First the nurse bandaged up Zexion's head. She was dangerous close to him. I glared at her back. I didn't know why though. It is not like I liked Zexion. He was a friend. Somehow, I felt…jealously?

No, it couldn't be that. Maybe, honestly it is because I felt a connection. Something about him I knew I was going to get a long with him.

The next part I hated the most. Being hit in the stomach, the nurse just had to check if he had and bruises of such.

"Can you lift up your shirt, a bit?" she asked innocently. TOO innocently in my opinion. Who does she think she is? His girlfriend? Okay, that was a disturbing thought. What Zexion was like 16-17 (junior) and she was like what? 25? Okay, so it's THAT big of a difference, but still…

"Wow. That must have been some hard hits?" she gasped dramatically. What was she talking about it? HITS?! He only got hit once. I couldn't help but stare at him myself. Then I saw what the nurse saw. Bruises and cuts all over him. My eyes widened a bit and then shrunk back down to normal size.

'He is like you' came Demyx voice. "Like me…" I whispered to myself.

"Did you say something?!" the nurse partially snapped at me.

Back to reality. "Huh? No, I didn't say anything." The nurse glared at me for a bit and then went back and to inspecting Zexion's wounds. Zexion caught my eye. I could tell by looking at me that he was asking me if anything was wrong. I simply replied no to him.

(Weird…silence talk, the one Demyx doesn't get!)

If he was like me…then maybe, in my hypothesis was that Zexion also got abused at his house. Maybe, judging my his bruises, Demyx saying he was just like me. I mean how else could Zexion be like me. Personality wise? Maybe. We did have the same interest in books. I don't think that many other people read about Darkness.

"Let's go." Zexion said. I spaced out I guess. I stood up and nodded. We headed back to class. The walk was deadly quiet. Not good silence, the bad kind…the awkward kind.

Class was just ending. The other side won, the one I wasn't on. Roxas seemed happy about it. He bragged about it. Axel got annoyed easily and threatened to dump him in the dumpster.

It was lunch time though! It was a 35 minute break from class. Even though I didn't eat, I took the time to do homework or just rest.

We took our regular spot outside, under this big tree that gave a lot of shade in the spring and summer, but during the winter, all the branches split the sunlight (if there was any) and it was just so pretty.

Roxas immediately started to climb onto the becoming bare branches. He reminded me of a monkey, scampering up until he found a big enough branch to hold his weight. Then Axel would throw up their lunches and then he would climb up.

Me? I preferred the ground. And besides, I am a bad climber hurt or not. I took my spot on some roots that were sticking out. And placed my back on the trunk of the tree. The sun hit my body, but let my face have some shade.

"You're not eating either?" Demyx cried out. He was talking about Zexion. Demyx was wondering why Zexion didn't bring a lunch.

"You two," Demyx said pointing at us. "Are not healthy peoples!"

I laughed at Demyx way of talking. He really needed to go back to elementary school and learn his grammar again. I smiled under the tree, Demyx made me happy, even through all the bad things in my life. He was always there. That one friend I could really count, count on. Like an older brother. Demyx was way, way, way better than my blood-related older brother.

I shot up when something landed on my stomach. It was an apple. I looked up to see Axel grinning stupidly. I shook my head. Such like my friends looking out for me. They always gave me spares or food they didn't want. I took a bite of the apple. It tasted really good, so good it was almost like poison, but I knew it wasn't.

I finished the apple and was left with only the core. I was too lazy to get up and throw it away. I chucked it at Demyx and it hit him right on the side of his head.

"OW, that actually hurt!" he shouted at me.

As lunch ended we dragged ourselves back to the classrooms.

I stared out the window. It was getting cloudy. I tapped my pencil on the desk unconsciously.

"Miss Blix. Would you care to listen?" asked the teacher. I didn't hear him. I didn't notice him coming towards me. I didn't know until he snapped the ruler on the desk. My head spun towards him.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"I'll let you off this time, just because I am nice. Next time you have a detention." and he walked off.

Demyx looked at me 'that teacher is crazy!' and I nodded in agreement.

I had three more classes after that class. They went by slowly and boringly. It was one of those days were you just stare the clock wishing it would move faster, but it always seemed to move slower.

Why was that when you're having fun time goes fast, but when you're not-it doesn't?

When the bells finally rang for school to be out I was about to scream in happiness, but home wasn't the best place either.

Unfortunately, I had work that day. I worked at a little market some nice old lady owned. She was like a grandmother to me. Her shop had all different kinds of stuff besides food. Like fabrics and books and CD's. Sometimes instead of getting paid money, I get paid in goods. I buy mostly fabric so I can make my clothes. My so called parents would ever buy me new ones so I make them. It is a little hobby I got. It's fun too.