He stood on the stage, rapping with more emotion than he would ever use when speaking with anyone.

He never wanted it to end. It was the one time he ever felt free. Rapping was an easier way for him to release all his emotions. But soon it came to an end and he was back to his motionless self.

It was like this every night from 8pm until 10pm at the club near where he lived.

Every night the bleach blonde haired boy went there to rap and entertain for money so that he had enough money to provide for his three brothers and himself. He had to do this since his parents weren't around anymore to do this for them.

He stepped off the stage and took his backpack from a near chair and people only went on with their conversations and drinking, not appreciating his talent.

He hated that about this place. Nobody cared about you or even paid attention to you unless it was something bad.

It was Saturday night so he went to the back where the manager was so that he could get his payment. Once it was received, he headed for the back door and went out through the alley.

He stopped on the outside of the back door and put his money in his backpack when he heard two voices speaking on the far side of the alley.

He looked up and noticed two figures standing in the darkness of the alley.

"Did you deliver the package?" One man asked the other.

It instantly made the blonde boy's eyes shoot open. It was such a long time ago; the last time he heard those words. But still it hit him like a bullet. Memories of the past entered his mind.

"Yes," the other man replied. "Can I get my money now? I did what you told me to. I was supposed to get this money two weeks ago already--"

The man got cut off when the other man punched him in the stomach. "What did I tell you about rushing me? Don't tell me what to do. Do you need us to teach you another lesson?"

The boy remembered this all too well. The same thing had happened seven years ago with his father.

After his mother had left them, his father was broke and out of nowhere, he got a job in some organization which involved delivering packages and messages. Once when his father had no one to look after him and his brothers, he had to take his children with him. It wasn't the best idea. They got mad but soon came up with the idea to use the children as traps. It was the first time his father had realized what he had gotten himself into. He refused multiple times and even got beaten up for it but in the end it was worth it because they let his father have his way.

When things had gotten too far though, his father had died and the immediate thought from the organization had been to take the boy and his brothers. So they all went to hide somewhere. And years later, they still hadn't found them.

"I have question," the man who had been punched said, interrupting the boy's thoughts. "What is it you put in these packages?"

The other man laughed. "I don't think your ready to hear that yet." He then paused and looked at the other man seriously. "Seven years ago, a man got too curious... Do you want to know what happened to him?"

The other didn't respond.

"He was never heard of again."

The blonde boy's heart skipped a beat and he remembered that he had been holding his breath. His heart rate increased and the pent up anger he'd had years ago came back. He clenched his fists.

All that his father believed in died along with him. Nobody could help him. All he had was himself. The boy knew there were things his father wouldn't tell him because at the time he would never have understood. But he was old enough now. There was more to everything he was told, and now he was ready to find out what it is. And do whatever it took to do so. That organization ruined their lives. He was ready to continue what his father had died for.

*One week later*

I was busy rushing through the halls of the school, cursing myself and regretting staying up until three in the morning.

But it's not like I could help it. The kdrama I'd been watching was really starting to get interesting.

It was the first day of school and for a girl like me it was a nightmare to arrive late at school or to any class. It would mean that there wouldn't be any single seats left and I'd have to sit in a seat next to someone. That made me very nervous. Socializing with people was not something I was very good at and people won't even try talking to me because they think I hate them.

It sucks but I've gotten used to it, so I don't mind. The only times when I do hate it are times when I need a partner for P.E or need to work in a team.

After receiving my new schedule for the new year at the office, I went to find my first class which was English.

When I arrived to class, I greeted the teacher, who happened to be my same English teacher from last year, and apologized for my lateness. Thankfully, she knew what a good student I was (or so she thinks) and didn't have a problem with it at all.

"Please, go ahead and take a seat," she smiled and soon went on to teaching the lesson.

I looked around the classroom trying my best not to show any emotion even though I felt very nervous and embarrassed.

As I had predicted, there were no single seats left which meant I had to sit next to someone and the only seat that was open was next to a blonde haired boy at the back of the class.

I walked to the back of the class and sat down next to the boy without even looking at him.

I focused on taking my books out of my bag, not looking up, but when I did look up, I noticed everyone was looking my way and whispering to each other. I quickly looked back down at my books and started to wonder if I did something wrong. Should I have asked for his permission first before sitting next to him?

