Disclaimer: i doint own criminal minds, or billy talent, i only wish i did... sigh
A/N: please review, i love reviews...
Need more friends with wings
All the angels I know
Put concrete in my veins
Spencer walked home from school. It had been a rough day. Being a 12 year old prodigy in a public school was no piece of cake. Slowly rubbing at his eye, he could feel the tender skin beneath his fingers, today's events would leave a bruise, it was hopeless, this was his life.
I'd always walk home alone
So I became lifeless
Just like my telephone
He had no friends, just acquaintances, 'well more outsiders' Spencer thought and even these so called friends were still too afraid to be seen with him. They may have been unpopular, but Spencer, he hit new levels.
There's nothing to lose
When no one knows your name
There's nothing to gain
But the days don't seem to change
Another day, another set of bruises. There has to be more than this thought Spencer as he bit his split lip. But in truth, despite his genius, he couldn't see past tomorrow. He had to get cleaned up, make dinner, do his homework, make sure his mum took her medication, make sure she got to bed, and then go to bed himself. It was a similar set up in the mornings.
Never played truth or dare
I'd have to check my mirror
To see if I'm still here
He felt invisible. He knew this wasn't possible, for had he been invisible, he could have easily evaded the gangs that came after him, and besides it wasn't scientifically possible. Raising his head out of his advanced biology book as the bell went he headed for the bathroom.
My parents had no clue
That I ate all my lunches
Alone in the bathroom
Alone in the toilet cubicle, he pulled out the lunch he had made himself. No-one cared that the strange boy ate his lunch in the bathroom, and neither did his mum, not that she would understand if she found out. In his heart he knew that one of there days he wouldn't be capable of looking after her, but he would face that trial when it came, until then it was jus him and his mum against the world.
There's nothing to lose
When no one knows your name
There's nothing to gain
But the days don't seem to change
Two years later;
Life was still the same as ever. He wasn't popular, and he had finally become resigned to his fate. He didn't mind, it gave him more time to think to himself. The school shrink had implied he had Aspergers and had suggested he write down his thoughts in a notebook, 'like a diary!' the shrink had said all too enthusiastically.
There's nothing to lose
My notebook will explain
There's nothing to gain
And I can't fight the pain
The diary was a stupid idea thought Spencer he was offended at the very idea. He had left it in the corner of his room, and it was slowly gathering dust. He was fine; he didn't need to write his feelings into a book. However he was intrigued in the shrink's job, all that analysing, all that research, the books! So he set about investigating the possibilities of analysing people, starting with the bullies at school.
A/N: so i feel like i rushed it a bit in places, but i still like it, remember reviews are love!