I swear the more of this I write the more complicated it gets. Well, I'm not going to bore you with the details up here so I'll see you at the bottom of the page.

I awoke to my alarm going off and flashing red numbers at me. It's apparently Monday and I have school. So I guess it's time to get up. I guess it wouldn't hurt to brush my hair today.

So I get my brush and go through the tangles in my hair. Ok it's time to get dressed and grab something to eat. I put on my clothes and head down stairs. I grabbed two granola bars and an oatmeal pie and was out the door.

On the way to school, I notice there is a group of people a ways ahead of me. Turns out it's Mr. Fenton, Mr. Foley, and Ms. Manson. I kind of wish I could be like them, at least someone notices them, although I wouldn't really want the bullying. As we get to the school I start to catch up to them. I hear something that I probably shouldn't have.

"Danny, don't worry Masters Blasters isn't going to show you up again."

I take a seat at one of the benches and finish my small breakfast. Now why would Danny Fen… Oh wow, now I feel dumb. Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom, I wonder why I never noticed before. Well this is rather surprising; I guess his secret is safe with me, considering I wouldn't be able to tell anyone anyway. At least the person I admire isn't so far away now.

The first bell rings and everyone begins to lobby into the building. I go to my first class, turn in my homework, and start to take notes. After that I sort of went into a haze of day dreams. It got to be the end of the day and I had Mr. Lancer's class. I think I might start another letter, though I'm skeptical that someone will read it.

As Mr. Lancer droned on and on about Charles Dickens, I went through my memory bank searching for my parents. Last time I saw them I was around three years old. They were dropping me off at day care before they went to work, but they never came to get me. They died in an accident along the highway that day, and that's all I remember.

"Ms. Cleaver, since you're so attentive why don't you tell me the answer." (sighs) I take my notebook and show Mr. Lancer the front of it, which says "I'm Mute." He just stood there as the awkwardness of the situation set in. I was more focused on the fact that everyone just heard that awful name, which I'm sure they noticed since the teacher had to make a spectacle of me.

"Oh." is all he said and moved on to another student to take the question. Things settled a bit after that, though I'm sure I can see the cogs in their heads turning for insults. I started making a list of comebacks and answers to all their questions and such. I'll probably have to give it to Paulina or Dash, since they're usually the ring leaders for things.

The bell finally rings, and I go to my locker to put away my books since I do all my homework during study hall. I close my locker and turn to go home, but I'm stopped by a voice. "So is your dad a butcher?"

Oh he's a butcher alright. I turn and see it's Dash that asked the question, and he doesn't seem to have any ill intent behind his inquiry so I answered with a shake of my head. I left after that, expecting no more questions, and headed home to the subject of the question. "So Cleaver, you one of those freaks that come to school and kill everyone?" Ok that's it, I know I look like a goth half the time, but really. I go through my back pack and find my paper of prewritten answers. I hand it over to Dash and while he took his time to read the scrawling I quickly left the school.(1)

I get home and just before I open the door I hesitate, because I feel an ominous atmosphere from inside. I really don't want to turn the knob, but I have no choice since he calls me. "Christy, I know you're there. So come inside sweetie." (shiver) Oh, I hate that nick name, especially the way he uses it. I turn the knob and walk in to the scary looking home.

"So I've decided on how I'm going to go about our new project", he grabbed me and threw me against the wall, all the while I'm in shock of his words. "For now, every time I do you I'm going to make you more beautiful." Oh that feeling of dread I had a moment ago just intensified ten fold. Then he did something very surprising, he left. I slide down the wall in shock. I can't believe he just left without inflicting any pain. I'm not sure which is worse, knowing that a new project has started or not knowing when he's actually going to start it.

I have to get out of here. I run as fast as possible up to my room and start putting things in my bag. I stop while stuffing in my brush. "It's not use he's going to find me again and then he'll hurt me even worse." I thought. I throw the bag against the wall and just fall to my knees. "God please give me a chance. I promise I will do what I can, but please a little compassion is all I ask. Please, save me."

My bed room door crashes open. "So you thought of running away? Good thing you didn't or I'd have to go through the trouble of finding you again. Come on, let's get started." With that he gripped my arm and pulled me down to his bed room.

I was tossed onto the bed with the command of taking off my clothes. I did so and dropped them on the floor. Next, he was on top of me holding my wrists together. "Now be a good little girl and it won't hurt, much." At that moment he unbuttons his pants and thrusts himself into me. All I can do is shake and gasp from the sudden pain. For hours we went on like this, but something really was off. It was almost like he was trying to be nice, by leaving kisses and hickies. This is all too disturbing and I wish he would just end it already.

My body can't take much more of this. I turn my head away so I can close my eyes and maybe fall unconscious. He grabs me by the chin and roughly turns my head towards him. "You are to look at me, understand?" My only response at this point is the tears that are running down my face.

When he was finally finished he turned me over onto my stomach and held my hair. It's odd, but I'm too tired and relieved to care right now. Then I feel a searing pain on my back. He's using one of his knives to cut into me. It feels like it's scraping against something hard and it hurts so much that I almost bite off my tongue. He does the same to the corresponding side of my back. I have to sit up to cradle my back just to ease the pain even a little. I can feel the blood trickling down from the wounds.

I feel pressure on the bed lifted and then I see a flash. "This is just beautiful." is all he said and he took another picture. I can't believe it, he's mocking me. I scowl at him, which is a big mistake. I get back handed immediately. "I won't see that expression ever again." It's true he probably won't. "Now let's close those up. Don't want you to die on the first night now do we, angel?" He proceeded to help clot the wounds and stitch them closed. It all hurt the same, but so far this is the only bit of real kindness he has shown me. I guess this is the compassion I asked for earlier.

