Title: Save Me From My Nightmare

Author: YaoiGoddessNekoJin

Rating: M

Warnings: AU, Slash, Violence, Child Abuse, Adult/Underage Relationship, Non-con, Language

Disclaimer: Me no own. =(

A/N: I know, I know. I should really be finishing TRSoF but this plot bunny won't leave me alone. Well, I hope you guys like this. I hope to make it an ongoing project so let me know if you want more.

Save Me From My Nightmare

Chapter I

Daryl Dixon slowly opened his blue eyes. Today was his first day at a new school and he was dreading every second of it. At his old school, he had a reputation. Mess with me and die. Here, he was going to have to start from scratch building up the same reputation. He slowly sat up, being careful not to jostle the large cut across his chest. He had stitched the cut up himself the night before and hoped they held. The injury was compliments of his drunk-ass father. He must have thought it was the perfect thing to kick off a new school. His father was the reason they had moved in the first place. The man was a violent person anyway, but that increased ten-fold when the bastard was drunk. He was injured so often that the teachers at his old school began to get suspicious. His father picked them up and moved before anyone decided to call the cops. Daryl hoped the man had learned his lesson and stopped hurting him so often. Getting up, Daryl walked into his bathroom to get a shower. After taking off his clothes, he stared at his reflection in the mirror while he was waiting for the water to heat up. Damn, he was ugly. His body was littered with scars of various ages. The cut from the night before was held shut by black thread, which was a stark contrast to his pale skin and the angry red surrounding the torn flesh.

After getting his shower and dressing, Daryl tiptoed down the stairs, being careful to not wake his father. He grabbed his backpack, took his house keys and left for the day. The first thing that struck Daryl as he walked out the door was how cold it was. It was the middle of October in freaking Georgia. It wasn't supposed to be cold. Daryl shuddered in his no-sleeve shirt. He could go back in for a jacket, but that would risk waking his father up. He preferred the biting cold over starting school with fresh bruises. With that thought, Daryl began walking down the street to his new school. He had only been there once, when he and his dad had to register him, but had a great sense of direction. He was confident in his ability to get pretty much anywhere after having visited once. That was one of the only things he considered good about himself. Well, that and his hunting skills. He was excited about that. He couldn't wait for this week to be over so that he could escape his house and take to the woods. Dinner over the weekend promised to be delicious.

All of Daryl's musings caused him to lose track of time and, when he raised his head, he saw the large, brick building before him. The yard was buzzing with people. This was the biggest school he had ever been to and he already felt slightly intimidated. Daryl struggled with anxiety, had his whole life, and his breathing was becoming faster and shorter. He took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He went through his steps and imagined his brother's voice as he slowed his breathing. 'C'mon little brother. Breathe. In ten, out ten. That's it.' His brother always helped him with his anxiety. Well, before he signed up for the army, anyway. Daryl still held a grudge against Merle for that. His older brother just up and left him with their father. The abuse he suffered was always easier to take with Merle helping to protect him. Without him, there was nothing and no one standing between him and his father. In the end, though, Daryl knew why he had done it. Hell, if he could leave, he would be gone in a second. Taking one last deep breath, Daryl hung his head and began walking towards the school. As he passed through the crowd of people, he could already hear whispers and feel stares. Regardless, he trudged on, making his way inside and to the office. Once he was in the lobby of the office, he walked up to the overly cheerful woman standing behind the counter.

"Hi! May I help you?" she asked brightly. Daryl grit his teeth and answered her back.

"Yeah. I'm new."

"Okay, what's your name?" as she spoke, she put on some fifties-style glasses, disturbingly covered in pink rhinestones.

"Daryl Dixon." The woman began to look through the files in a box that was sitting on the counter. When she found the correct file, she pulled it out with a triumphant 'Ah-ha!' Daryl rolled his eyes when she wasn't looking. Pushing a blonde curl behind her ear, the woman opened the file and pulled out a few pieces of paper and a small booklet.

"Here's your class schedule. This is the school's manual. Aaaand, here is the list of supplies you'll need for the remainder of the year." she smiled blindingly at him again. "Have a wonderful year!" Daryl grumbled as he turned and left the office. That woman was way too cheerful. He pulled out his class schedule to see where he was supposed to go first. It looked like Literature with Mr. Greene. Wonderful.

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TBC...

A/N: Well, what do you think? Should I continue?