I walked into class on Tuesday morning, not expecting anyone to talk to me or look at me. I was the unknown classmate, though I was probably known but just wasn't that social. I have never talked to anyone in this class, ever. I am the mistake, the loner, the person who everyone ignores. I don't care what others thought about me, I don't care if people try to talk to me, I don't care if I am always a loner, I prefer it this way.

The day was just like any other day, we learned, they socialized while I watched, and we we all went home, except for me. I stayed, cleaned up the room, rubbed away whatever was written on my desk, finished my homework, and did everything I could to procrastinate going home. It was around 6 when I actually left school. I walked around for a hour before sighing, gathering up my nerves, and going home. I was almost to my door when I saw a kid from my school ride past my house. He was new, with brown hair, tan skin, and the prettiest hazel eyes I've ever seen, I think his name was Lance. I wondered why he moved in this rundown neighborhood instead of buying a place in the more normal areas for kids. This place was a dump, with dried up grass, creeps lurking around every corner, and rundown old buildings. My house was a short, brown house with broken windows, a wooden door, and a roof that was missing at least half the shambles that was supposed to be on there. It had old crooked steps and splintering chairs on the porch. It was where I had lived all my life, me, my dad, my mom, and my older brother. I was adopted and never liked my family, I should say I never liked how my family treated me. I'll just show you, it's kinda hard to explain. I braved myself for whatever was behind the door. I slowly opened it and peeked my head inside, it was dark. I don't think my family was home yet, that's a relief.

I quickly and quietly go to my room, or should I say closet and open the door. That's where I made my mistake. The door flew open and six hands grabbed at me. I made a muffled scream as the hands pulled me out, slowly showing me the body they were attached to. It was my family.

My mom held my feet, my brother(who is 21) held my torso, and my dad held my head, keeping my mouth closed with his strong and firm hand. I squirmed and tried to get out of their grasps as they pulled me toward their bedroom, knowing exactly what to do. They put me in a dark room with a single chair. It was the biggest room in the house, and they used it only for one thing, torturing me. Now only my brother physically tortured me, my mom and Dad mentally tortured me by saying things bullies would say like
"Go die motherfucker!"
Or
"You are not good enough to be treated like a human being, you're a monster!"

I was adopted at when I was 10 months old. I only remember some small things about my real family, like their smiles or the way they made me eat food. I snapped back to reality when the door closed then opened a few moments later with something burning. It was a metal rod, so hot it was literally melting. They had duck taped my mouth closed so all I could do was watch and shake as they lifted up my shirt to show my muscular yet small stomach. They put the metal up to my skin and I could smell the burning from a mile away, except I wasn't. I was the one getting burned, and it hurt like all hell had broken loose. I felt tears fall down my face as they pushed a little harder, making me try to tell in pain, although it was useless as they had duck taped my mouth.

They took hold of my hair and pulled, making my fall down with the chair and land face first in the most uncomfortable position I had ever been in before. They pulled on my hair again, making me look at their faces, all I saw was the fake smiles of demons closing in on me.

——————The next morning—————
I woke up at 6 am and went outside, still hurting from last nights torture. I started stretching out, hoping that with a little running, I could forget about what happened last night, or all the nights before. After I finished stretching, I started running down the street at a slow pace, warming up before my usual pace. I looked at the other side of the street and noticed the new boy from school going the same pace as me. He was wearing headphones and a blue t-shirt with shorts that went down to the knee. What looked like his friends were following behind, looking exhausted and wanting to go back to bed. I started going at my usual pace after a few minutes and raced ahead of him. He looked up and noticed my presence for the first time. The boy looked back at his friends starting to lag behind and stopped allowing them to rest. I kept going.

