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Finally after forever, I'm proud to announce that the baby is a girl. With the most beautiful grey eyes I've ever seen. Her name is Ciana.

I can't believe she's the child of that douche bag, Tony.  And that Shelby's dad,  the priest didn't ground her for life for having a kid.

"Hey Shelbs congrats on the baby, but I need air for a moment I'll be back ok." I say looking at her and her newborn child. She looks back at me with understanding.

"Yeah sure don't worry about it, plus I'm sure the doctor would kick you guys out in a bit anyways." she say with a warm smile.

I grab her hand and slightly squeeze it for support and hug her. As I walked out Nick follows. We close the door behind us and exhale in relief. We look at each and let out a small laugh.

"Too much for you too?" I ask.

"Yup. The baby is cute" he replies simply and looks at the ground in shame. "I'm sorry."

I walk to him and gently grab his face between my hands making him look me in the eyes. "Why? " I ask.

"For... I-He - we go way back to elementary." he says closing his eyes. I stay quiet holding his quivering hands. He continues, " "Tony and I use to be best friends, but then he found a new group and changed completely. He stopped talking to me not even a glance when we passed by each other. Then he began to tease me about my looks, actions, and many of my insecurities, and then he started physically abuse me. Everyday I'll have new bruises, cuts, bad names, horrible pranks, and larger humiliations. It seems as if everyone in that stupid town was along his side, because no one, I mean no one, seemed to give a shit." a tear slid down his faces. Then he slowly rolls up his sleeves reviling cuts on his wrist and slightly shiny scars similar to mine.

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POV- Nick
Flash back -

Slam!

My locker door flies shut, causing me to drop my two books. I quickly reach to grab them, but someone kicks them to the other side of the hall. I look up and see Tony's ice cold blue eyes looking at me with hatred.

Everyone has their daily routine like wake up, get ready, go to school, met up with friends, and so on. But for me it was different. It was all based on Tony's action. If I ate lunch today, or sit in the library alone crying. If I went to class, or stayed locked in the cleaners closet. If I stayed on the low, or if I was the center of attention with kids laughing at me.

"Get up dork." his cold voice commands me, and as the crowd I am I obey immediately. "Good Niki, now hold this." he says handing me a blade.

And this was today's routine. The Blade. The blade was what he started doing after he found out, I no longer wanted to hurt myself because of him. I used to go home and try to end my life slice by slice, but sadly my last attempt failed. Mother flashed away the blades and pills. She only wants me alive for the money father sends me monthly. After she stopped me from ending my hell living life, I was mad at her, she told me to stop being a little bitch and man up. Man up? This was societies doing pressing guys to play the manly part as if they were some kind of robot with no feelings, fears, or sad moments; forcing us to play the part of someone we may not be.

I look at him , "W-why?" I say even though I already knew.

"Just trying to help everyone out by helping you leave." he replies with a smirk. "Now you do your part, and remember this it's okay if you die because no one will care at all. In everyone will be happier so just do us the favor."

He's right, no one will care when I'm dead. No one cares now, I'm just a useless piece of trash wasting precious oxygen. I slowly rise to blade and strike it across my wrist. At this point everyone around me has stop to look at me with their phone cameras at me.

"Eww you depressed piece of shit, do that somewhere else you'll get your blood on my locker." Girl yells from behind me. And once I obey silently and walk into a near by bathroom.

Another five more times I cut myself. It feels good, as my warm red blood drips onto the floor. It feels good to know that if I leave now I won't have to deal with this cruel life. Tears slide down my face and land on the fresh cuts. I exhale deeply.

Everyone I know seems to be against me. Father broke up with mother when I was five because she was wasting all our money on her drug addiction. He tried taking custody of me, but she claimed that the bruises on me were caused by him and got an restraining order on him.

Mothers hardly home, and when she is, she's drunk or high on drugs. Angry that life's been too hard on her, she takes it out on me.

"Come here you worthless piece of shit! Stop being a bitch and come out!" she said often with the same brown leather belt in her right hand.

"Mom please don't do this." I'd plead.

"Shut up I'm not your mom you are just a mistake! Your the reason why your father left me because your a piece of shit!" she'll yell. Then hit me until blood made it's appearance.

"Mom please! I'm your son, remember you said it yourself you said that I'm the last thing you have left that you love? "I said through tear remembering my recent birthday. When my dad sent me money, and how she said that so she can have some for her drugs. And of course desperate for some kind of love even if short lived or fake, I gave it to her.

"Those were all lies, I don't really love at all. Get it through you head. I DON'T LOVE YOU! " she yells and hits me again. I cry until I fall asleep every night.

"Hey! Get out of here class started twenty minutes ago!" a cleaner yells at me, then looks at the blood on the floor and wrist. "Great look at the mess you made, take that shit somewhere else, do I have to keep telling you that?"

Most people would be surprised by this reaction. How he didn't try to help me or care about anything other than the mess. But I'm use to this. I grab my backpack and stuff the blade into it's pocket. As I walk out I hear the cleaner mumble something to himself, " fucking bum needs to get his shit together, every fuck time man he makes a nasty as mess." I walk out of school to the parking lot's back garbage cans and sit. Open my backpack and take out my only true friend who's actually trying to help me, the blade.

The cleaners is right, I need to get my life together, I'm such a mess. I make others lives hard just by existing. I take out my note book that held letters I've written on my loneliest days for the people whom caused me suffering. I lay it next to me and raise the blade. Right as I was about to cut something falls from the trash can falls and knocks unconscious.

Everything went black in a matter of seconds.

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POV LAYLA -

"Oh Nick." I gasp.

"I know I'm weak. I'm not a man, I'm a scared wuss." he says with shame in his eyes.

"No you're a man, you're my man. Your stronger than you think, I mean look you made it this far. " I say pulling down his sleeves.

We stand only inches away there just looking at each other in silence, our rapid heart beats and breathing are the only things around us I can hear. He looks so perfect just standing there. His eyes seem to change colors because it wasn't until now I noticed the green mixed in his brown eyes. And his soft brown hair's curls land perfectly above his eyes. He leans forward and softly yet passionately kisses me on my lips. he grabs the small of my back and pulls me closer to deepens the kiss. Butterflies in my stomach fly crazy and a sparking sensation spreads through my body. Will I ever get over this feeling? I hope not I love it, I l-like him.

No I'm lying to myself, I'm falling for him. I'm just scared he won't be there to catch me when I land.

I pull away. " I need to call my dad, he probably got a call from school that we ditched." I say with a small voice needing air.

"Oh okay, tell him I'll take you back home later tonight. " he says putting his hands in his pocket and looks away.

" Later? " I ask.

"Yeah I wanna take you out tonight... That's if you want. " he says turning a slight shade of pink. Aww he's so cute when he blushes, but it makes me blush too.

"Y-yes I would like that." I say with my dirty blonde hair covering my blush.

"Really?! I mean great let's go then!" he says with sudden excitement.

"What right now? I didn't even get ready." I say looking at my casual outfit.

" No need you already look beautiful. " he says leaning towards me.

My heart speed picks up it's pace. He's so close, but it want him closer. "Where we going? " I ask.

He leans forward to my ear.  His lips so close I feel it gaze over it. "It's a surprise."

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