Special Thanks to Fear-The-Keiko! He/she was the only one that reviwed! And so, as to a reply, here ya go!

Screams… Cries… Heartbreak… Despair… That's all you need to know, and I guarantee that you have at least met ONE person with this kind of light. And do you know where they end up? Jail you might think, since they're obviously criminals right? Or, the Insane Asylum, as they'll probably kill themselves. But… No. You're all wrong. The place people like this… like me… will end up in something no human could withstand… what none would want… in the person's mind.

Tenshi's Room

I groaned as my alarm went off, it's loud ringing making me cringe. I slammed my hand down on it and sighed.

No dream. Thank God.

I sat up slowly, aware that I have a headache. Great… now I have to deal with it while at school. As I try to stand, my sheets once again latch onto me, fully aware of my pain. Sweet little things they are, always worried.

"Don't worry. I'll be fine. I'll just get some medicine from the nurse if it gets worse… Hey… that rhymed. I'm a poet and I didn't even know it!" I said the last part sarcastically.

Once again I start my daily ritual of getting ready. Black sports bra and black Brian boxers; my blood red long sleeved shirt with Stewie Griffin on the front saying 'Damn you all!' in cursive; and loose blue slacks. All of this accompanied by a splendid headache. Hair left out and finger combed. And all the other necessary things needed for me to get through the day.

I rush downstairs to get my foster parent's food made, but am stopped by… shit. Sorry Lord! Didn't mean to swear I appeased.

"Ten-shit!" growled my foster mother. That's what she calls me, Ten-shit.

I gulp. "Yes Ms. Johnson?" I asked fearfully.

She sneers. "Why isn't my breakfast made yet?"

"I-I'm sorry. You're just not usually up this early and-" I am silenced when a firm slap is delivered to my cheek, making my head whip to the side. I lower my head in submission as I look at the floor. My head feels even worse now.

"No excuses. When you get back, I want you to clean this house, make my dinner, and then come up to my room to get your punishment. Am I understood Ten-shit?" she snarls.

I nod feebly. "Yes mam." I whisper, then cringe as I'm pushed roughly forward and an evil hacking cackle emits from my foster mother as I run out of the house.

I take in gulps of air of the cool morning as I rush to school, not stopping by Bob's Bakery for fear I'd be late. My foster mother always does that if she wakes up before me. I don't like it… but at least I have a roof over my head… And that's all that matters.

FIRST PERIOD: PE

I sat in my Gym uniform with all the students in my class, waiting for the call of warm-ups. I didn't like PE much… though that's not a surprise. No one really does unless they are fast runners. I think my grade is a D since I at least try.

As we are called for warm-ups and I stand, I wince at the harsh punch delivered to my arm, followed by snickers. Our warm-ups make my headache increase in pain further. When it's time for our main activity, I find out it's dodge ball… Oh joy, more pain.

SECOND PERIOD: TA

This is a class I actually can understand. I simply sit and be quiet. I usually read, draw, do homework, or type on the computer. As long as I make myself busy, I don't have to rush around school delivering things. I don't understand why the other children in my class practically jump for a chance to do so.

As I read one of the fan fiction stories I had printed out on the school computer just minutes before, my chair is slipped out from under me, and I fall to the floor painfully. A chorus of giggles and chuckles come from the other children as I shakily stand up. Head hurts a bit more.

"Tenshi!" I whip around to face Mr. Fox who is glaring at me angrily. "What do you think you're doing?"

I look behind me to see all the children smiling at me menacingly. I know that if I tell the truth, they'll beat me up, for the truth is, is that one of them pulled it out from under me. But if I lie…

I turn back to Mr. Fox and say, "Sorry sir. I was tilting back in my chair and I fell." I lie, apologizing for something that was, when I think about it, my fault. I mean, if the kids didn't want to bully me so much, I wouldn't have been bullied now would I?

Mr. Fox's eyes narrow. "Well, see that that doesn't happen again."

THIRD PERIOD: LANGUAGE ARTS

It's an okay class. Nice teacher at least. Since I'm next to the teacher's desk I don't get bullied on. It's peaceful. But I have an F.

FOURTH PERIOD: HISTORY

Same as third, we're in the same room, same people, same teacher.

LUNCH

I'm eating alone, reading the same fan fiction. It was very addictive. It's about Stewie Griffin and Brian. I usually don't do romance, but, it has angst in it, and I find I'm drawn to it. It's called Coming Out and created by the user Howling 1 (A/N: Yep! I mentioned someone from FEEL WORTHY!... –clears throat- um… well onwards!) It's about how Stewie likes Brian in a romantic way and makes him gay. It's pretty good… for a romance.

Suddenly, I'm pushed off the bench and onto the hard concrete ground. I blink as I heard gut busting laughs all around. Erg… my head if starting to pound.

"Hi bookworm!" yelled a gruff voice as I sat up slowly. I looked up to see Carri (pronounced car-ee) snickering down at me. Carri is an African American boy with a small silver hoop earring in his right ear, baggy gray clothes, skinny frame, and a mean attitude. He only bullies me. He's my person bully I guess I should say. People have formed a tight circle around us.

I gulp as I shakily stand on my feet. I had a feeling I knew what was coming.

Carri sneered. "Guess what? It's time for your weekly does of pain bringers." He said, cracking his knuckles.

I close my eyes. I was right. It was time for my weekly beating. Two beatings in one day. One from my bully, and one from my foster mother. Wonderful.

As a harsh blow is delivered to my cheek, I tell myself that it'll be over soon. As I fall to the ground and am delivered a harsh kick to the shins, I tell myself that I can get through this. As my glasses fall off, I tell myself that they can be replaced. As I feel blood start to flow from my nose, I tell myself that it will blend in with my shirt. As my head pounds with each angry and hate filled curse spat at me and accompanied by more pummels, I tell myself that at least I'm not dead. But, as I begin to lose consciousness, and the headache begins to overpower all the other pain, I start to wonder… if that's a good thing… or a bad thing.

Kaoru's POV: Walking Home

I sigh sadly as I think of what Tamaki had said. Why hadn't Hikaru told me? We told each other everything. I close my eyes and sigh once more.

Suddenly, I'm pushed up against a wall, staring fearfully into dark green eyes.

"Give me your money kid." Growls a gruff and drunken voice.

I shiver in disgust. "I-I don't have any."

"Yeah right! You have the Ouran school uniform. You have some on you, I know it. So give it."

I gulp. I really didn't have any. I don't carry around cash, my brother is the one that does that. I'd rather save it than spend freely like him. "I don't have any!"

My eyes widen as I'm slapped. "Fine! If you won't tell, me, I'll just have to beat it out of you!"

I slam my eyes closed as pain begins to assail me all over, making my head pound fiercely. No one's here to help me… no one's here to save me. I'm alone… just like I always feared. I'm alone and dealing with a thug as he beats me to bloody pulp. I try to keep my spirits up by telling myself that at least I'm not dead.

But… is that a good thing? I wonder as I finally sink into blackness.

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Kaoru & Tenshi: …

Me: I'm going to be having the characters come out at the end to talk k? Just a heads up.

Kaoru: You… You're evil…

Tenshi: Yeah…

Me: -shrugs- hey, tons of people added me, so I decided to continue! Yay Me! –claps hands like London Tipton-

Tenshi & Kaoru: -sweatdrop-