After a hour of running I started around a corner and cut through a few back years and forests to get home in about thirty minutes. I got ready for school in silence, wearing a red sweatshirt and tight black jeans. I put my longish hair inti a ponytail and left for school, bringing along some money for lunch. I wad about to turn a corner when I heard loud voices and muffled screams. I started running in that direction, hoping that I could catch the people who were attacking someone. I turned another corner just as I saw the perpetrators,  it was of course, my family. I looked at who they were attacking and shock flashed across my face. It was the boy, I think it was Lance, along with his friends all tied up in a bundle, mouths duck taped. I noticed a knife in my brothers hand as he ran toward me, yelling at me to die.

I easily dodged his attack and punched him in the stomach, man, I was really gonna get beaten up for this. My brother crumbled to the ground and just before I looked up, I sensed hateful and even killing intent. It was my dad no doubt, but he I would struggle with. He was stronger then me, bigger then me, and even a little bit smarter then me, but I was faster and more agile, I was also more tactful and could think on my feet faster then he could. My dad punched at my head and I dodged, punching the mans jaw. I limboed under my fathers huge arm and grabbed the mans arm, judo flipping him across my shoulder and punching him in the face. My dad crumbled under my strong fist and I turned to my mom. She was holding a gun pointing straight at me. My eyes widened as she fired the gun, by some gift of god or just random luck, I was able to dodge the bullet that hit the side of the building and rushed toward the women. I grabbed her arm, twisting it in my hold and flipping her over. The big women landed on the ground with a loud thump and reached for something in her jacket. She grabbed my arm before I was able to pull away and stabbed my left hand with a knife. I held back a scream and punched her in the face, knocking her out cold.

I slowly pulled the knife out of my hand, wincing from the pain, and grabbed some gauze from my backpack, which I always kept around. I wrapped my hand in the thick padding and looked over to the people still staring in awe. I sneered at them and cut the ropes from around them. As soon as they were free I turned around, grabbed my bag from the sidewalk, and left, not saying a word to them.

