Hey! So Guess what? I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any of these characters! Go figure. Now, why don't I start this story!

"You fucking emo! Why don't you just die already," A tall boy with black dreadlocks, named Xaldin, yelled at me as I sat in my desk trying to ignore him. Why can't he just leave me alone? I have never done anything to them and I had never planned on doing so. I wish with all my heart that I could just disappear from this world. I know for a fact no one would miss me and I wouldn't miss them. There was no love in this world for me.

I had thought I was loved one time but he couldn't wait for me and can I really blame him? I should have known that love was for suckers but I hoped for more. Long story short he ran off with a girl before I was for sure I wanted to go into a relationship. It hurt even more for me because he denied that he had ever liked me and proved it by avoiding me in the hallways. I doubt I could be loved and would be loved back. I would kill myself but I am to weak so instead I cut.

"Hey homo, I'm talking to you," Xaldin yelled angrily into my ear. I simply close my book and say, "Yes?"

Now that I look around I see that he is with is little gang. Which consists off Xaldin, Larxene, Saix, and Vexen. They all hate me and I never understood why. Is it because I'm worthless? Yes, that must be it. I shouldn't be alive nor do I want to be alive. No one will ever love me no matter what and I don't deserve their love.

"I have a question for you," The blonde who's hair makes me think of bugs, named Larxene, yelled at me. "Yes," I said not making eye contact with any of them. "Why are you still alive? Everyone wants you dead," She yelled the truth in my face. I could never find an answer for that question so all I could do was look down at my hands. The blue hair teen with a 'X' on his face shoved a knife in my face and said, not in a yelling voice though, "Here is a knife. You can go cut yourself and maybe if we are lucky you will kill yourself too." His words always hurt the most because he chose them carefully.

The teacher finally came in before anyone else could say something but I can hear them whispering in the back of the classroom about how I should die. If I did do you think they would feel bad? I doubt it, after all it is what they wanted.

The rest of the day went about the same. I got reminded I should be dead, I got punched a few times for being gay, and everyone kept talking bad about me. I will slowly walk home, today. Hopefully my dad won't be home when I get there. He always comes home drunk and ready to punish me for ruining his life, while my mother just sits there and watches. I don't think she has ever tried to stop him once and I fact I thought I saw her laughing one time. If they didn't want me so bad why didn't they kill me already? They would have been doing everybody a big favor.

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I finally get home and no one is there. Maybe today won't be so bad. I go into my room and lift up my mattress and pull out a knife. It is not like my parents care that I cut myself, it is just if my dad saw it he would use it against me. I try not to make it to obvious I cut myself, not that I have to worry about anyone caring. I slowly sink the knife into my thigh. The blood doesn't automatically start coming it takes a second and if it doesn't bleed you can tell your knife is cheap or dull. I love this pain, it is like magic. It helps me not think which makes me happy. I found it is for the best if I don't think for if I do I only think bad thoughts.

-SLAM!-

Father is home and he is drunk. I quickly put my knife in its original resting place and get ready for what is about to come. "Boy, get down here," His words are slurred and he is angry. I better not make him more mad. I run down stairs, afraid of what is about to come. "Yes, father," I ask trying to sound like I have respect the man.

"I hope you realize how worthless of a human being you are," He is more drunk than usual. Maybe if I am lucky he will fall asleep early and I can sneak out my house. I hear my mother come in the room and sit on the couch waiting for the game to begin. "You ruined m-my life and should be dead," He looked tired. "I am sorry, father," I said with fear in my voice. "Why couldn't you be like your brother! Now that was a real man," My brother moved out a few years after I was born. He became a success and didn't want to have anything to do with us. My father started to resent me more and more and then starting to blame me for him leaving. I don't know how it was my fault but I must have disgusted him so he left. "I'm sorry."

My father lift his hand and slapped me. This was only the beginning of what he does and if you don't think a slap hurts you have never been slapped by my father. "I don't need your pathetic apologizes! What I do need is another drink! Woman," he looked over to my mother, "Go make me another drink." She stood up angry that she is going to miss me getting hit for even a second. While I watched he leave my father punched me in the stomach. I feel to the floor holding my side and he began to kick me. "Move you fucking hands and stop complaining! I am giving you what you deserve," He hissed. I did what I was told and moved my hands. He began kicking me and I am sure of some of my ribs are bruised. My mother comes back with a drink in her hands and hands it to my father. He drinks it and then throws the cup at my back. It shatters into little pieces and they all go flying across the floor but lucky for me my father is leaving and my mother follows after him throwing me a look of disgust. I weakly get up and grab the broom and clean up the mess.

I go up to my room and examine my back to see how bad it is. There are random marks on my back from the cup and my ribs are bruised badly. I will just have to suck it up and wait for the scars to go away.

I look at the clock, it's only 7:23 P.M., that is not to late. I am sure I can sneak out and go to the book store.

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It is raining and my jacket is soaked but that is fine. I made it to the book store and that is all that matters. I love the smell of coffee that drifts in the air, the music that play softly in the background, and all the books here. Books and cutting are my only escape from this life. Anything is possible in books and there are usually happy endings not like in life. I can sit here all day and be perfectly happy and every so often, when I can, I buy a book. Nobody ever notices me come in and that is the way I like it. I walk to the very back of the book store, pick a book, and sit down. Today a picked one of my favorites, Alice in Wonderland. I know that sounds kind of girly but trust me it is always a good read.

