Chapter One - Hell

The morning air was cold, unwelcoming as it brushes Allen's long brown locks out of place, though his hoodie kept them from flying everywhere. His small frame almost swept away as well, as he walks with caution towards the prison gate, well that's a bit of an over exaggeration, towards that place where they send you to learn but its just people wasting your time and making you feel inferior, yeah that place.

Scopophobia, a fear of having attention, Allen was not someone to enjoy being around others, he had a fear of drawing attention to himself, he is scared of them and their judging eyes, a single glace felt as though he was being stabbed.

He always wanted to be alone where no one would give him attention. Home was not an option, mainly because of those people who were supposed to protect him.

Allen was gay and he told his parents about this as a possibility and with a Catholic mother ' 'at the time' ' and abusive homophobic alcoholic father, coming out three years ago was the worst choice he could make. He still remember the faces of disgust his parents held, his father had slapped his across the face, held him by his hair and shoved him face first towards the wall. He looked at his mother with eyes of guilt, all she said was "this is what you deserve for choosing against god" . The erratic beating of his heart filled the living room as the sound of his father's fist continuously punching him was drowned out, nothing but a memory that haunts him with the fact that he was wrong.

Wiping away a stray tear and stepping into the tall gloomy building, just as he was about to enter the bell rung, ' thank GOD' Allen thought. He huddles his way to class in the halls bustling with students, students jab, push and yank him, but at least he's unseen.

Class was long and slow, all that was coming out of the teacher's mouth was ' Bla Bla Bla Bla', he glances around and giggles a little at the other students unamused and wondering expressions as the fifty year old teacher uses slang in his sentences. Allen draws his attention out the window and smiles in comfort at the grey skies, If it rains, its gonna make a perfect stroll through the forest to get home'. Allen wraps his arm around himself and just closes his eyes and gets lost in his own world, the feel of the rain drops as it rolls on and off his skin, the sound of the wet grass and pitter patter on the leaves, the wind just blowing, so soothing, so relaxing. Just as the small boy got comfortable the bell ran, before the teacher to grasp that information his class was gone, one by one racing out the door. Allen sat there kind of feeling sorry for the old man, 'he did just loose his wife, Well it is his own fault, he should have worn his glasses maybe then he wouldn't have run over the poor old woman with his old wagon car'.

Allen waits a little more, taking time to repack his bag before stepping out the class, he waits until he knows that every one is gone either to the cafeteria, the roof, the gardens, the auditorium, or outside in general. Stepping towards his locker and getting what he needs for the next mentally draining class, turning around to walk but two long arms shove him back into his locker, he looks up at the giant before him and looks back down again, the towering brunet male and his friends circles the small boy, their towering height making him feel like he was the size of an ant.

Allen's breathing beings to hitch at the slightest thought of what Axel would do to him, "Hey tiny" Axel starts and continues "wanna beg for us to not beat you today" lifting one eyebrow and smirks, his minions laughing, makes Allen wonder's ' What is their IQ when it comes to humor, what's so funny about this unfair situation', Axel's intention is clear once again, ' At least his mood seems better than yesterday, maybe he won't get as bad of a beating'. Axel had been Allen's bully from the moment the little boy touched high school, it started off so small as name callings, but it only got worse, at least his twin brother, Tom, left him alone. But dauym were they fine, they were both sex gods, they were tall with broad shoulders, a muscular body toned to perfection that can only be achieved at their age using steroids, they had thin lips and amazing jaw lines that could cut a rock. Axel had brown hair, blue eyes and a more rounded face structure where as Tom had jet black hair , silver eyes , and a longer face structure, they both were slightly tanned as well.

Axel takes Allen's bag and throws it to his friends, They began emptying it, Axel turned his attention to the trembling boy in front of him.

