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Months had past, and Legatos life hadn't changed much. He was still being beaten up on a regular basis. But the pain inflicted on him had started to dull his senses, the kicks an punches didn't seem to hurt as much as they used to.

Legato was walking home from running errands for his mom. His arms were full with groceries, and various other items they needed. He hadn't seen the other boys for a few days.

Maybe they had finally gotten bored with him.

"Where ya going freak?"

Legato had spoken too soon.

He kept walking.

"Helping mommy with the shopping?" They hooted.

"Ignore them and they'll go away." He said to himself.

The biggest boy Aidan stepped forward, "look at us when we speak to you freak!" He yelled.

Legato kept walking; this only pissed the boys off more. After all it wasn't fun if they didn't make Legato squirm.

He remembered being tackled, the gritty taste of dirt in his mouth, and the now dull pain of being hit. After that it was all a blur.

"Boy? Are you alright?" He heard a voice beyond the fuzzy blackness.

He didn't know how long he had been out. Form the look of it he had been laying there for at least an hour.

He felt someone jostle him. He groggily opened one eye, a blurry shape kneeled over him.

"Are you alive?" the voice said again, it was a young voice, female; she didn't sound like she was much older than himself.

He groaned, and rolled over onto his stomach. Pulling himself onto his elbows, he shook the blurriness from his head. Whoever it was next to him sat quietly, watching him regain consciousness.

"Go away." He grumbled.

He shot a glance at the person sitting next to him it was a girl; she wasn't much to look at.

Then again he never really took notice of girls. To him, girls were just another group of people that ignored him.

She was very plain. Brown hair pulled into two tight braids that hung over her ears, and a wash of freckles over the bridge of her nose. She wore a blue dress, and simple brown boots.

"Do you want some help?" she asked.

Legato spit a mixture of blood and dirt onto the ground next to him.

"No." he grunted.

The girl watched as he stood up, and brushed the dust off his clothes.

"I'm Lydia." she said.

"That's nice." he said flatly as he walked away.

The little girl stood up, "that's rude of you, the least you could do is tell me your name!"

"Why?" he said still walking.

"Because I told you mine." She yelled while trying to catch to him.

Legato stopped short, "listen, you don't need to know my name. You shouldn't have even come near me. If Aidan and those other boys saw you near me they'll start coming after you too."

"But why?" she asked.

Legato looked at the girl, why did she care?

"Because. I'm a freak." he said, looking over the horizon to his house.

"You don't look like a freak to me." she said quietly.

Why couldn't she just go away? Why did she have to make it worse by pitying him? She had probably watched him get his ass kicked.

She started to follow after him as he started walking again.

Little pest, he had to get rid of her.

"Leave me alone. Go away whatever your name is."

Lydia stopped in her tracks. Why was he being so mean? She just wanted to help. Before she could protest any further he started to run. She marveled at how fast he was, she would never be able to keep up with him at that rate.

Legato rushed in to the house, ignoring his parents and slammed the bathroom door. He stood with his back up against the door, certain that the girl would be knocking on the door any minute!

Legato looked at himself, back still against the door. He was covered in dirt, and tiny bit of blood. He snapped the lock on the door and started to run the bath water.

"Legato sweetheart, are you okay?" his mother called.

"Yeah mom I'm fine, don't worry about me."

His mother shook her head, and walked back to the kitchen, sitting down next to her husband.

"Daniel, he's starting to worry me." she said.

"He's going through a rough time, he'll get over it." he said barely looking up from his paper.

"I don't think that's it. I think it's something else."

"Give him a few months he'll make friends."

"That's what you said six months ago! And he's never had a friend ever! Daniel, something is wrong with our son, and you need to take the time to find out what it is!"

Daniel stood up; he was tired of this argument. The two of them had been having this same argument since Legato was at least four.

"What do you want me to do? Force him to make friends, or force someone to be his friend? He has to do it on his own!"

Legatos mother shook her head, "no that's not what I want you to do I just want you to talk to him. See if something's bothering him."

His father grabbed his coat, "I've tried my best to talk to him, and he just closes up. I gotta go, I'll be back later."

Legato lay soaking in the tub, listening to them argue about him.

He couldn't blame his father for not wanting to talk to him. Legato himself did even want to talk about how reclusive he was. His mother on the other hand just wanted him to be happy and be like the other boys.

He heard the front door close, and the footsteps of his mother walking past the bathroom,

"Legato don't stay in too long, it's getting late." She said.

"Yes mom." He answered.

She sounded tired.

Legato soaked for a few more minutes. His mind drifting back to that girl he had met.

Maybe she wasn't that bad, but he was so use to being alone that the thought of having a friend scared him.

Wait. Who said anything about her being a friend? He pulled the drain out, and let the water drain around him. She had said nothing about friendship, she just pitied him.

Poor freakish Legato.

He grabbed a towel, dried off and pulled his pajamas on.

He crept past his moms bedroom, she sat in her rocking chair, facing the window.

"Mom?"

She turned and sniffed softly; quickly wiping her eyes.

"Yes sweetheart?"

Legato walked towards her, "I'm sorry I'm not like other boys."

She embraced her son, "Legato, I'll love you no matter who you are. And I don't want you to be like the other boys. I just want you to be happy."

Legato laid his head on her shoulder, "I am happy mom."

She looked into his golden eyes, and tousled his blue hair, "then all is well," she said quietly, "now go to bed."

Legato crept into bed. He could still hear her sniffling every so often.

All wasn't well. He had to do something.

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