This will be all Nico's PoV. Remember that (Tyde). And, this will be random I guess. Starts with middle school, and so on. Think you might not like it but whatever. I write for my entertainment. It fulfils me more than anything else (except reading everyone else's stories). Well, here we go...

I get smacked in the face. I look down, tears forming, as she yells, "you did this, you ungrateful fag. You will never be—" she never finished.

A knock formed at the door interrupted her, my sister was home. Bianca came in as I ran towards my room. I stopped by the stairs and stared at them for a second, them not noticing me. "Why is Nico running?" She looked at my soon to be torturer once again.

She shrugs and says, "you know he's always like that. He just hides there because he thinks it's always about himself and his internet life, you know that. Come on, dinner's ready, sweety." She smiles caringly at her and glares at me.

I squeal and continue to my room. She was always like this—lying to Bianca, making her think I'm a internet freak.

I knew she never liked me. I knew she never loved me. I just never knew that it'd come down to this after he died. I never knew it'd get this bad. I never knew shed be this way towards me without Bianca figuring out. I just never knew any of this. I only knew what she's taught me—that it was all my fault.

SWONK ENO ON

I woke up with a jolt. She was close again, stomping to my room. She did it everyday. At five o'clock sharp, before she had to go to work.

She slammed my door open and she glared at me. I quickly got out of bed, my tremble almost visible. "Get dressed, I'm driving you to school," she simply said then walked off to the kitchen to greet my lovely, so sweet, unlike me, sister. Honestly, I felt a twinge of jealousy pull at the back of my tongue every time I see them two together.

I shook the jealousy away and get dressed, not questioning her decision. It was either early or late. Never on time, because it's either stay a bit for torture or go with her because she actually needs to be early that day. Like today. She needed to be early because she missed her nightshift to drink with her friends.

I grabbed my bag and headed straight towards the door, as Bianca gave me a weird confused look because I wore my hood up. I didn't yesterday because she didn't smack me or punch me or anything like that and my bruises had healed.

"Nico-" Bianca started and I slammed the door and then ran towards the window to look into it, watching for her.

She glared at me and mouthed, "in the car, now." And I jumped up and ran towards the car. It was a Toyota truck, black and really nice. Everything was great about it, well, except for the owner of it.

I heard the car unlocked then threw my stuff in, jumping in and slumping down in the seat after buckling.

¿EHS T'NSI, ELBIRROH SI EHS?

I waited for the bell. It was now six fifty-seven so that meant, in minutes, school would open. I sat down, sighing. My bag slung on my bag, saying me down, didn't help my weak body go along the place.

Ring! Ring! The bell said as I got up and headed over to the door. I opened it as one of the busses pulled up. I looked at it, then lunged into the school doors, running to my locker.

Too many people on the bus, I thought. I can't be over there as they come in. I'd be I stepped on by everyone. Just like at home....

I shivered at that thought of her. I then put in my combination and opened my locker, thinking about what I think about everyday—how everyone didn't realize everything and, if they do, they don't say or do anything.

I sighed as I put up all my heavy, heavy, books, grabbing the ones I needed. I closed my locker, gently, and looked down. I started toward the bathroom.

Being a twelve-year-old and being this small was abnormal. I'm literally 4'7 oh, wow. Two inches below me. Someone's shorter than me for once! so I'd call my height abnormal. That is also with my can-see ribs, my shirt hanging from my chest, nothing helps. Everyone thinks I'm not eating much, all obsessed with the Internet. Which, I'm not. I can barely even understand my school tablet.

I stared into the mirror, looking at my eyes. You can see the fear, the sadness, the fag, in my eyes. You can see if you look close enough. People say ones eyes the pathway to their soul. That is for me.

You can see, in my eyes, that I was so close to breaking down and crying. I just looked like a depressed techie, as most called me. I wish I never met anyone.