Picking Allen up by the sides of his hood, the small boy now panicking as his feet hovered over the fading tilled floor, his back colliding with the locker once again, he was pretty sure he left an imprint this time, he couldn't focus, they're looking at him, all of them, their intentions plastered on their cornea and their pupils more shadier than blinds on a window. "SPEAK" Axel's loud tone lace with dominance startles the small boy, "Beg to be spared" he said softer. Allen bit his bottom lip, he hadn't spoken in two years, he was too afraid to after what happened, he gently raises his hands and wraps them around his scared neck, he feels it burn under his trembling touch, the memories of his father holding the knife flashes in his mind. Allen starts throwing up right there, it catches Axel in his face which causes the big bully to drop the little boy and uses his hands to wipe some off. His anger flaring as his buddies laugh and point at him, he looks down at the small boy and kicks him straight in his stomach, a hint of blood traces its way through the vomit as he throws up again. They all just look at the helpless little boy, shaking uncontrollably puke running out of the corner of his mouth, curls into a ball, waiting until the pain would stop.

They left him there, the bell rings, so many students pass not one helps, he suffers until his mind goes black. Allen wakes up thirteen minutes later, his body in complete pain, his head pounding, he was late for class, 'Well no use attending now, too much attention, they all turn their head at you like your an alien, plus who learns anything there anyways ', Allen thinks to himself. He garbs his carcass off the floor and sees no one in sight, he grabs his stuff that they threw on the floor, walked on and kicked away, stuffs it back in his bag and staggers down the halls. He turns right at the vending machine and takes small glances out the windows, enjoying the still grey skies. His chest stings with each step he takes, finally reaching the bathroom, opening the door and entering, no windows so the room was brightly lit, three urinals and five toilets and two large sinks.

Limping towards the sinks opposite the stalls, looking at his reflection, not seeing the bruises but trash, he turns on the pipe and washes the blood off, it wasn't as much as usual, which he was thankful for. Raising his hoodie and shirt reveling already forming bruises randomly placed over his torso, He studies them for a while biting on his pink swollen bottom lip, at the corner had traces of blood and vomit. Touching one of the bruises with his other hand, hissing and then dropping his hands, they now dangle there lifeless, his clothes now covering the black and blue. Entering one of the stalls, he sits on the toilet lid, grabbing fist full of his hair, his lips quivered and as he lets out sobs, asking himself 'why must I be like this.................. A freak, an out cast, I'm trash waiting to be rid of. I just don't see why it hasn't happened yet.' He hauls off his hoodie soaked in vomit and just wraps it up and puts it in a plastic bag then in his bag, now he just has to spend the rest of the day smelling like vomit.

He hears the door open and loud laughter echoes through the restroom like a man yelling off a cliff " Did you see how scared he was , man even teachers are scared if him", one of them say. " Yeah I wish I could be him, man all the girls he get, plus respect from everyone" another one said, Allen tsk in his mind ' he has no respect, all he has is fear as his playing card'. It only sounds like two of them, after a while they left laughing like hyenas, Allen got up and left the restroom, his body still hurting, he feels as though he was being stabbed by shards of glass as he walks. Gently walking towards the back of the school but turning right before reaching the exit, opening the door and switching on the light of the abandoned hall, sitting on the floor, whilst tumbling through his bag, fishing out a cupcake he smuggled from the kitchen this morning. He didn't care he made it, his parents eat too much anyways, their fat asses could afford to loose a little weight.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Time Skip

Lunch was almost over so Allen decided to head to Human and Social Biology, entering the class with a few students and Miss. Wilfred, he heads straight to the last seat in the end row trying to suppress the nausea from the eyes staring at him. The bell rings through the speakers once more the students just rush in like a flood, Miss. Wilfred starts and as if everything else just drowns out Allen spends the rest of the class thinking of how snails can sleep for three years, ' I wanna sleep for that long'. The teacher gets interrupted by Tom as he now enters midway of the class, the girl sitting next to Allen starts to drool as she stares at Tom, her mind just repeating the same dam thing ' MMMmmmmmmm..... Daddy'. Miss Wilfred holds a face of annoyance as she sighs and asks "What is your excuse this time? ", Tom and his loose tongue wines " Hmmmm whattttt....I'm still early" the teacher then replies " 'sigh' just take your seat" .

He continues towards his seat but sends a disgusted look Allen's way, ' Whatever you two faced baboon'. Allen sets his attention that was never on the teacher back on her. And so the day continued.