I'd been laying here for what seemed like forever. I stroked the blue silk comforter on my bed, feeling its smoothness between my fingers.

I sighed and turned it into a hum, working my voice to match the rhythm of the music that was blasting from my headphones.

Music was all that I had.

No friends except the voices in my head.

Not that i minded them, though.

(-see? i told you she loved us!)- The voice called Cassiel said. There were seven voices. Michael, Azrael, Cassiel, Gabriel, Uriel, Raphael, And Suriel. They weren't hateful or anything of the sort, they were actually wonderful. They helped me through many hard times.

I swear to Shiva i'm freaking insane. -(you arent insane...youre just...uh...SMARTER! Yeah! smarter than everyone else!)- Cassiel said, grinning. A skeptical look crossed my face. " Sure, sure Cass. Whatever you say." -(Well its true. I don't know why you never listen.)- He pouted. -(Man up, Cass.)- Azrael snapped, pointing his scythe at Cassiel.

Cassiel shot daggers at him, glaring at him. -(Oh, and youre so tough?)- Azrael rolled his eyes. -(I'm the Angel of death, man. And what is it youre the angel of? Huh? )-

Cassiel snarled in the back of his throat. -(Tears. There is nothing wrong with that.)-

"Guys?" I asked, drawing their attention to me for the moment. -(Yeah?)- They simultaneously asked. "Shut the hell up." I deadpanned. I looked at my clock. 7:47. I suppose I should get ready to go to school sometime today.

I got out of bed, and grabbed my messenger bag off of where it was hanging on my bedpost. Walking downstairs, I called for my mom, getting no reply. Must've already left for work. I grabbed some poptarts and slid out the door into the freezing November air. I sat down on the sidewalk, waiting for the bus.

It was late, coming by at 8:09. Already i could hear their taunting laughter and shouts of "psycho bitch" coming from the bus. I hopped up the steps and started walking to the back of the bus, ignoring the things being thrown at me. "You psycho bitch! What happened to your face? Did the voices do that to you?" Damien laughed, along with everyone on board.

I turned the scarred side of my face away, the sting in the words biting into my heart, forcing tears from my eyes. My face. The scars. The ones my father gave me himself. I choked back bitter tears and leaned my head against the window, and ironically listening to Hello by Evanescense. Cassiel appeared to me in his human form and held me while I tried my best not to cry as we approached the school. Everyone exited the bus as we stopped, and I slowly rose, gathering my things and walking down the metal stairs, my boots clunking against them. I could hear their laughter all around me, pressing on me, whispered words suffocating me, draining the life from me. This was going to be a very long day.

I sat down at my assigned chair in the gym. P.E. Oh how i loathed P.E.

"Alright class," announced. "Today we are going to run track." Shit, track was awful...

All the girls went to the locker rooms to change, me bringing up the back. They stared as i opened the door, eyes trailing down my scars, following their marks upon my face. I growled in the back of my throat and they looked away, frightened. With the exception of Jaclyn Manoiur. She just giggled and whispered to the girl next to her something disgusting about my non-existent sex life. They didnt bother me, truly. I could scare them ff. It was the men that bothered me, with their constant teasing. It was relentless. Just like today would turn out to be.