Trying to find out who was the actual cause of Link's pain seemed almost impossible to do. He knew quiet a lot of people that were all possible candidates. Because of this, it took me a little while to reveal who was actually doing it.

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It was late September now. October was creeping around the corner dragging along the drunken parties and excited, candy craving kids. I loved October because my mother was busy at work since perverted men, sometimes horny lesbians, were just dying to see her in a cat girl costume.

My father was at parties with his buddies almost every night getting drunk and testing new and old drugs. I'm always at home around October all alone which is so nice for once. Having the house to myself is just a rare opportunity that only happens once a year, adding an extra day.

Link and I were at school getting a psychical exam. They did this just to see what courses should be approached to keep strong and healthy students. I hated these exams. They made me feel very uncomfortable and I always got criticized for being pale and scrawny.

Link looked a little nervous that day. At first, I thought it was because he just didn't want anyone to see him in his boxers. I then realized the actual reason a little later in the day.

"Come on Link!" One of the jocks hollered. "Let's see what us guys are up against!"

Link looked over at me, wanting me to do something about it. I knew that this would make people hate me even more, but I couldn't just leave Link looking desperate for help. I pushed him up against the metal lockers and leaned my face into his space.

His face was heating up as I did so. My hands were lifting up his shirt as I began to grind up against him. I heard all the men begin to yowl as I did so. Now I was going to be considered the gay in the school but I guess that didn't matter so much since I never cared about my reputation.

"Yeah…" The tone in my voice was very low and seductive. "Let's see that nice sexy body."

I felt all the dumbass men suddenly crush me to the ground. They were shouting for Link to get out of there and quickly before my "gayness" infected him. I heard him run out of the room and I suddenly felt their strong fists beat up against my body.

I was in terrible pain but it was very much worth it. Link was able to leave school for the day because they believed he was scared from this. My parents were called up and I could hear them yelling into the phone. I was beyond trouble.

Every single student and teacher officially had a reason to hate me. Some of the students that day threw "crusading" water on me chanting "May the Lord save your soul". That day was very much annoying.

I was heading home when it was late afternoon. I couldn't go home right after school because people would chase me down and just beat the shit out of me yet again. As I walked out of the school that caused me to have a headache all day, I noticed Link was standing underneath a chestnut tree that, bit by bit, was beginning to lose its bright green leaves.

"Dark!" He ran up to be and jumped into my arms. "Thank you for what you did!"

What did he just call me…? My heart raced in my chest as I felt his sudden warmth. I missed him so much today so I was in heaven when I felt him hold onto me. I was startled by the sudden nickname, since I never had a decent one.

"Uh… You're welcome?" I was very confused by all of this sudden love.

"Do you mind if I call you Dark?" His eyes looked filled with hope and delight. "I thought of it today when I just kept thinking about you."

He kicked around so of the dust that was on the side walk. He was looking down at his sneakers as he did so. It looked like he was very embarrassed and shy but I couldn't see his face very well to tell.

"I don't mind at all." I smiled at him even though I know he wouldn't have noticed. "Do you want to go to the park?"

He looked up at me with excitement. A big smile spread across his lips as his eyes were filled with the happiness of a child's. He griped onto my arm tightly and rubbed his head up against my shoulder.

"Yes!" Link cheered.

The pastel colors were swirled into the baby blue sky. Evening was coming a bit too fast which was not to my liking. Link was running around on the park's jungle gym as I sat at the bench watching this child trapped in a teenagers body enjoy hims

"It's hot!" He shouted over at me, beginning to remove his shirt.

"That's because you've been running around for the past hour." I chuckled. Too cute for words he was.

He had his back towards me which gave me the perfect view of his back. My eyes widened as I noticed the terrible scars and bruises that were printed on his back. My jaw dropped and my body froze completely. This was much worse than before! They were much more noticeable and looked very recent. Like only a few hours ago recent.

I had to know who was doing this to him. Because Link didn't deserve getting beaten like that. It was no wonder why he didn't want to stay at the psychical exam but I really wish he would have. Then, maybe then, he could have gotten the justice he needs.

Not only was his back terrible beaten but I just noticed how cut up his wrist was. They looked recent too. He had a jacket on all day so there would have been no way to have even seen it. Some of the cuts looked like they were still bleeding.

I had to do something about this. Now this person was cutting his wrist? How messed up can this person be? I was determined it was his father but I couldn't just go around and point fingers. I had to fully investigate this. With or without his permission, I had to do this.

"Link… Can I ask a personal question?" I was shaking with anxiety.

"Sure!" He turned around with that dorky grin plastered on his face.

"Um… Why do you have bruises and cuts all over your body?"

He just stood there. His face showed absolutely no expression. He was wearing a poker mask and I just wanted to rip it off to see what he really looked like underneath it. I knew he was thinking up some kind of lie. No one takes this long to answer a question when they know the answer. How could you not know the answer to this type of question?

"Why does it matter?" He asked. His voice was trailing off the confused trail to the angry one.

"Because you said you'd answer the qu--"

"I never said I'd answer it." He voice lowered to a growl. I felt like he just stabbed me in the heart. I was the last person I wanted him to be mad at. "I just said you could ask."

"Can't you answer? Link, whatever is going on shouldn't be happening in the first place."

"Shut up." He glared up at me. "You don't know anything. Don't go around, accusing this as someone else's fault."

"What do you mean by that?!" I was becoming frustrated with him. Since I have never dealt with this kind of situation, I didn't understand what to do and how to handle it. "It is someone else's fault! There is psychically no way you can bruise your own back! And you aren't the kind of person to go around and slit your wrist!"