————————At school———————-
"Did you see what just happened!?"
Lance yelled at his friends Pidge, Hunk, Shiro, and Allura who were all involved with the situation.
"I mean the guy was so familiar, but I can't put a finger on it... Oh right, he was jogging on the other side of the street with us!"
Lance said, almost screaming.
"Lance, I do agree with you, but you need to calm down,"
Shiro said calmly, eyes focused on avoiding running into people in front of him
"We were able to call the cops after that guy came and saved us, we should probably find him and thank him, then apologize."
We all agreed, he had single handily saved their asses,  beat down three thugs, and got hurt in the process.
"We should probably assume that he lives in your neighborhood, he might even go to school because he had a backpack. It looked like this happened often and he'd trained for it. We might be able to see him at this school."
Pidge spoke up, looking at every person the group passed, perhaps trying to find the guy with a ponytail. Lance nodded, eyes not searching the crowd, trying to find raven black hair in a ponytail.
"Guys, I doubt it, didn't you notice how small he was, he probably doesn't go to high school, and is in like middle school or something."
Hunk said, noting the glare coming from his short friend Pidge.
"Just because someone's short, doesn't mean they're young."
Pidge said defensively, eyeing the giant next to him. Lance noticed how clear the halls had gotten.
"We should probably go to class,"
Lance said, looking at his watch.
"Never mind, we still have at least thirty minutes before class starts, why is everyone leaving?"
His question was answered when the boy who had saved them exited the infirmary and started walking in their direction, not looking up once. Everyone in the group noticed the gauze still wrapped around his hand, now completely soaked in blood. The boy entered a restroom as everyone stared at him.
"Was I imagining things, or was that the boy who just saved us?"
Shiro asked, clearly confused.
"No, you weren't imagining things, that was completely real."
Allura said, finally getting over the shock of almost getting kidnapped a hour ago.
The group waited outside the restroom (because of Allura and Pidge) for the black haired boy to come out. He came out a few minutes later, gauze replaced, with a small frown set on his face. Allura perked up and said
"Thank you for saving us earlier!"
Making me jump and look around. He scowled at them and looked like he was accepting a fight.
"Wait! We're not here to fight! We want to thank you!"
Lance blurted out, knowing full well what he was about to do. I was confused, making me speak for the first time since entering the ninth grade.
"For what?"
I asked, clearly puzzled.
The group of five looked shocked, then realization set upon them.
"You saved us this morning from kidnappers and we wanted to thank you for it, so thank you."
Pidge said, Bowing and looking at the others. They all immediately followed her example and thanked me, Boeing their whole body. I had never had this happen to me before, so I just shook my head and started to walk away.
"W-wait"
Shiro called out, not expecting the rude and unsocial response.
"Your hand must hurt, let me get buy you something for exposing you to danger."
I just stared, not expecting to be asked to go get a drink with the group. The five people all looked toward me with guiltiness in their eyes, though I wasn't sure why. I looked down and said
"Well... you just met my family, so I should be apologizing to you,"
tapping my shoes like in the wizard of oz, except wanting to go anywhere but home. They all stared at me in shock, not moving at all. Lance grabbed my arm and whispered into my ear
"Meet us after school, we'll be by the big oak tree out front."
And ran off, the others following. I shook the whole ordeal off and went to my first period class and sat in the back. When I entered my sixth period class, I saw the group of friends that I had saved earlier that day. They were all whispering in a huddle, attracting attention from the other students until there were at least ten people all whispering about something. One person fron the group looked up, it was Pidge. She immediately saw me sitting in the back of the room like I usually did, doing my homework and listening to Fall Out Boy. Her sudden movement caught me eye, along with the entire groups, and they followed to where she was looking. All their eyes widened at once. They stared at me, and I looked down, noticing how every kid in the class was now looking at me. A boy notorious for bullying people, the person I had been trying my very best to avoid, smirked and strode over me. He put his hand down on my injured hand and applied pressure, making me wince. I noticed that the teacher had written on the board
"SELF STUDY TIME" and wasn't in the room.
"So, you finally have the attention of the whole class and you decide to ignore it? Well I can't stand weak people..."
He said in a horribly evil voice. He pulled me out of my chair by my injured hand making me put a pained expression on. He pulled up my shirt, revealing my most recent burn mark and the other scars plastered across my chest.
"This is who a weak person is!"
He called out to the class, daring anyone to rebel against him.
"He is so weak that he can't even talk, I mean watch..."
He smushed my face and forced me to look at the boys face. He punched my gut, hard. I winced, but said nothing. The other people in the room snickered a bit except the five people I had saved earlier that day. They stared in awe, horrified and scared at the same time. They said nothing.
I knew they weren't actually trying to make friends, they just didn't want a guilty conscience.
I shook my head, it at least tried to. After a few punches and urged to speak up, the bully got bored of me and released his strong grip on my hand.
"See, I told you guys, this guy never talks,"
The boy looked over at the five friends, gawking in shock at what they had just seen.
"He's just a weak, pathetic, mistake of a human and should just die."
He let that sink in before leaving the room, obviously pissed and was probably going to go punch some lockers, or possibly other people who were more fun to play with. When he left the room went back to its usual loudness and I sat back down in my chair, hard. Now my hand hurt even more, and my stomach hurt from being punched and because of my burn. I grabbed my stomach and noticed that blood was seeping through. Great, now my wound had reopened. I sighed and stood up, leaving the room to go to the nurses office. The group got up from their seats and followed me.
"Hey! Are you okay?"
A person asked and I moved my shaky legs in front of me. I shook my head no and collapsed. Luckily I was out in the hallway so it wouldn't draw that much attention, but it still made the people who had been following me attempt to catch me as I started to fall. I was able to catch myself before fully hitting the ground, but one of the group members, Lance, had grabbed my back and chest, noticing how light I was. He removed his hand from my chest and saw the blood on it. I bent my head down as I felt him gasp. He said
"We need to get him to a hospital! Like right now!"
Very urgently, showing his friends his bloody hand. I didn't know what he meant, I was perfectly fine. I was just weak, that was all. I fell unconscious in Lances arms, putting my whole 90 pound body onto his chest.