I looked to my side and noticed the guy was not even paying any attention to me. As if I was invisible. I was relieved. It was better than being noticed. But then why was everyone looking at me so strangely?

I saw everyone had their textbooks out so I took out mine as well. Except I didn't know what page they were on.

I looked to my side and noticed he didn't have a textbook so I looked everywhere else around me to see which page we were on but they were too far. And of course, me being me, I wouldn't raise my hand and ask the teacher.

So I tried my luck with the boy next to me, since he seemed to be the quiet type of guy.

Only problem was that I kept stuttering. "H-hey, do you... know what...--" I then got cut off.

"Could you just spit it out," he said harshly.

I instantly felt bad. "Sorry."

I then continued looking around, pathetically, for the page number. Ah, the problems with having social phobia...

"It's page 142," I heard the boy next to me say.

I gave a glance to him and back to my textbook. "Thanks," I said, still not too fond of the boy, and turned to the said page.

After a minute, he spoke again. "Mind sharing?" He asked, not looking directly at me.

Without saying a word, I moved my textbook in the middle of our desks.

After a while we had to answer some questions from the textbook and while I was busy writing, he says this: "Give me your extra pen."

Yes, I'm an antisocial girl who people picture as a nerd or goodie two shoes just because I'm quiet so they take me for a fool. But when I don't like someone, I won't stay quiet and I don't care who you are.

"I don't have one," I said.

"Yes, you do. It's right there," he said, pointing to the pen sticking out of my pencil case.

I handed it to him without looking at him. "So you're that kind of guy," I said.

"What? I just asked for a pen."

"No. You think I'm quiet so you can just treat me however you want to. You're the type of person who never brings their own equipment to school so you use people like me for them," I said.

He laughed mockingly. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I'm just asking because I don't have enough money to buy my own?"

"Well then go raise some money for yourself and buy yourself a pen. Stop blaming your parents for not buying you stationery," I said without hesitation.

He scoffed. "You're quite odd. Do you even know who you're talking to?"

I finally looked up from my book and looked up at him. "I couldn't care less."

* * *

After a long three periods it was finally break. I walked around for a bit and then decided to go to my locker to get my lunch and books for my next few periods.

As I turned a corner I noticed the hall was empty except for five boys hanging around near my locker. They looked like they were in a grade lower than me.

Looking down and walking straight to my locker, I tried to ignore them although I could feel their stares on me.

"Hey, girl. Where're you going?" One of them said, walking along next to me and the others followed him.

Shit, I thought.

Of course this was going to happen to me. I'm quiet and look shy so they're going to pick on me.

I reached into my blazer's secret pocket on the inside to check for my knife. There was nothing there. This was a problem.

I had to carry it around with me everywhere because these things would happen with me often.

I realized I forgot to put it in because I was in a rush this morning. Great. The one time I really needed it, it wasn't with me.

One boy pulled onto a strap on my bag on my back. "Where are you going? Stay here with us," another boy said.

I couldn't pull away from him and looked like an idiot still trying to pull away. "Let go," I said.

They only laughed.

"I said let go!" I said, pulling harder, and finally broke free.

I quickly went over to my locker and still they followed. The same guy who followed me first leaned on the locker next to me and smirked down at me.

"What's your name?" He asked, coming closer to me.

"None of your business," I said. "Leave me alone."

They started to cheer amongst themselves and laugh. "Aww. She's got attitude!"

"Feisty," the boy next to me said, coming closer.

I focused on getting my books out of my locker and when I was busy putting them in my bag, the boy tried getting closer to me so that he could touch me.

I should have slapped him, kicked him or something at least. But I couldn't. I was frozen in place; terrified.

Please just go away. Stay away from me. What should I do? These thoughts were running wild in my mind and inside I was screaming, crying. But even though inside I felt like this, on the outside my face was emotionless.

"What grade are you in?" The boy asked.

I focused on getting my books.

"Come on. Are you not going to answer? If you don't answer I'll--"

"Hey, guys! She's grade 11," another boy said, looking into my locker.

They were shocked. "What?" The boy closest to me said, laughing. "Her? No way!"