I sit here for a few hours reading then I look up to see what time it was. When I do I see this one boy with a mullet comes close to where I am. He looks like he has never seen a book in his life before. Oh well, it isn't my problem. I go back to my book for a few minutes and he disappears from my view.

"Achoo!" Ugh, I hate when I sneeze, I don't like drawing attention to myself. "Bless you," a gentle voice said. I jumped from the unexpected visitor's voice. How could someone sound so caring when just saying 'bless you'?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," there goes that voice of theirs again. Wait, did someone just apologize to me? Nobody ever apologizes to me! I turn around to see who was talking to me with such kindness in their voice. It was that boy from earlier. "Don't be sorry and thanks," I said afraid he was going to hate me after he saw who I was.

"Thanks? For what," he questioned.

"For saying bless you," I said a bit confused at how he has forgotten already.

"Oh," he laughed, "Your welcome.. Hey you look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?"

I can't believe I didn't recognize him before! He is Demyx! He is a popular kid in school. "Um... Yeah, you do actually." I said trying not to seem shocked that Demyx was talking to me!

"Oh... I am sorry I don't remember your name," Demyx said in a way that made me actually think that someone felt bad for forgetting about me.

"M-my name?" He actually wanted to know my name?

"Yeah, you do have one don't you."

"My name is-"

"What the hell do you think you doing!" My mother yelled. What was she doing here?

"M-Mother?" I said, scared out of my mind.

"You worthless idiot!," she slapped me in front of Demyx. My mother was never the type to hit, she let my father do that for her.

"What did I do wrong," I questioned, hoping Demyx would leave but he didn't, he just stood there and watched.

"Did your father teach you nothing! You ruined our life's!"

"I'm sorry."

She punches me in the ribs just as hard as father did. "You fucking lier!" Sorry was never good enough for them, I always had to be hit to know what it was to be truly sorry.

"I'm sorry, mother. Please stop hitting me."

"You better be ready when you come home because I am not going to be as gentle as your father is." After a kick in the stomach she left me on the floor of my favorite place in the whole world, with the most popular guy in school. That is just fucking great! Oh well there is nothing I can do about it now.

I slowly lift myself up of the floor and make sure the book is okay. I probably should be more worried about myself but I can't help but feel like the book is more important. Its fine for the most part, one of its pages got bent but that can be fixed.

I stand up straight but fall back to the floor and mumble to myself, "You pathetic bitch, you can't even stand up by yourself. Maybe you should just die you would do the world a favor"

"Don't say that," Demyx said. I honestly thought he left after my mother was done.

"What are you still doing here," I said more as a hint for him to get lost.

"Are you okay?" Why does he care so much? When did somebody care about me?

"Y-yeah, I am fine," I lied but it was mostly meant for myself than to him.

"Do you want some help getting up?" Since when does anybody care if I need help? This is all so strange.

"No, really I am fine, Demyx"

"Who do you know my name?" For some reason that hurt more than it should.

"I go to school with you."

"Oh... I am not trying to be rude or anything but are you new here?"

"I have lived here all my life."

"I'm sorry, man. I didn't know." There he goes apologizing again.

"I didn't expect you to," I successfully stand up as I say this.

"What is your name, anyway?"

"It is Zexion."

"Well, Zexion, do you want to stay at my house? Your mom didn't look to happy at you."

"I can't I have to go home."

"I wouldn't if I were you," Demyx said sounding concerned.

"I have to."

"No you don't."

"Yes, I really do. I have to clean the house."

"Why would you go back there? Your mom seemed mean and she made your dad seem abusive." Why couldn't he just let me be.

"Yeah, well, it happens."

"I am not letting you go home."

"I have to go home," I fought with him.

"Why," Demyx questioned.

"I have to go get punished for being born and ruining every ones life's," I said before I realized I was saying it.

"W-what?" Great I freaked him out. I am really going to hate school tomorrow.

"Nothing... I have to go now," I said and started to walk away when he grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him.

"You are not going back there."

"I don't have a choice and you just met me."

"You have a choice now! And so what if we just met that doesn't matter. I want to help you."

"I don't need your pity."

"Why won't you let me help you?"

"I don't need help! Now I have to get going," I tugged my hand away and left before he could do anything.

I got home and opened the door seeing my mother was waiting for me. This isn't going to end well.

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Compared to my mother, my father was a saint. I am in the shower and blood is dripping from my arms, legs, and back. One of the worst places to get hurt is your back because if your like me and have to take care of it yourself it isn't easy. I just can't wait for this day to end. My mother told me to stay home from school tomorrow so the cuts close a little and it won't look as bad when I go to school. As much as I hate going to school I would rather go there than stay here.

I almost wish I went with Demyx but I know better. I know it would end up terribly and he would just end up ruining my life at school not that it was that great to begin with...

I step out the shower and I feel the pain almost automatically. Damn, my mother can make people suffer. I get dressed trying not to look into the mirror. I don't want to see who ugly I really am. I go into my room and slip into bed and drift slowly into sleep.

I hope this was good! I tried hard on it but I think I was being kind of repetitive. Anyway! Please review!