Taya Swan's Story

Casey layed face up in his bed. No sleep again.
He glared up at his ceiling, his eyes strained, bags under them. He gulped and reached out his hand to his bedside table.
He grabbed his almost broken clock and looked the time. He gulped again. "Tomorrows gonna be a better day" he said shakily and stood up from the single mattress on the ground. Rain water dripped from his ceiling onto the carpet.
The sleeves from his dirty hoodie hung down to his hips, his dirty p.j. pants scrunched up under his feet as he walked. Everything he wore to sleep was way over-sized; but it gave him comfort. It gave him warmth with no blankets to sleep with.
He walked to his closet and quickly changed.
He wore a long sleeved grey shirt, over that a striped purple and black t-shirt. Also putting on black skinny jeans he picked up his backpack and walked out of his room. With really no hallway, he walked into the tiny apartments living room.
No sign of his mom anywhere. 'Out on the streets again...' he thought.
He walked to the small kitchen, no food really. "Ill skip again" he mumbled and walked out of the apartment, not bothering to lock the door. There was nothing for anyone to steal in the apartment, so whats the point in locking the door?
He walked down the deteriorating complex stairs and outside. He lived on the outskirts of the city, otherwise known as a very bad part of the city. Every so often a car would pass, not a very good looking one.
People were out on the streets, staring at Casey as he walked towards where the bus stopped was.
'They all have guns, just don't make eye contact' he thought, staring straight forward as he walked.

As Casey was walking he noticed, a familiar bus, driving right past him. "W-wait, what...?" he looked in through a stores window at a clock, he was literally a minute late. "You fucking kidding me?!" he said through his teeth and started running. The bus, noticing there was no one at the stopping area, just kept going. "WAIT DAMMIT!" Casey yelled angrily running after the bus. Everyone he passed by was snickering.
"WAIT THE FUCK UP!" Casey yelled. Well the bus reached a stop sign, Casey barely had enough time to catch up.
He slammed his fist into the side of the bus and finally reached the doors to it. Heaving heavy breathes, the bus driver opened the doors. When he walked in everyone was laughing, knowing exactly who it was that would be late.
Casey took his first step into the isle, he was shoved into a chair. 'Whatever' he thought, not bothering to grab at his hurt stomach. As he walked down the isle, everyone shoved him back and forth, and they continued to laugh.
Did they care if it hurt him? Nope. That's what they wanted. He was shoved hard into a chair before taking his final seat at the back of the bus, the seat across from Taya.
He sat alone in silence. After a few minutes, like predicted, the students started throwing paper balls and spitting spit balls at him. Casey sighed and pulled out a clipboard and a sharpie as the other kids continued throwing paper at him.

Casey quickly stuffed his things inside his bag. He walked down to the busses door, but the kid behind him shoved him out. He fell on his knees and then quickly on his side. "Ow..." he groaned under his breathe and stumbled to his feet. He dusted the mud off his jeans and shirt. There was still time before the school opened. He remembers a tree in thool that no one else would sit at; because he sat there. The tree was still there, lucky for him. As he walked towards it, everyone shoved him back and forth.
But he didn't say or do anything. Just accepted being pushed around. When he made it to the tree and plopped down.
"My knees are gonna be bruised again..." he muttered under his breathe. He pulled out his pen and paper and resumed his drawing. "God I don't even know what the point of drawing is. They'll just take it from me and throw it away again like always..." Casey sighed to himself drawing his... disturbing picture.
[http://cdn.trendhunterstatic.com/thumbs/Alex-Andreyev-sketches.jpeg]

Casey sighed and turned around. He analyzed her for a moment, then started laugha. "Ha... aha.... hahaha..... hahaHAHAHA" he fell on his side laughing. He sat back up. He stared at her, and suddenly his expression went cold as ice.
He changed his mood in the blink of an eye. "Leave." he growled, the first thing he said to someone so far.
"Leave. Go back to your stupid fucking friends, take the stupid fucking drawing, and if your feeling all high and mighty, go ahead and push me around." Casey threw the clipboard with his drawing on the muddy ground and turned back around to his original position. "Do whatever you want with the stupid drawing, I don't care. Burn it, rip it up. Do you worst"
he growled, clenching the muddy grass under him angrily.

Casey glared at the picture. "Piece of shit so called Artwork' he scowled and slowly picked it up. "She got her sleeve all dirty because of this dumb drawing. Fucking idiot.' Casey growled and shoved the drawing into his backpack.
The bell rang. He got up to walk into the school. Upon opening the first door though, everyone trampled him. He layed on the floor, unable to get up as everyone stepped on him and kicked him around. When everyone had entered into the hallway he layed there limp. 'Ugh... nostalgia' he thought and stood up weakly. '"F-first class..... w-writing..." he stuttered shakily under his breathe and continued walking. "T-tomorrows gonna be a b-better day..." he stuttered under his breathe, keeping watch for anyone.

