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5 Years later

I was having a pleasant dream about ripping up my essays and textbooks being burnt when the alarm went off.

"Waaa! Where's my glasses, where's that damn alarm clo-" I started to rant when I hear a whack and a crack. Xeoria broke the alarm clock yet again with her tail.

"Geez," I mutter after I put my glasses on, "That's the sixth one this month, lucky for you I bought loads" I started giggling

"Don't laugh at me! Get a better sounding one, or at least one that won't wake me up," Xeoria pouted in the only way she can, by moving her head to the left and her tail wraps round her legs.

"Or maybe you should wake me up, drooling and stuff," I smirk, knowing this will end in a play fight.

"Hissss... Don't mock me..." she hissed at me, and crouched ever so slightly.

"Make me... Bitch..." I laughed in mock horror as she launched herself at me and started to tickle me.

"Ahhhhhhahahahahah no, no stop it!" I shrieked as she tickled me with her claws. She was laughing in her own way, purring and screeching loudly.

"Submit to me! I'm the best and you are my slave!" she proceeded to tickle me again but I didn't want any more stitches in my sides.

"Okay! Okay, I give in!" I was gasping for breath, and as I calmed down, I noticed that she ruined my "teddy bear" nightie, "Damn.. Not sorry to see that go ahaha,"

"Ahhh... Sorry.. I cut you a few times," Xeoria was subdued when she spoke.

I looked at my side and saw a few lines of beading blood, smiled slightly.

"Nothing I can't get used to... I mean... I like that sort of pain, I have the scars to prove it," I said sadly and thought about the first time I self harmed and the reasons to them.

Four and a half years ago

I woke up as normal and looked toward Xeoria, and was still in wonder how fast she had grown when I first brought her home.

She moulted, and then looked around for food. I brought her downstairs, and luckily for us, the parents were still out and the cleaners don't come until night. We tried different food, and even some vegetables! It was clear that she had to have raw meat, so I made a note to get some in batches for her. We went up stairs after I made some toast for myself and just sat around talking and playing about. The day after, I was in for a bit of a shock. Xeoria has grown from her cute 30 cm height to a whopping 7 metre height overnight! Her skin has changed into a somewhat dull black colour and her curved head looked so amazing. She has small nubs on her back and her skin details were so incredible, wire looking veins and so many other small details which made her look so cool, like little nubs on her tail. Her tail has grown to a 2 metre length, and she has a small thin blade like end. She changed from a small vulnerable being to a large, beautiful goddess.

I got up out of bed to go and have a wash, knowing that Xeoria will get my uniform out and collect my bag from under my bed. I finished washing myself and dried up pretty quickly. I went into my room naked, and gotten dressed into the dress uniform which was the norm for the secondary school I was at. I looked in the mirror to check myself out. My long brunette hair was tied up in a ponytail, with a few loose hair framing my face. At eleven years old, I was a little tall for my age but a little round. With the glasses on, my chocolate brown eyes looked large. I peer at Xeoria, taking in her unique form.

She was black, but almost glossy now? But it made her look beautiful, and different to the world. Her height makes her look intimidating, but she is truly a kind being. Her dorsal spines had grown, reaching out then bends slightly, making them look curved and adds to her beauty. To the front of her head was some ridges, but they seemed like eyebrows to me, and her inner jaw, is just strange but I've come to accept my friend for who she is.

"You look very nice today, but I do hope you won't get..." Xeoria started but then became quiet.

"Bullied? I'm just used to it, beside what doesn't kill me makes me stronger right?" I say almost wisely.

"True, perhaps I should read that book you suggested," Xeoria went to pick that book and we both went down to the kitchen to get some food. She went to get her usual raw meat, today it was beef. I did some toast and had some orange juice. I glanced at Xeoria reading, and it was strange, almost surreal. She seems so adsorbed in the book, so I took that she liked it. I went to hug her goodbye and just reminded her to stay in my bedroom unless she needed food.

"Goodbye little one, please do have a peaceful day," she hopefully blessed me.

"I'll try," I say quietly.

I left and got onto the school bus toward the main district where the school was. As the day went on, nothing bad happened to me, in fact I was hopeful that the bullies wouldn't even bother me today! But I spoke too soon, and it was lunchtime.

I went to my usual lonely spot in the corner of the school cafeteria, and started eating an apple when the group of bullies marched up to me.

"Hi four-eyes!" Penelope loudly proclaimed, getting right in my face.

"What you doing here? Oh yeah, you have no friends!" A guy sneered, then high-fiving his friends.

"Please just leave me alone. I haven't done anything to you," I knew I was screwed when I said that, because Penelope reached over and brought my head down to the table really hard.

"Aggh!" I cried out, tears suddenly leaking out, "Please just leave me alon-"

One of the guys went behind me, and with a pair of scissors, cut my dress open and ripped it apart.

"No don't! Please!" I screamed, trying to keep my dress on.

"Hahahahah, it's not like you got anything to hide!" the guy laughed, then went to pull my hair back roughly, and cut my ponytail off. My hair just fell onto the floor in pieces.

I have never felt so humiliated in my life, and they kept cutting my clothes and they destroyed my bag. The bell went and they left, laughing and giggling at my expense. I went to get my coat from the classroom, covered myself and legged it out of the building. I managed to get on the next bus to home, all the while trying to keep myself calm.

"Just get home, just get home," I chanted under my breath, and what seemed like minutes, I was out of the bus and running to the front door. I shakily put my key in, and slammed the door behind me.

I then let myself fall apart, the sobs wracking through my body, and I just didn't care any more. I got up and got to the kitchen, looked around and found the chef knife. Weighed it in my left hand, and it was very sharp.

"Vivienne? Where are you?" I could hear her distress in my mind, but even that wasn't enough to stop me. By the time Xeoria got to the kitchen, I was on the floor, and blood was all over my right arm. I felt so numb, so tired of the pain and loneliness, that I felt dying was the only way out.

"SKREEEE! Vivienne! Vi, what?! What happened? Why is there blood?" She asked panicky. She crawled to me very quickly, saw the knife in my left hand and put two and two together. She grabbed the knife and flung it away, where it made a thud as it skunk into the wooden door. She picked me up bridal style, and took off to my bedroom, and into the shower. She ripped off what left of my dress and put me straight into the tub and turned on the shower, at freezing cold.

"Aggghhh too cold! So cold!" I yelled, trying to get the heat on but Xeoria just put my wrists into one hand and lifted them up above my head.

I lifted her arms above her head, to stop the flow of blood, as I read this in a medical book Vi has. I washed the blood away, and the reason why I chose cold water was to keep her awake, and alive! That all that mattered to me! If she died, then I would be alone, and the bullies would have won. I washed the rest of the blood away then turned off the shower, took her out and dried her quickly. I then built up saliva in my mouth, and dribbled it on to right arm, her poor arm that she so horribly slashed open. I spread the saliva over and made sure they hardened before talking to Vi.

"Little one... What happened?" I whimpered almost.

"They tore my dress apart... a-a-and they cut.. they cut my hair," she let out, with a sob, crying her heart out. Oh little one... I wish I could protect you, keep you safe.

I carried her gently to her bed where I dressed her in a nightie, and lay her down and covered her in her duvet. I then laid behind her, on top of the cover, and let my tail go on top where her legs was, almost like a comforter. She kept sobbing, until she hiccuped, then she fell into a deep sleep.

I peered over and looked at her poor, heartbroken face. I vow that from this day forward, no-one will ever hurt you gain or cause you to hurt yourself ever again!