//NINA\\ --1 week later--

"Same school, same classes, and same friends," I sigh, my fingers curling around the thin strap of my purple shoulder bag. "And same feeling that I'm going to Hell for seven and a half hours." I stare out the window to my middle school. It's the middle of September, now, and I'm still not used to my exhausting schedule.

"Hush. Trust me, Hell is worse," Tyler jokes. "They're all uptight and mean." A glint of humor flashes in his brown eyes, making me chuckle.

"Literally, the preppy humans that think they're the best thing to happen to humanity since sliced bread." I retort. I can't help but laugh at his face as he realizes that I was right.

He pulls up to the drop off area, hiding his face in his hands as I open the door. "Have fun in Hell!" He calls, watching as I close the car door. He throws his hood on, at the sight of a girl wearing a twenty one pilots shirt, and I can't help but giggle, and blow a kiss to my brother.

"I like your shirt," I call to the girl. "Its super cool."

"Thanks!" She yells back, flipping her short hair back, and turning to her friends, who were standing behind her.

I shake my head, and open the door, heading to the cafeteria, and keeping my head low. When I get there, the room is filled with screaming kids, and teachers. Ah, the motherload. It hasn't changed one bit. Of course, I've only been gone for a week, or so.

"NINA!" I hear a familiar voice scream from behind me. I crane my head to see my best friend, and ex-roommate, Alana Robertson.

"LANA!" I scream, barreling towards her, and crashing into her with a hug. I grin as her arms wrap around me, almost crushing my ribcage. Her nails dig into my back, and I can't help but laugh. "Can't. Breathe." I squeak.

She immediately lets go. "Sorry, Nin."

"No prob," I grin, hugging her, again, noticing we're wearing the exact same shirt. "We truly are twins, aren't we?" I giggle. I watch her flip her blonde hair behind her ear, her stomach heaving with laughter.

"Since when are we not?" She takes my wrist, pulling me over to two boys. "I've made a few friends." She smiles, as they grin at her, and I. "That doofus right there," she points to a brown haired, light skinned boy, who looks about 13. "is JJ, aka Jalex's love child." I can't help but laugh at her words. "And that," she continues, pointing to a more shy, sandy blonde kid. "is Paul."

"Hi." JJ says, flicking two fingers from his forehead, a giant danisntonfire reference. "My name is James." He drags out his name, pulling his hands apart.

"You are no Dan Howell." I roll my eyes, stifling a laugh.

"Sassy one, idn't she?" JJ looks expectantly at Alana, who nods. He turns his attention back to me. "Glad you're in the Phandom. The name's James Joplin Jr. But call me JJ. Its easier, and less formal." He shivers at the word formal.

"Nina, or Erin. Which ever you think fits, better." I answer, giggling. "Last name, Joseph."

"Joseph?" Paul squeaks. "Like... Tyler Joseph?" I watch a smile creep into his cheeks. Its then, that I realize that he's got the Skeleton Clique symbol written on his hand.

I nod, a crack of amused laughter, rumbling in my throat. "I'm his sister."

"Sister?!" Alana gives me a look. That's when I remember I forgot to tell her. Shit, shit, shit. I think. "I thought he adopted you."

"Its a long story, which I'll tell you later, because I forgot to tell you." I shrug, earning a strange look from both her, and Paul. JJ just sits there, nodding.

"Why not now?"

"Because, Mr. Tate is yelling for us to go to First period." I gesture to the teacher, yelling at us to go. I grab my bag, and head to the 300 hallway. "307," I mutter. " PreAp History. Fuck." I make it to the class two minutes early, which is impressive, considering I'm normally extremely slow.

"Ah, Nina," Mr. Johnson shakes my hand, firmly. "Good to have you back. I hear you finally got adopted?" He asks, causing me to nod.

"Nina Joseph, now." I never really had a last name, before. I never really wanted one, but I found my family. My real one. And I intend on keeping that last name.

