School was hell, always hell.

You were on your way to your first class when you were pushed into a locker. The people walking past glanced at you and snickered, before making their own way to their classes. Every morning was like this for you, being pushed around and made fun of.

Sometimes it was your hair, they'd comment on it's length or it's style. You had thought of dying it a different colour in hopes they would stop but knew it would make it worse.

Sometimes it was your clothes. No matter what you wore, people would comment about it, calling you names you wished you never knew existed.

Sometimes it was nothing. People would just be mean. You had no idea what, you don't know what you did to make people hate you, to make them bully you, it just... Happened.

At first you took it to heart, you'd go home crying or shut yourself away in the girl's bathroom in the middle of class. Your parents didn't care, they thought you were making it up, and the teachers would try to help but, well school is school, the bullies always get away with it and the victims, Gods speed.

However the more they bully you, the less you care. You didn't like it, but sometimes you wished they'd pick on someone else, a break now and then would be a blessing. Yet overall, you're started to become immune to it.

In fact, you had been busy working on a small project, creating a small doll with a smile. It hung off your bag, always reminding you that life will get better as soon as you graduate. Well, in the bullying sense anyway.

Every day, the more people comment or laugh, the more you take in the dolls positive attitude, it's presence, and soon enough you had found yourself attached to it.

So every day you'd make sure to hide the doll, knowing full well that if the bullies found it, they'd take it and find a way to destroy it.

You finally got to class, making sure the doll was tucked safely away in your pencil case, you walked into class and sat down. The teacher walked in not long after, and everyone stopped their chatter and faced the front.

"Now class, today we get a new student." The teacher smiled, turning to the door of the room, "Come in Helen."

The guys all snickered to each other, thinking of another bird to prey on. But when a boy walked in, wearing a blue jumper and black pants, with his black hair covering his eyes, they all laughed.

"What kind of guy has a girl name?" One student laughed, the others laughed harder.

"That's enough!" The teacher yelled, looking offended herself, "Ignore them please Helen, and take a seat."

The guy raised his gaze, his bright blue eyes scanning the room. There were three spare seats, two off by themselves and one next to you. His eyes landed on yours and you offered a smile, moving your things for him to sit down.

But he walked past you, sitting at the desk in the back corner. The class seemed to laugh more.

"Classic!"

"Not even the new guy wants to sit next to (Y/N)!"

"What a weirdo, who would sit next to her anyway?"

"Class!" The teacher snapped, "Please pay attention."

You sighed, lowering your head. It shouldn't have been much of a surprise to you, everyone seemed to keep their distance from you in classes. It was as if you had some sort of disease, which did hurt now and then.

The teacher started the class, and the students, sometimes talking or giggling, still followed along, doing their work. But you leant on your hand, using the other to look through the pencil case for your beautiful doll. Finding it, you held it tightly, closing your eyes and taking a breath.

"Miss! (Y/N)'s sleeping in class!"

Your (e/c) eyes snapped open, and you faced the teacher, shaking your head.

"Stop your tattling." The teacher growled at the accuser, before going back to work.

Man you had a lot of respect for her, she was always on your side.

Class continued, and then came to an end. About time. Quickly packing up your things, you exited the class and headed straight for the cafeteria. As soon as you had your food, you could go find a corner and hope no body bothered you.

Once you had your food you found a table in the furthest corner from the popular kids and took your seat, digging into your food. A figure walked over while you drank some of the water, and you prayed you would still have food to eat after this.

"Hey..." You froze. That wasn't a voice you recognised. Slowly, you lowered your gaze to see the new guy, Helen, standing in front of you with a tray of food.

"Hey...?" You titled your head, what was he doing here?

"Can I sit here?" He asked, taking his place at the table anyway.

"Uh... I-I guess...?"

The guy nodded, before he started eating in silence. You watched him, wondering if this was some sort of trick, if he was going to steal your food or yell out something horrible.

Instead he turned his intense gaze on you, "Are you going to eat?"

"O-Oh uh... Yes." You nodded, before biting into your lunch.

"I know how it feels." He said quietly, so that no one could hear him, "I've been in your shoes... Just point out the worst of them I can take care of them for you."

"Uh... Thanks?"

"You can't thank me yet. Bullies should have a taste of their own medicine." Helen waved his hand, before looking around the room, "Who are they?"

You put your food down, taking a gulp. What was this guy's deal? What would he do to the people that bullied you? You couldn't help but feel curious, point across the room at a table of jocks and sluts.