He let me go with a smile, admiring his work I guess. I make my way up to my room with clothes in hand. I do what I can to help the injuries heal, and I see what he did. Two lines of stitches closing the wounds of where he ripped out my wings. "So that's why he's calling me angel. Does he think that this is showing me that my innocence is gone? Does he think I didn't know this whole time?! Oh, I just, I just don't understand. Oh this is just infuriating trying to understand this." I yell in my mind. I take a lot of deep calming breaths. I go to bed and try to rest so that maybe I can go to school tomorrow.

I wake up with an outrageous pain in my upper back. I look the the clock; it's just a few minutes before my alarm is to go off. "Can I even make it to school today? Maybe, if I took the city bus anyway." is my first thought. So, I haul myself out of bed and make my way to my bathroom. I go about my morning routine making sure not to tear out my stitches. After leaving the building, I walk over to the nearest bus stop and wait.

I'm pretty sure today is going to be a horrible day, I can just feel it. Fifteen more minutes of waiting and the bus finally comes. I climbed on and here's the part I didn't think about, having to pay. I looked at the driver and began looking through my pockets. Someone must be on my side today, because the bus driver just let me on. I took a seat near the middle and tried to avoid other people. The ride itself was pleasant enough, since walking would have killed me physically. What's making me uncomfortable though is that my shirt keeps catching on my stitches and pulling them a bit.

I get off at a stop that is close to school and hoof it the rest of the way. I finally make it and I'm already exhausted. I look around and the court yard is empty which can only mean that I'm late. I walk into my first class with a heavy sigh knowing of what's going to happen next. "So glad you could join us Ms. Cleaver." my math teacher said with a dollop of sarcasm. To be honest, I could care less for what the woman had to say. I'm tired and in pain; the woman could be ranting about pie for all care, which she probably was. I unceremoniously sat in my desk letting my bag slide off my forearm. As light as the thing is, it would hurt too much to carry it on my back.

My next few classes go as they usually do, though I've long since decided that I'm just going to sleep through all my classes today. It came time for lunch and I'm a bit surprised at myself, because I'm actually hungry at this time of day. I get what I can for someone who has no money, which is next to nothing but hey I'm not complaining. So I sit down at a table outside, since that's the only place that has room. I eat my lunch in like five minutes and then I just start people watching. I fix my gaze on Danny's group. Sam and Tucker seem to be reassuring him for something, and from what I heard today it must have been the attack yesterday. Masters Blasters had beaten him to the punch and Danny ended up in his underwear. Poor guy must feel really embarrassed for that.

I think it's a bit comical how the whole city is centered on him, and they don't even know that it's a fourteen year old kid struggling through high school. I also like how he can still have the privacy of a secret identity. Privacy is probably not what I want right now. I hate how everyone is so oblivious. It may be working in Danny's favor, but it's definitely working against me. If someone could just see what he does to me they would immediately help me, wouldn't they?

Some girl sits next to me and starts talking. "So, do you like sitting alone, Chriiiisty?" I snap my head toward her in shock. The way she said it made me come to the notion that she knew. She or someone else followed me home, they saw, they heard, and they didn't help me. I know people here are oblivious, but this is ridiculous. It's like they are as blind as I am mute. I want nothing more than to scream at this girl for her negligence and break her pretty little face. So I get up and cack her lunch tray upside her head, and then I grab her by her shirt and throw her across the table and then... (2)

Ok so I didn't do that, but I really wanted to, but all I do is quickly get up and briskly walk to the bathroom trying to hide my tears. I get into a stall and lock it behind me. I sit on the toilet seat and just cry as silently as I can. I just don't know how to react to this. My secret was practically revealed and no one did anything. A few minutes more of sobbing and I calm down enough to stop. I wash my face and grab my back pack.

Screw this I'm skipping the rest of the day. I make a B-line for the front door when Mr. Lancer stops. "And where are you going miss?" I write him a note saying that I'm not feeling well. "Well in that case I'll call your parents and notify them that you're ill and they can come pick you up." No! Please don't call him. I don't know what he'll do if he has to come pick me up. Last night was bad enough. I quickly write out "No that's ok I'll go to class." I turn around and head for my next class.

In my last class of the day, I just lay my head on my desk. It hurts my back as it stretches the wounds and the fabric of my shirt once again catches on a stitch. That's it I've lost all hope for the human race. I turn slightly to look at Danny. He seems to still have faith in himself and others. I don't know how he does it really. He gets knocked down constantly, but he still manages to keep going. I turn my head back towards the window before he notices that I was staring at him. I guess if he can do that then I shouldn't give up all hope, but people have really disappointed me lately.

The final bell rings and I start my long walk home. I can't possibly try and ride the bus again. I don't think the driver would feel sorry for me this time and let me on free. So, I go on a very tiresome hike to down town. I get home and it's apparently the same story as yesterday. He's still strangely nice through it all, though he still inflicts another wound. This one isn't as deep and it feels like three cuts together. When I got to my bathroom, I saw in the mirror that the new carving was to be an F. Well that's just wonderful, the guy's putting a sign in my back, great.

I clean and sterilize the new wound and try my best to put a bandage on it, which is no use since it hurts my other injuries. Forget school tomorrow, I know I can't make it. So, with that in mind I crawl into bed and sleep.

(1)- Yes. I have experienced these type of stupid questions that are meant to lead into insults, but they tend to make me think that they are some type of idiot. (the are you gonna shoot the school question) Yes, I have gotten questions to that effect too. It makes me want them to just explode where they stand.

(2)- I thought I would add a little mind theatre, since most people have those type of moments in their life.

I'm sorry if my story seems too sad or too serious. I'm not very good at comedy, but I try. Suggestions and advice would be really appreciated.