Of course he wouldn't have believed him though. When people look innocent, people often think think they're younger than they are. Plus, I was a bit short for my age.

The other boy grabbed a book out of my hand. "Here, look," he said.

The boy's eyes went big. He then turned to me. "Woah! So sorry for hitting on you. I thought you were Grade 8 or something," he said, moving away from me.

"Well I'm not," I said, relieved he was backing off of me.

As they walked off I could hear them all laughing and talking about how they all thought I was in Grade 8.

Once they were out of sight, I made a huge sigh and started uncontrollably shaking.

The rest of the day, I couldn't concentrate on work at all and I literally kept tearing up every time the earlier event crossed my mind. And thinking of it kept reminding me of what happened to me in the past. I really thought I'd forgotten about it too.

This was not me. I never cried for anything and I wasn't the emotional type of girl. But what happened earlier seemed to really get to me.

The day finally ended and as soon as I got home, the tears just burst out of me like a volcano.

Why was I even getting so emotional? Things like this happened at school all the time. Boys even do it to girls who consider them their "friends". And those girls are completely fine with it.

I see guys do things like this everyday too. They only do it because they think they're so cool and that every girl would want them. It's stupid and pointless, I know this. But why am I breaking down?

After about fifteen minutes I calmed a bit and noticed my eyes were red when I looked in the mirror.

I heard my phone ring. I picked the phone up and the caller ID read "Mom".

"Hi, mom," I answered.

"Afternoon, Y/n," she said. "You're home, right?"

"Yeah."

"Could you open the door for me? I forgot my key at home this morning."

"Sure," I said and hung up. I then started to worry. If I opened the door for her she'll see that I was crying.

I decided to put on my beanie and hoodie so that she wouldn't see. And she wouldn't think it was suspicious either because I usually wore things like this.

The bell rang and I knew it was my mom. I unlocked and opened the door for my mom and greeted her without really looking up at her. I then turned to go back upstairs.

"Wait, come back here," she said.

I sighed. Oh, gosh. She knows something's off. What is she, a mind reader? I thought while turning around.

"Look at me," she said.

I slowly lifted my head, revealing my red eyes.

Worry instantly came over her and she rushed to me, taking off my hoodie. "What happened?"

"It's nothing, Mom," I said, but my tears betrayed me when my eyes started tearing up again.

"Don't tell me it's nothing. Something obviously happened," she said and I immediately burst out crying once again.

I hesitated for a moment. I didn't wanted to tell her in the first place because I hated bothering her. I was afraid I was burdening her with all my problems.

"T-to be honest, I really d-dont even know why I'm crying..." I stuttered while shivering, struggling to get the words out.

"It's okay. Whatever it is, I'm here for you," she said, reassuringly.

"A-at school... There was this group of boys - they didn't do anything - but they were sort of harassing me. Not seriously though. I think they were just playing around with me but... it reminded me of what happened during my childhood. I really thought I was over it..."

She hugged me tightly. "It's okay, my girl. I understand. It happens sometimes. Things like that are bound to affect you in the future so it's okay to cry," she said, comfortingly and hugged me in silence a while longer. "But that aside, I'm calling the principal. People should not do things like that at school. Even if it's a joke," she said releasing from the hug and hurrying to the phone.

I rushed after her. "No, no, no! Mom please! If you do that, they'll know it's me and start picking on me more."

"But schools should not have kids like that. It's unacceptable."

"I know but, Mom please, don't," I said with pleading eyes and after a while she sighed.

"Fine." She walked off to go upstairs then stopped. "One more thing," she said, turning around to face me. "When I come home every afternoon and tell you to come greet me, I did that for a reason. I want to be able to look into your eyes and know that your okay." She smiled. "So don't ever be afraid to tell me anything. I will always be here for you."

As she walked back up stairs, I smiled. I may not have had any friends but that didn't matter to me as long as I had her. Because no matter what, she'd always stay here for me. She was the only person I ever needed in my life.

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A/N: Yaaay!!! Finally posted this (＾▽＾) Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy this fan fiction. Consider this my Christmas present to you guys. Hope it's a good one.

Also I promise the next chapters will be even more interesting. So please continue to read this fanfic.

Btw, the video above does not belong to me. It belongs to YEON_SHII