But, None Of That Matters.

Chapter 1- Shuttle

I guess nothing good is coming my way. Except, I would never wish my life on anyone else. Although, I sometimes find myself wishing that Victor would have the most hellish life of all.

I try lying down in all sorts of positions; on my back, my left side, right side and there's no way that I can sleep on my front (because of the state of my nose), so I end up just sitting against my wall.

Bruises on my waist, legs, arms, back, head and neck and I don't know what kind of internal injuries I have.

I feel like a wreck.

I know it's a useless thought, but I hope they heal before tomorrow.

It hurts so much...

But, what's the point in crying? I keep asking myself, yet I still cry.

It can't be helped.

I can't be helped.

My desk sits in the corner. It belongs to the shuttle as this is the closest desk to Victor's. I would say, that I'm surprised that the teacher allowed Victor to move my desk to the corner, but I'm not. I guess there's no way of getting away from him. He even bullies the teachers.

He still isn't here yet.

Victor Reeds isn't in class... Maybe he hasn't come to school?!

I can't help but feel a little bit of relief knowing that he won't be here today. That I'll be free, even if it is only for today...

Suddenly, my collar becomes tighter, forcing me to choke on my own tongue.

"I hope you weren't happy because you thought I wouldn't be here... It makes me very sad thinking that Shuttle boy doesn't have affection for me..."

My collar kept getting tighter, and I could feel all the blood rushing to my head.

I. Can't. Breathe.

His hand releases from my collar and I collapse on the floor, gasping for oxygen.

"So, where did you go yesterday? After your first dunk, I thought it would be fun to do it again. But once I'd finished talking to the janitor, you'd already vanished." He turned and sat on his chair, almost laughing- right at my face.

"I-I-I'm s-so-sorr-y."

His hair is black and spiky; his eyes are as bold as his ego and his skin is flaked with tattoos. He can't be that much bigger than me... Only a few inches; but he's a lot fitter and the whole school's on his side.

"Sorry won't cut it. You'll have to make it up to me after school. Actually, my friend needs some help... I'm sure you'd be perfect."

I know what that means. When he smiles like that; it's going to be a new way. A different torture method. There just isn't an escape.

It's okay. As long as I'm not getting dunked; I can handle it.

"Good morning class. We will begin our lesson by turning to page 127, looking at the topic: geometry." And the teacher acts as if he didn't see anything too. Is everyone blind to injustice?

No one cares.

Thankfully though, Victor fell asleep, so I only had to worry about taking down notes for him. Goodness knows how hard the lessons would be if he actually bothered to stay awake.

Maybe if I sneak away now. I can get away with not seeing him for the rest of the day. I know he's a heavy sleeper...

"Aye, aye!" I felt my back crunch as it slammed against the wall. "Big ol' Victor wouldn't be too happy if his little shuttle ran off so soon!"