I put up a story before, but I realized that the material wasn't all that great and I trashed it. I did this because of a response from one of my reviewers (srry I forgot your name, but you know who you are) that made me realize in what a bad direction I was going. And it was a one shot. Yep, that bad. But enough self pity, lets get this train wreck a rollin. (princeboo21's line there.)

Sometimes you put walls up,

Not to keep people out,

But to see who cares,

Enough to break them down.

-Unknown…

My Friend, My Savior, My Love

I hit the pavement with a face plant. Not the best way to start the morning, but it wasn't like I really had much of choice. I heard a girl snicker behind me.

"The freak can't even walk into school without doing something stupid," said Bella, her friends giggling on cue.

Don't hit the stupid blonde, I thought. Don't hit her.

"Now she can't even talk! What's wrong Sa-brin-a?" She mocked me, emphasizing every syllable of my name.

I rose to my feet, dusting myself off, feeling the cut on my cheek. "Sorry," I said grimacing. "Just looking at your face. Who gave you it? Your ugly father?" They went silent.

"Oh, burn…" said a fourteen year old boy walking up to me.

"Shut up and go away Nico," I replied, as the girls walked away. "I don't need your help."

"Fine. Just make sure you get to class." He said.

I raised my eyebrow. "You would care because…?"

"Uhm…" he replied, his cheeks going the slightest shade of pink. I shook my head at him, letting it slide. I brushed by him and headed to the bathroom. I had something I needed to do. I sat down on the stall, locked the door, and got my kit out. Well, it was one thing really. A razor blade.

I gasped as it passed over my wrist, smiling at the stress relief. Too bad it was only temporary. I slide a few more cuts down my wrist, and I was ready for the day. Or so I thought.

Srry for the cutting myself disorder, its just that I have a friend, who had an ass of a boyfriend… And she got to this. Now… I wonder if I should ask her out… I'm a boy, don't worry… but enough of my problems… R&R?