//DECLANS POV\\ ••10 years later••

"Hope this is the last time, 'cuz I never say no to you." My alarm blared. Just another depressing day in my life. My eyes refused to open all the way, seeing that it was 6 a.m. I hate Mondays, and to make things worse, it's my fifteenth birthday. Not to mention..... 10 years. Kill me now.

I sat up in my bed, making my head spin a little. I flung my feet over the edge and stood up. I trudged over to my dresser and opened it up, my movements swift, and quick.

I stared at the contents for a while, debating which color palate to go for. Black, or red? Black. With that decision, I selected a black Mayday Parade T- shirt, Black jeans, and a black & gray flannel button up. I jogged into the bathroom and combed by dyed black hair. I threw on my gray beanie and exited my room.

I stumbled downstairs, where Pete and Saint were waiting. Saint is basically my twin. He is a few months older than me, but still in the same grade. Pete makes it a point to keep us in the same class. He was always the popular one, though. Girls mooning over him 24/7; people staring at him in awe because of his smarts and looks. He has it all. We hardly hang out in class, though. We're very serious about our grades.

I'm more of a quiet little nerd. I'm not muscular, I'm not very handsome, and my I can't socialize. I walk the halls, talking to Saint most of the time. Somehow, I'm lucky enough to have a girlfriend. I wouldn't trade her for the world. Her name is Rosie. Rosie Shea Louise. She's kind of a rebel. When I'm not with Saint, I'm either with her, or getting the crap beaten out of me. That's my life so far.

"Heads up!" Saint yelped, tossing me the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I caught it with one hand and rolled my eyes. I shuffled over to the island before setting the box down and grabbing a bowl from the cabinet. I snatched the milk from the fridge and poured my bowl. I turned and plucked a spoon from the dishwasher. I began consuming the cereal in my bowl.

"Declan...." Saint grinned enthusiastically. His eyes were clouded with pure mischief as his grin spread wider

I whipped my small fringe out of my eye and gave him a look of annoyance. My hands dug into their pockets. "What?" I growled.

He flew into me, knocking me off my chair and onto the floor, bring him down with me. He was laughing hysterically as i squirmed underneath him. He had knocked the wind out of me. "BIRTHDAY TACKLE!" He chirped.

I wheezed under his weight. This was highly uncomfortable. I wriggled out from under his grasp. I stood and dusted myself off. "What the fuck, man?"

"You're fifteen. You get a tackle." He shrugged, His fringe waving ever so slightly, exposing part of his forehead.

"Language, Dec." Pete scolded. He was giving me a slightly disappointed glare. His hair was back to black. He did that after dad died.

"Look who's talking." I retorted with an eye roll. I crossed my arms and shot another glare in his direction.

He rolled his eyes at me. "Lets just get you two to school." He grumbled as he grabbed his car keys. I picked up my grey shoulder bag and trudged out the door.

I hopped in Pete's car and stuck my earbuds in. I shut my eyes and let the music drown out the world.

--end of 3rd period--

I sighed as the bell rang. Half the day is over.... yay. Hopefully I can get through the day without total awkwardness. Probably not.

I adjusted the strap on my shoulder before I slid out of science. "Bye, Mr. Inez." I waved to my teacher. He's kinda cool. He's my go-to when I need help. I looked down as I stumbled to my locker. English was next. I snatched my textbooks and stuffed them in my bag. I shut my locker and began walking back.

I had to use the restroom. Like....... Really bad. The closest restroom was in the gym. Eh, I got time. I made my way to the gym and did my business.

As I washed my hands, I noticed someone behind me. You have got to be kidding me. Kyle Winters, the world's biggest jock, who also happens to want me six feet under. I'm sure he just wants to cuddle.

"What are you doing in here, Fuckface?" He asked. A smirk grew on his face as he stepped closer. He loomed over me by at least 6 inches.

"It was the closest restroom," I replied, trying to sound menacing enough. I stared him straight in the eyes.

He scoffed. "It was a rhetorical question, dumbass," He smirked. His cold, blue gaze could kill.

"Can I please go now?" I asked, crossing my arms and rolling my eyes. Smart move, Declan. Get yourself killed.

"No way. I'm gonna enjoy this way too much." He smirked. He crept closer to me, each step doubling his size. Before I knew it, I was up against the wall. My heart was beating rapidly. Let this be quick.

The first blow was a classic punch to the stomach. His fist, then, connected with my face many times, causing me to fall on the floor, where he proceeded to kick my ribs until I was coughing up blood. He kicked my head against the wall twice. "GET UP!" He yelled. I couldn't. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. He picked me up by my collar. As soon as I was somewhat standing, I felt his left hand wrap around my throat. His right hand continued to punch me, forcing my head into the wall. "You're a worthless piece of shit. Go kill yourself!" He yelled. My wisdom was growing darker as he delivered one final punch and I fell into a dark sleep.

--a/n--

BATHROOM BEATINGS! It happens to me. A lot.

On a completely unrelated note.... heeheedragon97 can I please murder your entire family??? BECAUSE YOUR FANFIC MADE ME PUKE OUT OF SADNESS! Fuck.

There will be happy chapters in this book.... you just gotta wait.

Would anyone like me to start a KIK group like Maddi?. ((The human that made me sad with her FICS))

P.S. The pic at the top is saint

I love you my carcrashovercastyoungbloods

-Emily aka foblvr