Eddward Vincent was always picked on, and each and every day everything bad that entered his mind that he understood was a reaction of his peers only continued to conflict the boy. With each passing day the negativity he was forced ensued and increased.

The day he got fed up enough to accept the bad-attached ridicule they threw at him from day to day was the same day he threw up blood, forceably lifted himself to look into the mirror and take account of his unhealthy face. His skin was in-between the colors of faint white and light ashen, his once striking blue eyes had dulled and so had the sheen of his dark hair. From day to day that he maneuvered through life his vision was partially coated by a faint dull black. He lowered his head in disdain due to who he was and the other part was because of what he saw of the world.

'It has to stop. It all has to stop,' he told himself before he took another look at himself, only to look back down. His body was long and slim, lately he hadn't been able to get himself to finish his meals and so, though going on about his routine he had been simply feeding his distant poverty-stricken acquaintance, Marie and so he currently appeared to be what he was, malnourished. It was a strange thought-piqueing surprise how his teachers had failed to notice that and be lead to notifying his parents who were currently overseas yet again.

Looking up at the mirror last time after a wrenching wave due to expelling another load of bloody vomit into the sink below his face through gritted teeth he seethed vengefully.

They were all so wretched. There must be something that they deserved, all of them. His abusive mistreaters for waking him upside the head every time he apparently answered the wrong question, the bystanders for doing nothing and watching him be beaten and mocked as he screamed in pain and even the teachers for only continuing to overlook seeing him as a victim and so so kindly telling him he things like, "It's okay, Eddward you can get through it.", "You're strong, honey.", "Well, things aren't so bad...", "You'll get through it, just stay positive."

That one was possibly the worst as staying positive for so long was exactly what ended up bringing him these nightmares.

'I have to stop them,' he thought, 'Have to do something about them, this can't go on... It has to.. it has to change,' he thought as he realized.

Still shaking from their previous stomp and beating-fest that was somewhat a fast he used what he assumed was close to the last bit of strength that he possessed within his and straightened his hunched over posture and grit his teeth in pain and the pain in his abused gut seered. With every step he took towards that light-weight bathroom door he limped unsteadily at a slowed pace he couldn't quicken. The light door was ripped open upon his pull and he held it open as he painfully entered the hall he'd crawled from just minutes ago. Unfortunately, he just had to get noticed by one of his regulars who had failed to learn from his mistakes and beat him harder for calling himself and the rest of -them- names. Instead of backing away from a mixture of fear and dread as he implored mercy like he had each other time before he said nothing and kept going. The stocky boy behind him followed, quickening his pace enough to catch up to him and slam a hand down upon the top of his left shoulder hard. Eddward only clenched his fist and dared to move forward.

"Hey! I didn't say I'd allow me to be ignored," the familiar voice of Jameson called out, but evening knowing what he did Eddward only pressed forward, hand against his jaw the entire time.

"So, that's how you want this," he heard the brunette ask rather loudly and Eddward spoke no response as he continued walking on, willing his shaking body to move a bit faster on his sore and swelling ankle and left calf.

The rushing of footsteps behind him should've made him receive a warning, should've made him try his best to get himself in the clear, but they didn't and Eddward carelessly just persisted forwards, the paces of his limping steps never attempted to be increased and then it came; the touch of the grabbing hands that threw him against a wall, causing the ravenette's body to shake harder.

A fist, then was slammed roughly across his face. Thrown back and hard it connected against one of his sore jaws four times in a row causing the side of his head to bang against the concrete wall with each and every hit before the shorter male, Jameson, approached closer and stopped his mouth right by his ear as blood streaked down his cheek. Eddward vision was blurring, the guy hasn't cared to bring up an arm to protect his head and had instead just left it where it had been the first time, leaned against the wall.

"One time," he said, "I'm letting you off this one time for an A on my math test tomorrow, but just know that from now on to try harder to get on your knees to worship me and worship my friends," he recommended, voice stained with his demand, "You got that, nerd," the hockey player asked before he yanked him, turning him around and then grabbing the front of his shirt before he started shaking him by the control of his arms.

"You'll get your math test, there will be an A, too," Eddward replied with a sinister tone and after Jameson's close analysis of his eyes passed inspection the boy hesitantly released him and let him.

Eddward, evaluating that he might dropped to the floor without having the wall as leverage like he had many other times of the past, sturdied his stance before jerking himself from the wall surprising Jameson and now a few gatherers that he was still standing.

"Thank you, Jameson; it's been a good day," Eddward said before he forced his swelled leg to walk and began dragging his throbbing ankle through the hall.

In the background, Jameson and the bystanders all turned and gave each other a questioning look.

Eddward made his way to the class of who he now considered to be his friend, especially after thinking situations that had occurred between them over and realizing she's never spoken to him much just because she knew he was in a bad place. Letting all those times just float by before he had never seen it, but looking back, in his memories there were always care and concern filling her eyes.

Without knocking he mustered some strength his body arms just could not have been able to use and threw open the classroom door, ignoring the nuisome slamming it made against the wall.

Their teacher wasn't so lucky, as surprised and curious heads turned to view their intrusive visitor the teacher who immediately presumed the bombarder be sent to the office began yelling, firmly stating how his actions went against the student code of conduct which only lead Eddward to grin as his stared into the blue-haired girl's madly concerned eyes.

"Let's go home, Marie," he stated in a tone that wasn't completely free of suggestion, "No matter how I look at it," he started, his voice ominating -(giving off the same effect as an omen). "they're mine."

Marie couldn't help but smile, her eyes filled with a bit of content, and shook her head. With three fingers she shut the book on her desk before lifting it and sliding it in-with the others in her bag before she stood.

Locking arms with her friend at the doorway the two heard her teacher protest before they stepped into the hall.

"Miss Kanker, don't you walk out of that door," he said, "I'll call the office!"

"Then, call them," she replied as they walked out into the hall as she shrugged.

"Miss Kanker, you're in violation of_."

"I don't care," she replied in an unfriendly tone as she turned around to face him.

"I'll just write you up for being rude, too. When you come back to this school you'll have a suspension and a detention after school waiting for you," The teacher threatened to try to get her to stay.

"I'm not being rude," Marie replied, "And you can wipe that smart mouth right off of your face, you say all that, you punish me and for what? Helping my friend? The one you've done nothing for? The one you've never helped? You should be the ones who's punished. I've seen you so much as watch while he was beaten. You've even covered for all those assholes. You can call me rude, and yeah-ha you can go on ahead and believe that, all of you will believe any shit that falls into your heads, anyway, but you know what?"

"What, Miss Kanker," the teacher asked sweetly with a few nods.

"Maybe I'm being right," she responded to his rudeness, menacingly before she lunged forward.

Next up "Of course I'll give you mercy, for you only side with people like you."