Everything around my head stings and feels heavy, I think my head took the most damage during that fight. For some odd reason I'm enjoying these type of days when fights take a violent turn. Even after I win the fight, they all jump me to get payback for their friend. I enjoy the pain while fighting back outnumbered, it makes me what to live on. I feel that these guys care about me more than my own father since they can't leave me be.

I jumped down some flights of steps to keep some distance between them and me. I could hear their footsteps and yells right behind me.

"Man, sometimes that guy has feet like a ninja," I hear one say. 

I chuckled after hearing that and ran out the gym door. There is one building they tend to stay away from, if I can make it to the Art building I'll be home free. The Art building is in control by some top guy with a golden grill in his tooth and he tends to leave me alone...something about he don't mess with crazy. If I'm crazy it's because of you brute bastards in this school. 

I finally made it to the door of the art building and I looked behind just to see them still in front of the gym. It looks like they gave up when they saw me half way there. I turned back around, opened the door, and went inside. 

"Okay I just need to make it to the nurse's office on the third floor," I said out loud, " Why in the blue hell did they put it on the third freaking floor."

I headed to the steps to go up when something caught my eye out the window. I slowly walked over to see Golden Grill and his gang beating up...IS THAT ETHAN!?

"Damn man, I'm in no shape to help you right now," I said loudly as I walked up the steps, "All I need is a little patching up or some painkillers and I'll be right there with Demon." 

Crap, I left Demon in my gym locker, I never leave that bat behind. What's wrong with me today? Maybe getting kicked in the head like a soccer ball can do that to ya. One day I just hope they just end my life but my body has other plans, I mean I want to die but I keep fighting back to save myself. Weird huh? I like pain but I want to die...my mind can't make up it's own mind.

Dying might do everyone some good, all my life I was told I was worthless and will never measure up to my older brothers. My brothers were always top of almost everything and my father always favored them. I don't remember my mom but my brothers told me that I had her smile. Too bad I ruined that smile what my father calls a twisted personality. I was normal enough BEFORE going to this school where beatings happen daily. So thanks all so much father for sending my brothers to better schools and sending me, your youngest, to one of the worst schools to "save" money. He does not believe in me at all.

The only person I grew close to was Ethan, everyone else were ether scared of me or the bullies that came after me. The bullies at first saw me as a easy target because of my bright-kind personality and smile until I started to change. Fighting back came to be a guilty pleasure of mine, mainly because of their reactions. The best ones are the ones that beat me while being scared. 

I finally made it to the third floor. I quickly dragged myself to the other side of the hallway to look out the window. Golden Grill uppercuts Ethan and Ethan looks up straight up to the third floor window.

Does he see me?

Then I heard a loud metal-like sound down the hallway. I turn to look and see a girl with curly-kinky black hair...and what seem to be a devious grin on her face. I slowly started to do a creepy grin myself and I continued to watch her.

She kept looking out the window and was placing the buckets near the edge of the opened window. She then grabs a silver-reddish box, quickly put it down, and starts to pat her pockets. She seems to swear after patting herself and another girl with dark dyed-green hair came behind her. The green hair girl handed her what looks like a red water balloon and a...lighter?

The curly hair girl pulled back the buckets then quickly dumped whatever was in it. I looked out the window as it splashes on Grill and his boys. I did a little smirk and let out a small laugh. Then the box-like object with a tail on fire came sped down and hits the ground. Grill and his gang ran the hell out of there leaving Ethan alone. Both girls burst out laughing and I put on a gentle smile towards them. 

The green hair girl took the buckets away into a room across the window and the curly-hair girl took one last look out the window. I stared at her for a while and then I started to walk towards her. I took one step, my head starts spinning, then I felt myself hitting the ground. 

I tried to look back at the girl again. She was running towards me, her arms went around my shoulders as she let me rest my head on her shoulder. 

"Are you okay!?" she sounded alarmed and all I could do is slowly shake my head. 

"The nurse's office is just ahead," she said, "Can you get up?"

I thought I could so I nodded at her. She puts my right arm around the back of her neck, ready to pick me up. 

"Ready?" she called to me.

I nodded.

We both got up and she put her other arm around my waist, I jumped a little when she did that. I started to get hot all over, not over of my injures but because of her. Her brown and black make-up matched her brown skin like that group En Vogue's video, "Don't Let Go." She turns to look at my face...she has some beautiful dark brown eyes...her face turns serious. 