"Well, Ms. Joseph, I'm glad to hear it. Please take a seat and begin your warm up." He gives me a warm smile, and I return it, turning, and taking a seat at the back of the classroom. The warm up is easy, so I just write the sentence and pull out a book.

"Alright, class. Who can tell me one of the reasons Cortes defeated the Aztecs?" I reluctantly raise my hand. "Nina?"

"Cortes was from Spain. They had many more resources than the Aztecs did. They had guns, and cannons, and gold armour, while the Aztecs had leather, bows and arrows, and spears. The Europeans had advanced technology. The Aztecs were doomed from the start." A few kids caught onto my reference, and smiled.

"Very good, Nina. And that is exactly what we are going to write about today. We are going to write a ten sentence essay about why the Spanish came to the Americas, and what the effects were. Positive, and negative."

The class groaned, but I stayed completely silent. In the end, I finished the essay in about ten minutes, because seventh grade history is too easy. Mr. Johnson shakes his head with a grin as I pull out a book. He gives me a nod, as I read for the next thirty minutes of class.

"Okay, guys, time to start packing up." Mr. Johnson nods, as I shove my book in my backpack. I have a long trek to my next class, which makes me grumble under my breath. Mr. Johnson gives me a smile, because I'm miss teachers pet over here.

Beep!

The Bell rings, and I head into the hall for my 8-minute passing period. I step into the restroom, sighing as I wash my hands. My face feels completely dry, and it might as well be an unnamed mountain range. Four minutes have passed, by now, and I step out. I still have four, but no one is in this hall, anymore, because we don't normally use this hall, unless there's overflow classes. I begin to walk through the hall, down past the 100 hallway, and into the electives wing. I tiptoe past a janitors closet, and I feel a hand wrap around my wrist. Before I can manage a scream, a hand is covering my mouth and bringing me into the closet. Whoever it is, shuts the door. I turn around, and see a familiar looking eighth grader, Reid Crandall.

"Hello, Nina," he spits, stepping forward, and backing me into a wall. His eyes flicker with ambition, and his mouth twitches with anticipation. As soon as I can't back away, anymore, he yanks my shirt up with strong arms.

"No," I squeak. "Reid, stop it!" I try to push my shirt down, but his fist connects with my nose. "Help!" I yell, making him punch me, again. He presses his lips to my jaw, before sucking all the way up to my ear, and gnawing slightly on my skin.

"Shut up. Someone will hear you!" He laughs, pulling off my grey tee shirt, and throwing it across the room, before dragging his lips down my neck, and stomach, sucking lightly, before fumbling with my jeans.

"HELP!" I scream, causing him to shove his fist in my face, once more. The impact causes my head to fly back into the wall. I let out a shriek of pain, which makes him punch my stomach. I double over in pain, as he gets my jeans undone. "HELP!" I scream, again, grabbing my shirt and pushing it back over my body.

"Shut up!" Reid slams my head into the wall, before he shoves his thumbs in my jeans, beginning to pull down.

Right as the door opens.

Reid looks terrified, as the green gaze of Ms. Eidman, our principal, falls on him. "Um..."

"Reid, my office, now!" She snaps, and Reid swallows, following her directions.

I stare at her for a moment, blood dripping from my nose and lip, before dropping to the ground, my heart pounding in my chest. My blood is on the dull floor of the janitors closet, now, and I can barely move. Ms. Eidman helps me to my feet, pulling me along with her to the nurse's office, and having her lay me down on a cot, before dealing with Reid.

I must have dozed off, because I wake to a very nervous hand shaking me awake. "Nina?" The voice squeaks. "Nina? Honey, you awake?"

I crack my eyes open, just a little, squeaking in pain. "Yes," I manage to slur. I open my eyes, even more, and almost shoot up, clinging to Tyler, in tears.

"Hey, Nina, its okay. I promise, it's alright." He whispers. Sobs shake his body, because he hates seeing me like this. "Hey, sweetie, I'm here."

