken he whimpered as he tried to stand, feeling pain shoot throughout his body. He was sure this had to be the worst beating to ever happen to him in his three years of attending this school. He felt tears slide down his face when he looked into the bathroom mirror. He had so many bruises everywhere and the fact that he easily bruises didnt help either. He cried mostly to himself as he picked up his glasses and trudged out of the bathroom.

He looked up at one of the clocks on the wall and sighed. School was over and everyone was gone. He was on his way back from lunch by himself when he was attacked. He had obviously been there for hours, how many? He wasn't quite sure but he knew he was there for a while.

While enough for someone to notice him. 'Probably just went about there day like everyone else.' Carlos thought to himself causing him to shed more tears. Something he did on a daily basis.

As he walked out of the school and down the street he heard little kids playing. He grimaced when he heard a kid say. "Hey there's that fag! Look he got his ass beat!" Carlos cried more as the kids erupted in laughter.

When he looked up he saw that not only were the children laughing but the parents as well. He started running more than his normal trudging he would do. "Yeah that's right run home to your mom!" The same kid screamed at Carlos.

He started sobbing while trying to keep on his feet. His parents were both dead and he had been living with his aunt and uncle for a while. His father was killed on duty as a police officer while his mom was killed when the hospital she worked at was held hostage. The shooter killed multiple people that day and one of them happened to be his mom. He was told that she saved a baby the man was pointing a gun at.

As Carlos ran into the house he tried to act like nothing was wrong. "Carlos is that you?" Carlos heard his aunt say.

He couldn't see her he didn't know if he could bare to see her face when she saw him. "Y-yeah I'm going t-to bed now." He said before running upstairs.

He hated the guest bedroom they put him in. They told him to make the room his but he already had a room, a better one that was designed just the way he liked it. He locked the door before putting his glasses on the night stand and curling up into a ball. He finally let the tears fall that he had been holding in since entering the house. His body shook and his lips trembled. He hated his life. He hated it so much. The constant bullying from almost everyone. His family wanted nothing to do with him.

When his parents died the only people that actually wanted him were his aunt and uncle on his mother side. Once the neighbors found out they stopped hanging around his family which caused then to decide whether they wanted friends or Carlos.

All of them went for their friends except for his aunt Madelina and his uncle Paco. They said they didn't care about friends. That family was family no matter what. This decision of theirs caused them to break all relationships with their friends and ultimately their family. Carlos still blames himself for all of this saying that if he was never born the family would still be together. Carlos jumped when there was a knock at the door.

"Carlos I know you are having a rough time but I left your dinner in the microwave. Just know that me and your uncle love you, we always will no matter what." He heard his aunt say from behind the door.

Carlos knew she always could sense when he was having a bad day. She would say these words to him just when he thought about killing himself just so they could have a better life. Her and his uncle's words were the only thing keeping him alive.

But as the days go on he can't help but feel like the world would be a better place without him. He sighed when he heard her footsteps. She was going to bed. He closed his eyes and started to dream of a better place, a better life. Where he was happy and joyful running around with friends, no, best friends. Maybe three best friends.

"Yeah that's it." He thought to himself before dozing off to have a wonderful dream.

A/N: Please remember that this just an introduction to this story. Stay tuned for more and PLEASE review. :D