"Why is there a shoe print on the side of your face?" her voice was so soft.

"It seems to be the place they like to aim at when I'm defenseless,"  I blurted out. Her eyes widen and she turns away grunting with her teeth. 

"I want to thank you for helping my friend out there," I said.

"That was your friend?" she said looking back at me, " What is this bashing heads day or something!?"

I get what she meant, she saw Ethan getting blows to the head and my injures to my face.

"It's alright," I tried to calm her as I can see she was becoming upset.

"Not alright if you're dead!" she yelled, "Do they know they can kill people with enough blows to the head!"

"Meh, things like this don't bother me at all..." but she cut me off.

"That's what I thought as well until I woken up in the emergency room with the doctors bringing me back to life with the AED in middle school," she said.

I was shocked when I heard this, how does a cool-looking girl like her get into that type of situation? Her body began to shake, her eyes start to tear up, then she straighten up, and almost lifted me up. 

Holy crap she is strong, must be all that anger. 

We finally made it to the nurse's office, she let go of my right arm, and opened the door. The nurse looks up from her desk and swiftly got up.

"What in the world happen!?" she said taking my left arm around the back of her neck to help carry me to the bed. I laid myself down as the girl told the nurse what happened.

"Those boys don't know when to stop, half of them are not part of this school anymore!" the nurse looks at the curly-hair girl, "Did you take your medication today, Sherri?"

Ah her name is Sherri.

Sherri takes a step back towards the door.

"Ms. Loftt," the nurse said in a playful but serious tone. 

"No, I don't wanna," whined Sherri.

"You can't have a don't wanna," said the nurse pouring some reddish liquid into a small clear cup, "You want them to come back, even at school?"

Sherri slowly walk towards the nurse, snatches the cup, and quickly drank the liquid. 

"NASTY!!" she yelled out as the nurse smiled at her, "Why can't they make this crap as pills."

"You mean you didn't ask?" asked the Nurse.

"You mean this whole time there were pill versions of this poison!?" she sounded surprised. 

"Yep," the nurse told her.

"I'm going to kill my mom," she blurted out, "She was all too happy to watch me take it."

"Your mom can be too cute sometimes," the nurse said in a daze.

"Jeez, just ask her out already," said Sherri, "You're her type."

"Sherri, don't talk like that about grown ups," said the nurse.

"I'm not seven," she clap back at her. 

I let out a small laugh and they both looked at me. The nurse cleared her throat and went to gather some supplies. Sherri walks over to me.

"What's your name?" she asked me.

"Kioshi Zekee but you can call me Kio," I told her.

"I'm Sherri Loftt," she said, "Nice to meet you."

I smiled at her, "It's nice to meet you too."

Sherri than looks at the nurse and bends over close to my face, "Don't ever talk about how it's okay for you to get beat this way," 

She lifted herself up, "You are welcome to any rooms on the third floor, it's kind of a safe haven from the turds outside." 

"Th..Thank you," I happily answered.  

She walk towards the door, "Oh you can tell your friend he is welcomed as well."

"With that Golden Grill guy walking around, he will not be safe." I told her and she stops.

"The rooms three doors down from the art room will be the safest from that Golden Prick," she said with a smile, "He hates horror type of things which the drama and movie club is full of." 

Before I answered her the door opened and in came Ethan all bloody up. 

"Ms. Julie, bl...blood," yelled Sherri as she quickly helps Ethan to the bed next to me.

"Thank you," Ethan kindly said to her.

"Yo Ethan," I called out to him and he looked at me in shock.

"I never seen you this beat up before Kio!" said Ethan. 

"Sherri!," the nurse yelled and we both looked.

Sherri had one of her hands covering her face and was breathing hard looking at Ethan. Come to think of it, Ethan's injures up close look worst than what was seen from the window.

The nurse put her hands on Sherri's shoulder and slowly pushed her to the door, "You go back to the Art club and calm down."

When the nurse almost close the door, Sherri yelled, "Those fucking Bastards!!"

The nurse sighed as she closes the door, "What she said is true, the third floor is safe if you are in those two rooms." 

I'm still amazed how Sherri just acted, we never had anybody get that mad for us like that. 

"Um Ms. Julie, who was that girl?" asked Ethan, seems he felt the same way as I did.

"That's the person who helped you earlier," I calmly told him.

"That's the sound recorder person!" Ethan shrieked. 

"Sound recorder?" I asked confusedly.