Casey looked over and glared at her. "What the hell are you talking about... go away..." he said quietly and looked back forward.
He was just numb now. He didn't notice any of the bruises under his clothes, but he would surely noticed the ones on his hands and neck and head.

A bell went off in Caseys head. He stopped, his heart stopped for a moment. "Help... me...?" he said almost silently.
'What does THAT mean?' he thought. 'Help. What does it mean.... ah, I cant remember....' he thought.

He furrowed his brows, then turned to her. "No." he glared. "That wont make me feel better. You cant make me feel better. No one can make me feel better. Your weird, leave me alone" he huffed and continued walking with heavy steps.
He was still all wobbly but that didn't stop him from walking away quickly.

[btw, just an idea you can go with it or not, but I was thinking Taya should be like really persistent, and keep annoying him until he actually passes out from getting all upset and using too much of his energy when he's all hurt. *shrugs*
Either that or she's just trying to make him feel better and he ends up bullying her back, and trying to drag her down with him over time.
Those are just ideas I had lol, we don't need to go along with him XD]

Casey growled and shoved her into the wall. "Leave me alone!" he snarled. He felt all dizzy, but he blinked it away. He turned to his right and started walking down another hallway.

Casey looked at her with hatred in his eyes. He grabbed her by the collar of her jacket and pushed her into the wall.
"Leave me ALONE, before I do more then just push you around!" he said through gritted teeth. "Theres nothing that YOU or that stupid fucking nurse could do to help ME. Theres nothing ANYONE could do to help ME. So buzz the fuck off with your 'help' nonsense; it doesnt exist." he gave her another quick shove into the wall, then continued stumbling down the hallway. He kept falling into the wall, now he was all dizzy. 'Ugh shit, I wont make class if Im like this... suck it up pussy' he thought and bit his bottom lip trying to walk in a straight line. 'Don't be a fucking wimp' he thought and sniffled quietly as he pushed himself to walk better.
That was the way they made him. Hate everyone, don't trust anyone, and don't let anyone see you weak.
That was the way all his bullies, all the teachers, all the people in his area made him.
And it sucked, if Casey wasn't like that he'd probably be head over heels for Taya. She was pretty, kind, persistent: she only wanted to help him. But she'll just get dragged down under like him. If they're seen together she'll get bullied too. And if she keeps up her act Casey wont hesitate to hit her. Maybe he DOES care about her... maybe he's just trying to warn her...
But maybe it wont work; because she cares too much about his issues.

"Get off me-!" Casey struggled to push her away. "D-don't touch me-" he said. He was able to force himself away from her, but he fell on his butt, being without balance.
"Ah-ow..." he muttered upon falling. He backed up against the wall and glared at her. "See? You made me fucking fall because you wouldn't leave me ALONE. I said STOP, you didn't STOP." he said through his teeth.
"Don't touch me, don't come near me, leave me alone, and go away. I don't want you here, I don't want your fucking help, and I don't want to be late to class. YOU are the problem. YOU are touching me, and being persistent, and chasing me!
Your trying to help but your making everything hurt more! Stop means stop! Leave me alone!"
he said all that, still with his back pressed against the wall. 'Whats her problem?!?' Casey thought, even though he was the problem. "Ill fucking sock you in the face if you come near me again"
He glared at her. "Just go to your fucking class, and leave me alone so I can go to mine in PEACE."
he spat. God he's stubborn...

"Casey. In class. Now." the teacher growled. "Yes miss..." Casey said, VERY annoyed. 'What a fucking idiot! Getting sent to the fucking principles office because of me! Fucking retard.' he thought maliciously and walked into the classroom. He sat down in the front of the class, his assigned seat since two years ago in ever class. Kids snickered and threw papers at him, spat spitballs at him, shot paper airplanes at him. The teacher could care less.
Casey tried to do his work but, it was a little difficult; the teacher was being harder on him specifically.
'Write a minimum of 3 lines. Oh but Casey, you have a minimum of 12.'
For example.

The table Taya sat at was Caseys. It was dirty, and there was even blood on some spots of it. Casey began walking to the table, kids threw garbage at him or, some people even threw pizza slices at him. He stared down at the ground and got to his table. He sat down on the other side of Taya, not even noticing her. He placed his arms on the table and rested his head in them.
"Hey new girl, get away from him!" one girl called. "Yeah you don't wanna be by him..." another girls said. "Hes a freak"
one guy laughed. "Yeah don't even talk to him" another guy said.
Casey didn't even register what was happening at first. He sniffled quietly, not paying attention to anyone else.

