A/N: I AM SO SORRY I TOOK FOREVER! I can name a million excuses why, but I won't. Thanks to the many reviews from: DisneyandWildKrattfangirl, Sophia the daughter of Nyx, regularshow565, Guest, Avatar Astird, GalacticTrooper954, RazzlePazzleDooDot, cyberglowfly, Can't pick a fandom for this user, batgirl27, CookieKittys, Jessieklove, FanGirlJen, Hazard, Clamadea, Lordelordlord, Dirtkid123 (I am actually! Hi!), Forever Me, daisyflower3, EcoReibun, LightFeather5632, awesomesauce, ravenmeows, BrookGuitar, Slightly Disturbed Cookie Girl, wubtastical, Guest, MrMapleSyrup, Shawna M, Disneylover, and silentmoon45. Here's the story!

Hiro sat still in class, slumped in his seat. All the students around him were talking loudly, anxiously cramming in all of the information off of their study guides into their, in Hiro's opinion, empty brains. Hiro just sat in silence, he being the only one not stressing about their exams.

The teacher entered the room and all of the students ignored her, still studying. The teacher raised an eyebrow sourly at Hiro who sat in his seat, and he only stared the opposite direction, not wanting to pull out his study guide.

Over the past few days, he had studied a little, but never as much as any other student in the classroom. He found it worthless, remembering everything from class already and not needing to endlessly remind his brain of information he hardly cared about.

Another thing was that he simply didn't have the energy. Ever since his first cut, he had continued to at least once every two days or so. He couldn't stand even looking himself in the mirror anymore. He didn't care about school or homework anymore; he just didn't care about anything. At all.

Hiro looked up slowly as the teacher called to the students studying that it was time and they had to put away their study guides. They all groaned but obeyed the teacher's firm order. Hiro braced himself and prepared for the worst, though he was almost certain the worst had already come the day school started.

Hiro thankfully placed his pencil carefully done as he finished his last exam for the day. Students around him were writing furiously and quickly as they attempted to finish the test.

Hiro leaned back and watched, for once enjoying himself in a classroom. He almost laughed at some of the student's sweat beads that aligned their forehead. Physics was as easy as pie to Hiro, but not to others. One student looked up and glared at Hiro's smug look, and Hiro looked away quickly, forcing his face to show no emotions.

Soon, the timed test had ended, and some of the students let out a small cheer, some putting their pencils down in defeat, and some looking as though they had won the lottery. Everyone stood up to leave, and Hiro ran out of the classroom, not wanting to be held back by teachers or bullies, because frankly he didn't know what was worse.

"So, how were your finals?" Tadashi asked as Hiro sat in the passenger's seat of the car, leaning back in his seat.

"Okay…only three more days of it." Hiro murmured and Tadashi laughed.

"It feels like pure heaven once you've finished. Then its winter break and you don't have to do anything for two whole weeks." Tadashi turned out of the parking lot, and Hiro nodded, staring out the window.

He had different stuff to worry about, anyways. He had to hide scars every day, wearing long sleeved shirts under tee-shirts and hoodies over his arms to make sure his privacy wouldn't be breeched.

Another thing was bullies. Hiro had blocked some of the people who left comments, but it never seemed to be enough. Texts, emails, and private and anonymous messages were spewing from every social media account he had. Though he tried hard to ignore the comments, he felt every word was a stab in the back, and he was bleeding and falling farther into depression.

"Hiro…are you okay…?" Tadashi's slow and concerned voice broke through Hiro's thoughts, and caused him to look up, realizing he had tears forming in his eyes.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." Hiro said quickly; a lie that slipped from his tongue too often.

"Hiro…you really don't look okay…is it the stress?" Tadashi asked gently, and Hiro slowly nodded.

"Yeah…but I'll be okay." He lied softly, and Tadashi nodded slowly.

"You're smart, Hiro. You'll be okay." Tadashi promised, and Hiro bit his lip. He knew he would be okay academics wise…any other way…he wasn't sure yet.

"Class, put your pencils down." The teacher called for the last time that semester, and the whole class did so, letting out a large cheer of pure happiness. It was their last final. They were done.

Hiro let out a tiny sigh of relief; he didn't care about the tests or his results, just knowing he didn't have to school again for two weeks was the first ray of happiness he had received in a long time.

He picked up his backpack quickly and ran out of the classroom while everyone was still bidding each other "Merry Christmas" and "See you in two weeks". Hiro didn't care if he didn't get a single season's greeting; he just wanted to get out of there.

He felt a small smile forming on his face. No more people for two weeks. No more bullies for two weeks. No more studying. No more homework. No more teachers. No more torture. No more hell. No more school.

But oh, how cruel reality was sometimes…

Hiro suddenly felt the hood of his hoodie being pulled from behind and he let out a small yell, and saw Thomas chuckling menacingly.

"Really, Hamada? You're leaving so soon?" He sneered, pulling him backwards towards the boy's bathroom. "I won't be seeing you for a while…why not stay…?"

"No…" Hiro whimpered softly, and Thomas let out a laugh.

"You absolute wimp." He threw Hiro to the floor, and he let out a small cry of pain as he fell onto the arms that hid so many cuts Hiro himself had made.

"No…please, leave me alone…" He didn't care about looking strong; he knew he wasn't already. He knew he couldn't do it, so he was begging his way out of more physical harm.

"Toughen up, you pathetic nerd." Thomas muttered, kicking Hiro hard in the side and laughed as he heard Hiro cry out in pain again.

"Please!" Hiro begged one last time before he felt a kick in the face and scarlet, thick blood began to trickle from his nose slowly.

Thomas ignored his pleas, and after a few more minutes that seemed to last for centuries, Hiro felt hot tears prick his eyes as he continually was kicked countless times.

"Go die, scum." Thomas whispered before kicking him one last time, and with that he left the bathroom. Hiro lied on the bathroom floor, and let loud sobs escape his bleeding lips, which he silenced the best he could with palm of his hand.

The insults and texts began echoing in the young boy's head as he continued to sob:

"You're a loser."

"Nerd."

"You're a mistake."

"No one even likes you."

"No one would care if you were gone."

"Go die."

"Die alone."

"Just die, you nerd."

Die…

Die….

No one would care…

Die…

Die…die…die…

JUST DIE.

"Okay." Hiro promised in a whisper, nodding slightly as more tears overflowed his closed eyes.

"Okay…"

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