I nod, causing him to help me up, and we walk out of the nurse's office, after he thanks her. As we walk towards the office, I notice Reid standing there, and look away. "Don't look," I whisper to myself.

Tyler helps me walk, and stops right next to Reid, bending to his height. "If you ever touch my little sister again, I have a bodyguard, got that?" Reid nods. "Got. That?" He repeats.

"Y-yes, sir."

"Good." Tyler sweeps a protective arm around my waist, letting me lean on him. "Josh, Jen, and Sammi are in the car. She had a half day."

I nod, wincing. "Who's your bodyguard?" I ask, leaning my head on his ribcage. I feel the burn of fresh tears sweep across my eyes, and I can't help but blink them out.

"Josh," he replies, rubbing my arm. His eyes travel to the new hickeys on my once spotless skin. His eyes are bloodshot, and he doesn't wipe his tears. He only wipes mine. "This shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have let it happen."

"The hall was empty. You couldn't have prevented it. I promise, this is something that no one ever saw coming." I reply. Tyler let's another tear fall from his eyelids, pulling me into a tighter embrace, and kissing my head softly.

We step outside, and a gust of wind blows rain onto my face. "Northern Downpour sends its love," Tyler half jokes. "And so do I."

I let out a light chuckle, imagining Brendon Urie's longer hair in the Northern Downpour music video. A crack of thunder breaks me from my thoughts, and I almost jump, causing Tyler's grip around me to tighten. We make it to the car, and I immediately hop into the back seat, shutting my eyes. But I can't keep them shut. I see Reid. I snap them back open, finding Sammi, sandwiched between me, and Jenna. She gives me a look, and pats my shoulder. She glances at my jaw, and I look away, ashamed. My heart beats at the thought of how ashamed everyone must be, because I let this happen. I let a guy harass me. I let this happen.

"Nina." Sammi grabs my hand. "Nina, this isn't your fault, okay?" She gives my hand a small squeeze.

"Yes, it is. I swear it is," I yelp, looking her in the eye. "I could have fought back."

"You did. You wouldn't have been found if you hadn't." Jenna points out. "Asking for help counts. And, boy, are we glad you did." She brushes a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "Nina, you're okay. No one is going to hurt you as long as we are here."

"I second that." Sammi gave me a nod.

"Third!" Josh yells from the front.

"Fourth." Tyler mumbled.

I sigh, and stare out the window. I can still feel the feeling of his lips on my jaw. The feeling disgusts me. I am 12. I am 12. I am innocent. I am terrified.

"Nina, you're not going to school for the next two weeks, okay?" Tyler sighs, pulling into the driveway.

"But what about my grades?" I ask, chewing on my bottom lip.

"I got everything from your teachers. I'm not letting you go back there. Not for a while."

"Alana?"

"She can come over at any time. I promise." Tyler sighs making me nod.

I open the car door, as soon as the car stops. I step out, still dizzy. I would fall, but Josh's strong arms catch me. He picks me up, bridal style. His hair sticks to his face in the heavy rainfall, and I curl into his embrace. He doesn't seem to mind getting wet as he walks through the front door. He carries me upstairs to my room, shaking his head. He lays me in my bed, and I don't want to get up. "Get some sleep, kiddo. Call me if you need anything." He runs a hand through my hair. He plants a small kiss on my cheek, and gives me a realistic grin. "I love you, Nina."

"Josh, please stay." I whisper, tears in my eyes, again. He nods, and climbs into the bed with me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Nina, know we're here for you, okay?" He whispers. I nod. "I don't want to see you get hurt, again. Not like this, or in any other way. Okay?"

"Thank you, Josh. Seriously." I sigh. My eyes begin to droop, and the last thing I see is Josh's tree tattoo.

--a/n--

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Okay, so I meant to publish this last night, but I fell asleep while writing it #thuglife

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