"You don't know me! Stop assuming what kind of person I am!" Tears began to stream down his face leaving his skin red. "I'm more then the stupid idiot you see at school!"

"Then what kind of person are you Link?" I didn't even take the time to actually try to understand what he was saying.

I knew exactly what he meant by that. It was obvious. He bluntly stated it but I just couldn't believe it. This situation was obviously a very touchy one for him and I didn't even consider that. I was just so filled with anger and hurt that I couldn't take in any of the signs of what was actually going on.

Link wouldn't answer me. He just looked at me with those tear filled eyes and ran off into the distance. I stood there, not wanting to run after him like I should of. I couldn't bring myself to it. I knew something was going on and I didn't like the response I got.

I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and headed home. I felt like crying but I couldn't. I had too much pride that day to show that I actually do care about him. I wish I would have. This is a situation which I truly regret not doing anything about it.

I reached home after a very long walk. I didn't care that people were threatening me again and threw water balloons at me. My mind was so occupied that I couldn't focus on anything. When I arrived home, I slammed the front open and stomped to my room. My mother wasn't home, which wasn't a big surprise while my father was sitting on the couch looking at the wooden table.

"Son, that you?" He asked with his stupid accent.

"Yes." I answered while looking through the kitchen cabinets for something to munch on.

"Sound angry. What happened boy?" He peered his head through the open entrance to the kitchen.

"Just some stupid shit."

"Is this about that gay thing?" I heard him start to make his way into the kitchen. "You know I don't care too much about that, right?"

I sighed. "I know, I know. I was just trying to help a friend out."

"Help a friend out?" He laughed. "Ahaha! Don't worry about that! What'd that boy do for you?"

He had done a lot but at that moment I couldn't think straight. I just kept thinking about how he made my life so frustrating which made me curse under my breath. My father patted me on the back and wrapped his arms around my waist. I hated when he did this, but I knew what he was going to say next.

"Want to get high?" He whispered.

"Yeah, I need a good smoke anyways." I rolled my eyes.

So, stupid me at the time, got high with my father. Of course I don't remember much of that "trance". My thoughts of him were slowly drifting away in a small boat heading off into the unknown distance.

All I remember is crying the whole time. My pride was cut when I did that. I kept sobbing for him and occasionally tried to leave the house. I still thought I was in that situation which was shit. "Traces" weren't suppose to be like that, you were suppose to be giggling and retarded, but I defiantly was not.

Our stupid little fight. It made me not want to do anything. It made me not care about him at all. Every day I returned home, I would begin to smoke whatever powerful drug my father would have and all I could think about was him and that stupid situation.

Link was at school, but refused to talk to anyone. Everyone hated me more and more each and every day because it was my fault that he seemed so cold. He wouldn't talk to anyone, not even to answer a math or English question. Every day I felt like shit. I hated seeing him like this.

I noticed the cuts on his wrist were populating every day, but no one else seemed to notice. His face looked depressed and it looked like he had been crying every night. I needed to, I wanted to apologize. But how could I? I had a stupid pride to where I couldn't just go up to him and say sorry.

I saw that he was hanging out with these two girls quiet a lot. I heard their names were Midna and Zelda. From what I heard, it was nearly impossible to talk to them because they were both so stuck up. Link must have found some way to break that barrier between them.

He faked smiles and laughs all the time around them and he refused to leave their side. It was like he was using them to keep his mind off of things just like I was using my father's drugs to keep him out of my mind. Which failed horribly.

These girls had something weird about them. They kept pushing him around and would occasionally punch or smack him right in the face. Oh, how I just wanted to kill those stupid bitches for doing that. However, seeing this action made me wonder if they were the cause for his bruises and cuts.

The cuts only seemed to get worse after he had hung out with them and sometimes I noticed him bending over because his back hurt so bad that he couldn't stand up right. It should have been clear as day to me but it wasn't. Why not? Because what about his father? His father, as I still remember, kept pulling at his wrist way to hard and his father seemed like the kind of person to do this.

His father had that strict and bitchy aurora about him. He would seem like the perfect suspect too, I mean, fathers do have the tendency to hit their kids when stressed. Where was Link's mother for all of this though? Why didn't she try to help out when someone would beat him? Didn't she notice? Maybe she is like my mother who wouldn't care if that had happened.

It couldn't have been anymore students. They all were for Link, not against him. They hated me because they thought I scared him for life which I doubt I actually did. He did ask me for it just to get him out of that situation, so it's not like he didn't expect it.

Still, something didn't seem right. Accusing these three people and not even knowing it for sure. It's not like I saw this happening, so how could I think that one of them were responsible? I had to get some hard evidence before proving anything. Which would require me to stalk them. Which is something I really don't want to do. I don't need the reputation of "Trying to be straight so stalks two "hot" girls but couldn't handle the sight so went after Link's father instead".

Not to mention, what would Link think? About me stalking his new friends and his own father? He would probably hate me even more! I can hardly stand how things are now! Why would I want him to get even madder at me?

Still though…. This problem was not getting better and refused to resolve itself. I had to do something. I hated seeing those cuts forced onto his lovely skin and knowing that the bruises were getting so bad that he couldn't stand up correctly.

He was an angel in dire need of help, and I was the demon that could help him through it.

I'm sorry if this chapter seemed a little short D: SUSPENSE?! :O I actually began to cry while typing this up. I had some relationship problems so I felt depressed. This story actually does help me release it. I'm also sorry for this story being a tiny bit later than usual. I'll try not to do that again!

Also! I know this is random and all, but I would be willing to write anyone who wants one a story. I must improve writing skills and I love to write for people! So anyone want a story? 8D

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