Author's note:
This is the chapter where the abuse is mentioned for the first time. Don't like don't read.
Elementary school is based on the system we have in the Netherlands. The grades go from 1-8, where the american grades go from 1-6. First grade American is third grade Dutch. I hope that explains that...
I had this idea worked out all the way before I realized that the school systems are different. I can't change it anymore, because I'll get confused like hell and the timeline won't be accurate anymore.
Hope you understand.

Hope you enjoy

Characters belong to Square Enix, story belongs to me.
Inspiration from

"The other side isn't so green" and "Here at the other side" By Sammy-Dee.

Warning: there will be abuse and boylove in this story. Don't like don't read.
For those who do enjoy sick and twisted writing: I hope you enjoy.

~DSL

The evil behind two faces

Chapter 4

"The beginning" by Axel Nakayama

My start at elementary school is something I'll probably never forget. Mainly, though, because with that start, something else started as well. Up until the age of four, my parents weren't exactly the most loving ones, but they were my parents, after all, so I dealt with it. When I was four and I went to the first grade of elementary school, they started changing. I never knew the reason for this sudden change, and I guess I never will know.
The first day at the new school is probably the day I remember best. Everything was new, exciting, and a little frightening. As we entered the classroom, the chairs were set up in a large circle, and every chair had a name on it. Soon I had found my chair, which -luckily- was next to Demyx's. Dem and I had become friends throughout the two years we spent in kindergarten and other kids kind of scared me for some reason. Demyx was safe, others were scary.
The class started with our loving teacher asking us what we did throughout the summer and introduce ourselves. I remember Demyx telling something about the sea, swimming in it with his parents and telling that he loved the color blue and anything that had to do with water. That's still Dem in short nowadays. Blue, water, and the later addition: music.
My own story about the summer wasn't that exciting, I had spent much of the days in the garden, playing hide and seek with little birds, cats and other animals. I hadn't been on a vacation, like most of the others had been. I had never even seen the sea. Actually, my knowledge of the world was limited to the town we live in. I told the class I liked the colors red and black (which, nowadays are still my favorite colors) and that I liked water as well (which, nowadays is something I'd rather avoid except for showers). I told the class I liked water, because I really didn't know what to say, and they seemed to like Demyx, so I guessed that was a safe thing to say.

Later, it appeared that sitting in that circle was the traditional beginning of the day. After that, we'd be allowed to play in different so called 'corners', there was a corner with dolls, one with cars, one with sand, and one corner was set up like a shop.
Sometimes, we'd practice starting to write and read, even though we weren't conscious of doing that. Demyx always stayed close to me, always being my safe haven to go to. Together we'd play with the sand, the cars, or make drawings. Anything, really, we'd do together.

The moment my parents found out that Demyx went to the same elementary school as I did, they arranged something with Demyx's mother, so she'd take me home as well. Their explanation: they were too busy with their work to bring me to and get me from school. That Demyx's mother was running their household by herself and had quite the busy job as well, didn't come to their minds. Then again, why would that occur to them? They wer e way too busy pretending we were the most perfect little family in our neighborhood. That the truth was as far from that as can be, was something only Demyx would find out for a long time.

After I got home that first day of elementary school, I wanted to tell my parents everything about this most exciting day of my short life. My mother had just returned home from her beauty-salon when I got home and wasn't exactly willing to listen to my -perhaps a little too- enthousiast story. When my dad got home, I noticed he was having a bad day, but none the less I took my chance to finally share my experiences of elementary school. That's something I've been regretting ever since.
As my dad, just like my mom, wouldn't listen to my story, I, being a four year old, got upset that nobody would listen to me. As I started cry, my mother just walked off to call a friend and my dad got himself a beer, sat down at the couch and turned on the tv. At that moment I thought making a scene would get me the attention I wanted, so I started one.
That's something I've been regretting ever since. My dad's mood got even worse and as he had been drinking, his emotions were fed by the alcohol. He yelled at me to shut up and go play in my room. As I refused to go play before I had told someone about my day, I started telling my dad all about it. When I had just gotten to the point where we were sitting in a large circle, my father threw his –by now empty- beer bottle at me and told me that if I didn't shut my mouth very soon, he'd slam it shut. Believing him, I went upstairs and sat in my room, waiting until dinner would be ready.
When we sat down for dinner, I gave it my last shot. I started talking again, but soon a harsh slap in my face stopped me from talking. I looked to my left, to see my father looking at me angrily and telling me that he had warned me. My mother stared at the scene in front of here with no emotion whatsoever in her eyes. She just looked, saw and continued eating.
After dinner I went upstairs, got ready for bed and spent the first hours after that wondering what I had done wrong, staring at the stars, looking for an answer. The stars were staring back. Cold and far away, but company, friends if you like. The only company I had besides Demyx.

Like I said, the first day of elementary school is a day I'll probably never forget. When I walked to Demyx's house the next morning, his mother opened the door before I even got there. She let me in, made me some breakfast and then took Demyx and me to school. This would soon become a habit, I would leave my house early to eat breakfast with Dem and his mother, then go to school.
At school another form of abuse started. I grew more quiet than I already was, which didn't get me more friends than Demyx. The other kids still kind of scared me and they noticed that. Soon they had found the kid that stood out like an elephant in a flock of sheep. Me. If they didn't tease me about my hair, it would be my clothes. If it wasn't my clothes, it would be because they didn't have anything better to do, and I wouldn't fight back anyway. Talking about an easy target.
Luckily Demyx was pretty much always there, protecting me as much as he could. That boy got a fair amount of beatings and bullying because of me. Because he was my friend. My only friend. Again, something Demyx would be alone in for a long time.