"Well she'll get it later if she decides to stay with that freak" one guy snickered. "Oh yeah, she'll be just like him. Do we really need more maggots here?" another guy commented. "Twice the pain for Casey, he caused it" he girl growled.
"Turning a chick into a freak like himself, he should be thrown off a bridge" another girl smirked wickedly.
Caseys fingers trembled on the table. He looked up at her, his eyes were bloodshot and his nose was bleeding. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" he said angrily. "Go away dammit!" he said and sniffled quietly. His face was bruises as well.
"I dont want you here, no one wants you here at my fucking table!" he said and sniffled again. "Ugh" he leaned back
and rubbed his eyes. 'What the fuck does that even mean, 'ok'? What the hell is that supposed to even describe?!'
Casey thought. 'She makes no fucking sense' he thought.

He growled and shoved her off the bench. "Fucking idiot." he scowled. "Hey asswipe! Don't touch her!" a guy yelled and threw a pizza slice at his head. He winced and pulled it off, there was blood on it. From his head.
It just wasn't noticeable because his hair was black. 'Grease sure as hell isn't good for gashes.'
Casey thought and threw the pizza slice on the ground. "Ow..." he muttered and sniffled up blood from his nose again.
He pressed his hand to where the gash on his head was and rubbed his eyes with his other hand.

"Ow stop" Casey shoved her hand away from his head. "Don't touch me" he said defensively and sniffled. 'God I hate the taste of blood' he thought, feeling some blood from his nose trickle onto his lips. He blinked a lot, getting the tears out of his eyes.
"If you REALLY wanna go through hell, fine by me. But don't try to be my fucking friend or something"
he growled. 'Fucking idiot.' he thought wanting to punch her straight in the nose.

"Ow" he growled gritting his teeth. He glared looking over at her. He licked his teeth, a silver tongue ring rolled across his teeth. "Don't fucking touch me." he spat at her then looked back forward. 'I don't have spare change to get lunch today...
Ill skip lunch again. Im sure Ill skip dinner too. Mom wont be home.' he thought to himself, zoning out with droopy eyelids.
His stomach growled loudly. He furrowed his brows ad wrapped his hands around his stomach. He cleared his throat,
not making a deal out of it.

Casey griped the tray of food tightly. He glared down at it, his long bangs covering his eyes.
'God shes a fucking bitch. Why don't I just shove this shit in her face right now?!' he thought and gritted his teeth.
'But.... I am hungry... I skipped all my meals yesterday... and the day before.... and if I remember correctly the day before that?' he thought and gulped. 'But if I take the food then she'll think I'll do what she says.... ugh but Im fucking hungry!'
he thought. His fingers fidgeted. He was contemplating the choices like it was life or death.
He can over react so much.
He slowly and reluctantly took a fry from the tray. He popped it into his mouth and looked in the opposite direction; away from Taya. He didn't say anything more; his long bangs still covered his eyes. 'Fucking dammit.' he thought.
His hands rested against the tray in defeat.

As soon as she left, he started eating a lot faster. He wanted to finish before everyone started attacking him again.
"You pig!" they started throwing garbage and food at him again. "Did you seriously just take her food?!"
"What a dick!"
they all yelled insults. When he finished eating he got up to take his paper tray to the garbage. People tripped him and shoved him and spat on him and threw things at him. 'Whatever.' he thought and dump the tray into the trash.

At the end of the school day, Casey walked cautiously down the halls. But, of course, that wouldn't help.
"Hey freak!" a guy yelled from down the hall. He stopped, waiting for them to come to him. 'Theres no point in running, theres no point in calling for help, theres no point in trying to fight back. Just get it over with.'
Casey thought looking down at his feet. 4 guys walked up to Casey and shoved him hard against the lockers. 'Ow' Casey thought, but kept silent on the outside. The 4 boys pushed him around and made fun of him. They ended up pushing him to the ground. They kicked him and stomped on him.
Everyone passing by just laughed at him. Casey didn't fight back or anything. He layed there with his hands covering his head and face as they kicked and laughed at him.

"Little skinny bitch your gonna get it tomorrow for protecting this little faggot"
the guys smirked wickedly and walked off. Casey pressed both his hands under his chest and tried to push himself up of the ground. His arms shook rapidly and he could barely hold himself up. "A-ah...." he winced trying to sit up on his knees.
His feet shook as well, he felt like shriveling up into dust.
He held back bile that rose up into his mouth. 'Not here' he thought, forcing down the disgusting liquid held up in his throat.
'Do I have bruises on my face again...?' he thought, weakly pressing his fingers to his cheek.