"I see..." The guy nodded, before facing you and offering his hand, "I'm Helen."

"I... Know...?" You took it and shook it.

"And you are?"

"Oh right." You smiled sheepishly, "My name is (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N)."

"(Y/N)... That's a nice name."

"You're the only one that thinks that..." You sighed, finishing your lunch, "So uh... What are you going to do to them?"

"Make them pay." The boy stood, before putting his tray away, "Keep an eye out for a message from me, I'll be able to find you on social media. If that's alright."

He rubbed his head, before lowering it, "Uh, sorry... I'm not normally this friendly, I was very... recluse at my old school... I guess I want to change that here."

"Oh, well that's alright." You smiled again, nodding, "I'm sure you'll find me, I'll keep an eye out."

The guy nodded, and you parted ways. He wasn't in your next two classes, but you were happy to finally have someone sitting next to you in your last class. People poked fun and make love jokes about the two of you, but you both seemed really good at ignoring their comments.

Even still, you held your doll in your pencil case, just to feel extra safe.

"I saw you grab that earlier today." Helen whispered in your ear, "What is it?"

"It's my friend..." You mumbled, "I made it, to help me through the comments and bullying."

Helen nodded, "May I see?"

You looked around the classroom, before nodding and handing the doll to him. He took the small figure in his hands, turning it around slowly, examining it.

"This is really well made." He said, "I draw to help cope with things."

"I'd love to see the drawings." You smiled, but he shrugged it off, handing the doll back to you,

"I take it that thing means a lot to you." He said, completely ignoring your comment, "If it's helped you this far, better keep it safe."

"Duh, that's the idea." You smiled, finally the bell rang for ed of school.

You stood and smiled, at least you can go home and listen to your music. That was the best part of the day. You turned to Helen, nodding your head to him,

"Thank you, by the way, it's the first time anyone has... Treated me nicely..." Your smile faded and you lowered your head, "But..."

"They're already making fun of me." Helen held up his hand, "A guy with the name Helen, it's like the newest joke already. I don't mind hanging out with you."

"But it could get worse. It will."

He shrugged, "I've dealt with worse. Anyway you should head home. I'm going to sort these bullies out."

~LATER~

You were sitting in your room, headphones in your ears blasting music, working on your school assignments when your phone buzzed. You had a message from someone with the name 'Bloody Painter'.

'It's me Helen.'

You couldn't stop the smile from appearing on your face.

'Hey Helen, what a cool username.'

'It's just something I picked up from my last school.'

'Something the bullies said?'

'Something like that. I took care of your bullies btw, they shouldn't bother you anymore.'

You smiled more, but curiosity spiked at you.

'What did you do?'

'I can't tell you yet, you'll find out tomorrow. Everything will be alright now though.'

'Alright.'

You put your phone down and went back to study when your parents knocked on your door.

"(Y/N)?" They asked, opening the door slowly.

"Hey mum, dad." You looked up at them, "What do you want?"

The two seemed to relax, before offering you a smile. You tilted your head, they have never acted this way, let alone given you attention like this.

"We just... We're sorry." Your father stepped forward, "We've both been so busy we lost our way and, well we were both just reminded of the time we're missing out with you."

You blinked, -What...?-

"And we're thinking." Your mother stepped next to him, "We should go on holiday for a little bit, you know, get out of our usual routines and have a break."

"A... Break... In the middle of the school term?"

"It's not ideal, but we'll make sure the teachers send you everything you need." Your dad nodded, "We just... We had a scare..."

They glanced at each other, before sighing, "We know you've been having a bad time at school and we're sorry we couldn't help... They found a few kids in their rooms tonight. Dead. We just, we got scared, but you're alright."

"What?" Your eyes widened, "Which students?"

"A few of the jocks I believe it said." Your father rubbed his chin, "They'd been attacked in their rooms, multiple stab wounds in their bodies and their throats were all slit."

I'm so sorry this is so shit ;-; I uh... I guess I'm having a small writers block, and I'm having a bad few days... I just can't seem to write rn, but I need to, otherwise I won't be able to update every week like I plan to. I'm so sorry he is OOC, I just couldn't see a way for him to really communicate with you if he was, well his closed, loner self. Plus again I just couldn't seem to write properly today. I really am sorry, I hope it was at least entertaining or something. I hope the next ones are better, I guess we'll see...

RJ Out!!!