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. =(

Save Me From My Nightmare

Chapter II

Daryl got into his first class early. He was hoping to slip in and go undetected. There were a few students already in their desks and Daryl made a beeline for the very back of the room. He set his backpack on the floor beside his desk and made himself as comfortable as possible. As more people entered the room, he could feel their stares burning into him. Well, there went his plan of being inconspicuous. To take his mind off of the people around him, Daryl pulled out his sketch pad and began to draw. While he was sketching, he could feel a presence beside him. Daryl looked up into the soft blue eyes of a girl. She smiled gently at him.

"You're new." she stated. Daryl resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the obvious statement. "My name is Amy." Daryl contemplated just blowing the girl off, but it seemed that she was the only one kind enough to introduce herself instead of staring and gossiping.

"Daryl." he grunted, looking back down at his paper. Amy shifted from foot to foot, unsure of what to do or say next. She was saved from the awkward situation, however, when the teacher walked into the room and the bell rang. She went back to her seat and sat down. Daryl looked up at the front of the room when he heard a throat clear. There was an old man, he was pretty sure was the teacher. The man had kind eyes and long, white hair that was pulled back into a pony tail. He had a full beard and glasses perched atop his nose. Daryl's blue eyes followed the man as he limped across the room to his desk. He picked up a paper and, after reading it, his eyes went directly to Daryl. Well, it seemed that, despite his age, the man was sharp as a tack. He smiled at Daryl and motioned for him to come to the front of the class. The brunette wanted nothing more than to stay right where he was, but something in the old man's eyes told him that would be a mistake. As he approached the front of the classroom, Daryl saw a glint of light that reflected off of a metal brace that was on the teacher's right leg. Well, that explained the limping.

"Hello young man. I'm Mr. Greene. Would you please introduce yourself to the class?" he asked it as a question, but it was more like a command.

"Daryl Dixon."

"Good, good. Could you tell us a little about yourself?"

"Not really." Daryl answered. That was where he drew the line. Luckily, Mr. Greene took the hint and let that slide.

"Alright. Class, do you have any questions for Mr. Dixon?" A single boy raised his hand and was quickly acknowledged by the teacher.

"So, what's up with the Deliverance getup?" At the question, several students in the class began to snicker.

"Fuck you!" Daryl hissed. Mr. Greene stepped in at that point.

"Enough! Daryl, I do not tolerate that kind of language in this classroom. Because it's your first day, I will let you off with a warning. As for you, Mr. Anderson, report to the office immediately."

"But-" the boy, Jack Anderson began. He was silenced by a look from the old man. Jack slowly got up and packed his things. Before he trudged out the door, he shot Daryl a look that could kill, if such things were possible. Daryl just smirked at the boy before going back to his seat.

"Alright class, please take out your literature books and turn to Don Miguel de Cervantes' Don Quixote."

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Daryl's next class promised to be his favorite. It was Art with Mrs. Peletier. Daryl had always loved art. It took him away from his everyday life and allowed him to relax for a bit. As he entered the classroom, he lab table-like desks and easels. Once again, he chose the seat in the very back of the room. As soon as he sat, he heard a thunk beside him and looked over. Great, it was that girl, Amy. She smiled at him, grabbing her supplies and putting them in front of her. Once again, the bell rang. A door off to the side opened and revealed, what appeared to be, an office. A gentle-looking woman with gray hair walked out and took her place behind a podium. When she spoke, her voice was soft and soothing.

"Class, today we have a new student. His name is Daryl Dixon. Now, please take out your supplies and drawings from yesterday. Amy, would you please explain yesterday's assignment to Daryl? Daryl, you can go ahead and start on the assignment and you'll have an extra day to complete it."

"So, yesterday, we were told we had to draw a portrait. It can be of anyone, we just have to work on proportions and shading. The paper and supplies are over in the corner. You can take them with you when you leave, if you want to. Just be sure to bring them back." With the assignment in his head, Daryl walked over to the table where the supplies were kept. This was going to be a problem. Sure, he was pretty good at portraits. The only problem was that, in order to create his best work, he had to be inspired. He had to have the perfect subject. Someone who could be his muse and allow him to create their perfect countenance. Right now, that wasn't looking so good. Daryl decided to sit and think for the remainder of the class. He would observe people for the rest of the day and see if anyone caught his attention. If they did, wonderful, if not, well, he could always draw his brother. When the bell rang to signal the end of the class, Daryl got up and left with those thoughts in his head. He paid closer attention to the people around him as he walked through the halls, looking for his muse.

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TBC...

A/N: Well, there you have it, Chapter Two. Thoughts? Comments?