Sanders Sides ONESHOTS

Protection

REQUESTED BY BubblesCanGame

Let me know if I should go back to this style of writing or keep the one I use

Ever been bullied? Well, let me tell you, if you haven't, try not to get bullied EVER. Especially physical.

I grabbed my pen and sketched out a detailed photo of a dog. Cute, right? I'm quite fond of dogs.

Everything had been wonderful for me when I started highschool. I had friends, Patton and Logan, I was ignored by most, leaving me to my peace. I enjoyed it. While it lasted.

Now, I have no friends, no peace, but lots and lots of bruises. And a new one will appear everyday. My mother is an alcoholic. My father works a lot. But when he comes home at midnight, when I'm awake, we'll sit in the kitchen eating ice cream. And having to listen his awful jokes can sometimes be the best.

He knows I'm going through a lot. He knows I need someone to help me. He tries to be there for me as much as possible, but he's also trying to make money for us while my mother does nothing.

I've never actually been abused by my mother. She isn't an aggressive drinker. But she can be pretty annoying when she does drink.

Her schedule. Wake up, shower, make breakfast for the two of us, wash dishes, grab lots of beer, get drunk until 7pm, and crash out on the couch. (Sometimes, most of the time she's able to make it to her room.)

We never communicate. Even during breakfast, she usually takes it to the living room while I eat at the dining table. It's sad. My family is sad.

My school is even worse. Full of asses to the brim. It's intoxicating, honestly.

I got pushed to the ground during passing period. No one even dared try to help me up, cause the bullies behind me, about to kick my ribs, would beat them up as well.

As if I'm a threat and the bullies are trying to rid of me. I didn't even know them. And they didn't know me. It just all ended up like this one day.

My friends left. Bad people started filling the school on the new year. And I was those bad people's target. Why? I have no clue.

Everyone had emptied the halls by the time the guys finally walked away, laughing at my pitiful pain. I put my elbow on the ground to lift myself, then my other hand to push up.

It hurt. It all hurt. So much. My nose was bleeding this time. Not a very rare occurrance, but it doesn't happen every time.

I sat on my legs and cried into my hands. I cried loud. I didn't care if anyone heard. Because all I was focusing on was the pain.

I noticed it getting darker. I slowly put my hands down and saw a pair of black converse in front of me. I looked up and saw a kid, dressed in all black.

"Yo. I'm Virgil. But you can call me Virge." He held out his hand in front of me. Who was this guy? What did he want from me?

I hesitantly took the hand and he lifted me up. I blinked away tears about to fall and wiped my face.

"You look pretty bad." He turned and walked a few steps before turning right. He opened his locker and brought out a plastic kit. "C'mon." He said before walking the opposide direction of me.

I turned and followed. We were in the bathroom. He told me to sit on the sinks, I did. I decided, whatever this guys gonna do, I want it over with.

"I never got your name by the way." Virgil said, opened the kit and pulling out a white cotton swab.

"R-Roman.." I replied. Is he helping me? Who would do such a thing?