I stared out my bedroom window, watching the blood spill from my wrists, mesmerized by the crimson life exiting my veins, the tears of frustration dripping like acid from my eyes. I set the knife down on my floor, not wanting to go to school tomorrow. The very thought of having to re-tell my story to all those people set a rhythm of dread through my very existence.

I'm sorry, i forgot to introduce myself. My name is Roxas. I'm 5'6", blonde hair, sapphire eyes, you could say i'm attractive. I've been suffering from depression for many years, almost 5 to be exact. I've been cutting for about 2 years, and i still don't feel any better. Its almost like this torrential downpour of suicide and torture ravage my very core.

But ya know what? Today might be different. But then again, why would today be any different from any other school that I've been to? I'll probably get picked on like i do everywhere i go because of my height. I might get raped again like i did at my last school because of my looks and how i talk. I tend to stutter a lot, so i usually don't speak at all, i generally write out my responses. I'm sure one of these days someone's gonna find me attractive, then rape me and leave me to the flies.

Breakfast is the same like it is every morning. I'm usually the first one downstairs, watching my mom make stack after stack of pancakes that i most likely won't eat cause I'm never really that hungry to start out. I usually grab an apple and i'm already walking to school. Most of those pancakes are for Cloud anyway. He's my older brother, and he eats the most out of the both of us. My mom is the most supportive besides my brother. They both understand where I'm coming from, and its perfect to vent to Cloud cause he doesn't talk much, he just listens.

The walk to school was very lonely and bleak, some decaying trees in people's yards, a few broken swing sets here and there. All portraying the idea of a neighbor hood of forgotten childhoods and attractive girls. I didn't even realize i had gotten to school until i looked up and was standing in front of the door. 'time sure flies when you're hating yourself.'

I sat in front of the main office, slumped to my knees, tears starting to form behind my eyes. Why does this always happen when i go to a new school? Cause I'm weak as hell, that's why. I can barely defend myself, but Cloud has been teaching me, and i think i'm learning quite well. I got a little scared when i saw someone standing over me. But when i looked up, i saw a very beautiful young man. He looked to be about my age. Cherry red hair down to his shoulders, stunning jade eyes. upside down tear drops under his eyes. He was tall and wiry, and when he pulled me up from the ground, i moaned slightly at his strength.

He introduced himself with a smile. "Hi there, my name is Axel. Are you new here?"

I nodded shyly, shaking a bit.

Axel smiled lovingly. "That's great. What's your name?"

I tried not to stutter, but that was a fail. "M-m-m-my name is R-r-r-r-roxas."

I was a tad shocked when Axel hugged me, but i welcomed it. "Its ok, i started shaking when i got here too on my first day. But don't worry. Things will get better."

I stared at him for a minute. "Thank you Axel."

Axel guided me into the main office. "Aerith? Are you there? We have a new student."

I heard a door open and saw a woman in a pink dress walk out. "Hi Axel. Who's this?"

I stepped forward to shake her hand. "Hi there. My name is Roxas."

Aerith shook my hand warmly. "Oh you're the Roxas I've heard so much about. Welcome to Twighlight High. Let me get you your schedule."

Aerith walked back into her office and came back a few minutes with a sheet of paper.

Axel pulled an identical sheet out of his pocket and beamed when he saw my schedule. "Holy shit we have the same schedule! This is great!"

I smirked and thanked the Lord i didn't believe in that this boy was in my life. "let's get to my current class."

Axel smirked and took my hand. "As you wish Roxas."

Axel led me down a few hallways and i caught sight of a clock. It was only 7:40, so classes probably just started. I knocked on the door and was told to enter. I walked in on a dozen or so kids staring at my appearance. Guess i put on too much black makeup today. A boy with gray and black hair and an eyepatch stood up and walked over, shaking my hand.

"Hey there bro. My name's Xigbar, I'm one of Axel's friends."

I returned his handshake with a frown. "Nice to meet you. I'm Roxas."

Xigbar eyed me cautiously, but my nervousness faded a bit when he smiled. " You seem a bit nervous, but dunt worry, you'll do just fine round here."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

Xigbar laughed. "Dunt mention it Roxy."

I put my stuff next to Axel's and sat down. "Is he always going to call me that?"

Axel chuckled a bit. "Probably. Once Xigbar gives ya a nickname, it sticks."

I eyed him a bit. "Oh really? Then what's yours?"

Axel smirked. "Firetop."

I laughed aloud. "That fits you perfectly."

Axel held my hand. "Well how bout I call you Blondie?"

My eyes lit up. "I wouldnt have it any other way."

To be continued in Chapter 2!...