Ian stared at the ceiling of his room, in that neutral, emotionless state that occurs only in the few minutes after waking up. He blinked and rolled slowly over to see his trench coat lying on the floor of his room, and the events of the pervious night slowly came back to him- the kiss, talking with Crystal and Rider telling him that he "knew what it was like." That was bull sh-t

He brought his wrist up in front of his face to check the time on his watch. 3:30pm. That made sense. He had gotten home around 4:30, and fell asleep at around 5.

Reluctantly, Ian forced himself out of bed and up the stairs to the kitchen. Something around the house seemed…well, out of place, so to speak. Ian couldn't quite figure out what it was, then it hit him-it was quiet, too quiet for a Saturday afternoon. Both his parent had Saturdays off, so why couldn't he hear them? Ian searched for some sort of clue as to what was happening, when he saw it. His father was sitting on the couch, beer bottle in his hand and intoxicated.

"You, " he said, pointing at Ian when he saw him "Where the hell were you?" his speech was slurred, and Ian had a bit of a difficult time understanding him.

"I was asleep." Ian responded. "What happened to you?"

"That b-tch…"he mumbled. "That mother f-ching b-tch…left me…"

Ian was shocked. "Mom left?"

"Stupid whore…" said his dad, ignoring Ian and taking another swig of beer.

"Where did she go?" asked Ian.

"How the hell am I supposed to know!" his father yelled. He began to walk intimidating towards Ian. "She was running away from us, creep. You and me."

"What did I do!" Ian yelled back. "You and her are the ones who were always fighting!"

"Maybe she never wanted a vampire creep for a son." His dad snarled hatefully.

Ian felt anger pump into his veins. He turned and ran down the stairs and into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

He stared at his own pale complexion in the mirror, his black eyeliner smudged under his eyes from last night and his black hair gelled in front of his dark, dark eyes. "F-ck you." he muttered. "You are a freak." He pulled his shirt over his head and looked back at his bare chest, a dark bruise still across his chest from the lunchroom incident with Todd Kramer. His arms were covered from his elbow to his wrist with pink and white scars, and a few recent cuts.

Voices ran through his head- voiced of people he knew, repeating the torments they had said to him.

No wonder no one likes you, freak.

Maybe she never wanted a vampire creep for a son.

I know what its like.

"You have no idea what it's like!" Yelled Ian as he slammed his fists into the wall. Subconsciously, he slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out his razor blade.

Facing the mirror, he pressed it against the pale skin of his bicep and pulled it down, slicing his skin. He watched in the mirror, as it turned white, then steadily red as the blood rushed to it and began trickling down to his elbow.

Ian lost control. The thin slices began to accumulate on both of his upper arms, overlapping each other and shredding his skin. The blood trickled down his arm and dripped on the floor.

Finally, he stopped and stared at himself, content with the bloody mess he had made of his arms. He didn't feel the pain, but nevertheless, it had calmed him or at least released some of his hate and anger. The bitter metallic smell of blood filled the air…Ian loved that smell. He peeled out of his pants and climbed into the shower, turning the water as hot as he could stand it. He savored the sudden pain as the hot water his broken skin, washing the blood from his arms.

The water at his feet was tinted red as it flowed down the drain. He was in an odd high-like state. Maybe it was the loss of blood or the temporary numb the razor had brought, but whatever brought it on, Ian welcomed it.

He climbed out of the shower and used his hand to wipe a clear spot on the mirror. He reached under the sink for a box of large band-aids. Carefully, he did the best job he could to cover the cuts, which were still slightly bleeding. The band-aids were just for today so that he wouldn't get blood everywhere.

He walked into his room and picked up a t-shirt and a pair of comfortable pants to spend the day in, or what was left of it, anyway. He went up to the kitchen and grabbed something to eat and brought it back down to his room. He put a CD into his stereo and cranked up the volume. He felt not entirely happy, but he did feel all right.

The weekend passed by all too quickly for Ian. Most of it was spent alone in his room…not that he minded that. He avoided his dad as much as he could because he knew all too well what he was capable off when he was drunk. As Monday morning came around, Ian's high feeling had long worn off and he felt almost as horrible as he had on Saturday.

He sat alone with his back to his locker, waiting for the morning bell. He felt someone sit don beside him and he turned to see Crystal. She slipped her slim hand into his. "Hi" she said.

Ian mumbled hi and squeezed her hand.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Nothing…" he said.

"Ian, C'mon, I-"

"Well, look at that." Said a girl walking up to them. Behind her was a guy who looked like a jock with his arm around another girl. "Did you finally find a little friend, Crystal?"

Ian put his arm around Crystal protectively.

The girl laughed. "Oh, I get it…is he your boy friend?" she sarcastically and laughed. "Isn't that cute. The dyke finally decided to swing the other way."

"Halloween isn't for another month, you know." Said the guy behind her. "Maybe we should lock you two up until then."

The girl who he had his arm around didn't look impressed. "Jim, just leave them alone." She said.

"C'mon Amy. Look at them." He said.

"Let's just go." Said Amy.

The other girl pushed Crystals head against the locker and said, "Catch you later, freak."

"Just leave her, Shawna." Said Amy. As Amy walked past them, she mouthed the word sorry.

After they left, Crystal pulled her legs up to her and wrapped her arms around her legs and put her forehead on her knees.

Ian wrapped his arms around her, and she put her head down on his lap, laying there for a while, letting Ian softly rub her shoulder. "Don't let it get to you." He said softly.

Crystal turned so that she was lying on her back and looking up at Ian.

"God you're…." He whispered.

"What?" she asked

"You're so f-cking beautiful." He said.

Crystal smiled and put her hands around Ian's neck, pulling him down to her lips.

"Crystal?" asked Ian after they had finished.

"Mmmhm?"

"Will you go out with me?"

She laughed. "Yeah."

To be Continued….

Ok, here's the deal...honestly i've been loosing intrest...i do that alot...but since you guys seem to be wanting more, i'll talk it over with a few of my friends and i'll come up with a few more chapters that will be up by the end of May, or else you can all come after me with sledge hammers. anywho, thanks for all the reveiws. i'll do my gosh darn hardest to pull out another few chapters!

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