Right before PE started, I left school. I'm used to leaving before phys-Ed since well, I am covered in bruises and all, so I guess everyone prays for when I do.

At the park I looked down and saw that my necklace had fallen out of place—probably from this morning's "activities"—and grabbed the knot to turn it around until I found the pendant on it so that I could tuck it in under my shirt. You see this necklace of mine, it's a religious sign and, well, my religion is basically frowned upon by all others. Mostly because the others don't understand that it's not witchcraft. IT'S NOT YOU JACKASSES! Ok, ok, I'm sorry (again with the fucking apologies) but I find it annoying at how I can get suspended for even wearing the thing when all those Christians wear crosses around their necks—it ain't fair, it just ain't fair.

After fixing my necklace I walked over and sat on the rubber seat so that I could take a rest. I was already panting and school is closer then my house at the moment. It's going to take some time to get home, isn't it? I sighed and stood to go and lay down in the shade. I almost fell asleep, and then I heard a crunch not too far away and stood up to start trekking back to my house again.

I was huffing and puffing by the time I got home and looked in my front window. The lights were off and I knew mom was at work—she left before I did this morning—and dad looked like he was either at a friend's house, or just out at a rave—you never know with that guy. The door was unlocked, so I just waltzed right in and—just to be safe—sprinted through the room and up the stairs to my room. I fell onto my bed with a groan and passed out instantly.

I woke up to the smell of some sort of food. What time is it? I wondered and looked to the clock, it was still before school was supposed to end, Dad's raves always (I mean always) last until midnight or later and then mom isn't scheduled off until nine tonight… I'd better check this out. I slumped out of my bed and crept silently down the staircase hitting only the stairs that wouldn't creak. When I poked my head out of the corner of the 'case, I felt my eyes widen.

"What're you two doing here?" I yawned as I walked out of that area, relieved to see that it wasn't some psycho idiot trying to rob us—well, it wouldn't be the first time.

Link looked up from the couch and Naa looked through the small "window" in the kitchen (or as I like to know it, the place where dad punched me through the wall this morning.)

"You're up?" She asked, confused.

"Just barely." I answered with a yawn. "Why?"

"You were pretty out when I checked on you." Link answered with a large smile—something in his voice made my cheeks go pink a little. "You freaking passed out the moment you touched the bed."

I shook my head and looked away. "I've been tired."

"You had to pause at the damn park and against walls on your way, here." Naa pointed out.

"I thought I heard something at the park." I pointed out and leaned against the wall, slowly.

"We were worried about you and how'd you wake up?" She ran on.

I looked away from them both and crossed my arms. "I won't answer that."

She only laughed as Link stood up and she disappeared again.

"Come with me." He whispered once he got close to me. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up the staircase with him. We stopped at the top of the stairs and he pushed me up against the wall, slowly. It shocked me—did he really pay that much attention to me?

"What is it, Link?" I asked after he put his arms up next to my head and shoulders; he was about an inch shorter than me, but an inch ain't all that much anyway.

"Dark, what's the matter? I know your hurt, your arms are covered in bruises. And I know what that powder on your table is-"

I groaned and looked away, "Dad, your dead." I mumbled under my breath.

"Since when did you do coke?"

"What?! I don't do coke!" I refused; but that doesn't mean that I don't occasionally do others.

"Oh… Sorry." He grinned up at me. "It's just, your parents aren't home so-"

"Yeah, and I'm glad they aren't."

"Why? Don't you love them?"

I looked down and found myself not answering.

"You-You don't love your parents?"

"Anything but." I filled him in and felt his hand pulling me away from the wall, and into his arms. My arms slowly flinched their way up and I hugged back, putting my head between his shoulder and neck. I sighed in relief, he felt so warm, so welcoming so… how I pictured it. I held him against me for a long time.

He finally laughed slightly. "Dark, are you asleep?"

I chuckled against him. "No…"

"Really? You feel light."

"I've always been light."

"Are you anorexic?"

"No." How can I be anorexic when I can't/don't eat? I wondered.

"Then why are you so light? This can't be healthy."

"It's not." I paused a moment and nestled my head further into his neck. "But, look at the bright side. I'm light."

"That isn't a bright side."

"Sure… Ruin the fun." I rolled my eyes slightly.

He laughed again. "You really like my neck, don't you?"

I held onto him tighter. I was about to say something along the lines of "not just your neck" but I'm too smart for that, so I just said, "It's soft."

I could feel the blood rush to his face as he held me closer to him. "Are you sure you're not asleep?"

I opened my eyes against his skin and half-smiled. "Yeah, of course I am-!" The distant sound of an engine shocked me and I stood up straight.

"What is it-?" He asked as I got out of his arms and rushed down the stairs to see who it was.

"Shit."

"Dark, what's the matter?" Link called back.

"Naa, get out of the kitchen!"

"Why?"

"Just come with me!" I ordered and shut off the light before running back up the stairs, her wrist firmly in my hand. Link was staring at me confused as I pulled my door open and pushed the two of them in before going in and locking the door.

"What's going on?" Naa asked, slightly breathless.

"Whisper." I ordered and walked away from the door.

"What's going on?" Link asked again with a whisper.

"My dad's home."