1 Chapter 1

'Pain, but I won't let it turn into hate

no, I won't let it change me"

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"Wake up stupid whore," my eyes are jerked open as I feel wet spit across my cheek.

"Ma'am, I'm so sorry I overslept," I quickly apologize to my foster mom, Danielle.

She pushes me off the bed, and leaves the attic saying profanities I would never dare repeat.

Sighing, I get up and get excited since it's my first day in my final year of university.

I rush to put on makeup to cover some scars that are showing. I add mascara to highlight my already long lashes and rub some chapstick on my dry lips before I rush downstairs.

Luckily, the house seemed quiet and I could only hope that it was empty. Not bothering with eating anything, I take off running in order to make it to my first period class.

My first hour lecture has been human biology for four years straight and I'm not complaining. Most people sleep through it which gives me a chance to talk to the professor without getting all nervous.

As I walk down the hallway, I feel a ting of jealousy watching everyone in their respective friend group. I do get a lot of greetings since I'm well known for being the smart and nice person around, which could be an affect of enrolling early to university. However, my only friend was someone I knew from high school.

As I'm thinking that, I feel a familiar slap on my butt causing me to turn around casually.

"Isn't a normal person supposed to get flustered," Rose whines.

"Good morning to you too."

"You're no fun."

"You are just too predictable."

"Well, if this was a zombie apocalypse and I was sneaking up on you, you would be the first one gone," she scoffs into the air, being as dramatic as she usually is.

Unlike my blonde hair and blue eyes, Rose is known for her wild ginger curls that I swear turn into flaming red sometimes. She is slightly taller than me with a more curved figure while I had subtle features.

I spent the day attending all of my classes and hearing snores coming from every class. The day ended up being boring since it was the first day and we all left with little to no home work to do since the professors can't wait for us to graduate and leave already.

Arriving home, I walk into the usually deserted living area to catch both Danielle and Daniel sitting there seemingly upset at each other. Yes, they have matching names, it's weird. Before I could even blink, Danielle rushes to me and pushes me down.

Before I could stand up, Daniel slams his foot on my ribs and I cry out in agony.  They both tumble on each other trying to get a better hit than the other, making it a competition while I try to protect my face with my hands.

After many punches and trips, I ended up with more bruises and cuts from the keys Danielle pulled out than what I had hoped.

Sighing, I wrapped everything in a bandage and headed to my work at the clinic wearing an oversized purple sweater and skinny jeans. As I waited on the bus in the cold air, I couldn't help but think my life should be easier than this, but I pushed the wishful thinking away.

When the bus reached the clinic, I entered inside to see a huge fuss of people bleeding everywhere and quickly got into work mode.

"Ray, you made it," Sarah hugged me and began explaining how two feared gangs were fighting and some were severely injured that they couldn't wait to get to a more professional setting than a shady clinic.

I walk up to two people that are standing up discussing something quietly.

"How is everyone doing?" I ask quietly but they don't seem to notice me since their figures are towering over my little one.

I clear my throat and ask a little louder causing the two heads to snap towards me, the blonde seemed to be friendly while the other one sent draggers towards me.

"We're fine kiddo, go tend to other people," the blondie said.

Follow

"Sir, you seem to have a cut on your forehead. May I just see it?"

"No, now run along."

"Please understand that my boss would give me an hour lecture if he doesn't see me tending to someone injured," I say with a completely blank but annoyed face.

He looked taken back for a split second before saying, "you don't know who we are, do you doll?"

"A gang?" I question, examining his cut since he finally kneeled down.

"We are much more than that, you know?"

"Well, this isn't the first time I meet people like you so I'll just do my job. It seems like you might need a few stitches that I can do now if you feel comfortable with the idea," I explain. He agrees, much to his dismay, and I finish the job cleanly before changing my gloves to examine the other person standing next to him.

"Did you not get in the fight?" I question looking at the chart that was given to me about these guys.

When he didn't answer, I looked up to see him staring at my split lip and faintly noticing my bruised cheek.

Before I could defend myself, he turned around and left the clinic without speaking a word to me.

'I'm so powerful

I don't need batteries to play

I'm so confident

I'm unstoppable today'

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A c e

"How many times have I told you, you will eventually get yourself killed!" My mother exclaimed, running her hands down her face.

I stayed silent and tried to ignore my yelling mother that's in front of me.

I wouldn't have needed to come here if it wasn't for someone sending her threats, making it seem like I was kidnapped as if that will ever happen. I do my best to comfort the distressed lady  in front of me before having enough of the same repetitive sentences.

The next morning was a gloomy day filled with rain and unnecessary puddles everywhere.

I dress in a white shirt, a red hoodie on top of it, and light wash jeans.

I arrive to the university earlier than I ever do, and see that no one is on campus but some teachers and janitors.

I am just a human writing ideas from my head for other humans to read so I hope you enjoy whatever you read :)

"Oh! You're the quiet person that was in the clinic, are you hurt?" She says in a quiet voice. She seemed too young to be in the senior department of the school.

"How old are you?" My own question surprises me, why would I even want to know?

"19 and counting," she answers honestly, jogging my memory from some gossip I hear when I'm trying to sleep in class. She seems to have also realized something about me because her face suddenly lights up.

"Aren't you the guy that nobody talks to? Doesn't it get lonely?"

"Aren't you the nice person around? Doesn't it get tiring?"

"Yeah, it does. But it's not like I talk to many people to begin with."

"You're bleeding," I point out after a moment of silence.

"Oh yes! Uhm, my stitches must have come undone. They must have a first aid kit around here, come on," she gestures with her hand to follow her and I stand there one eyebrow raised, amused by this tiny girl.

When she notices I'm not following her, she stops and looking around in a cartoon matter causing me to silently laugh at her.

"Mister Grey Eyes! I also need to check if you had any injuries from yesterday! Come onnn," She grabs my forearm and drags me to some empty classroom, her outfit is drenched with water.

"Aren't you cold?"

"Oh, uhm, it's fine! It'll dry soon," she says not looking away from removing the stitches completely.

"Aren't you too young to be working in a clinic? And to be in your fourth year of university?"

All the talking is making me feel weird. 

"Uh huh, but I manage. Now, did you get hurt anywhere other than your knuckles?" She asks innocently looking up from her arm into my eyes. Her eyes were a beautiful tornado of the blue sky and green trees.

I clear my throat after a long period of staring and shake my head.

She gently takes both of my hands and puts some ointment on them before wrapping them perfectly.

I am just a human writing ideas from my head for other humans to read so I hope you enjoy whatever you read :)

"I don't have a figure that's as skinny and little as a kid."

"What's your name?"

The fact that she doesn't even know who I am makes me respect her in a weird way.

"Ace," i answer shortly, not liking that she now knows me personally. She can use anything against me, although she doesn't seem like the kind to do so.

"I'm Ray! Nice to meet you," she gives me a smile and extends her hand. Once I shake it, i realize how small her hand is, not just compared to mine, in general. That doesn't stop it from being the warmest and softest hand I have ever touched.

"Alright sunshine, go change before class," I start walking outside the classroom when I hear her saying.

"It's Ray as in Ray Romano, not the sun," she says very quietly causing me to turn around smirking before saying.

"Bye-bye Sunshine."

Once I left, the question that came to mind is how did she get all the bruises?