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[A/N] Damn, I've got four stories now. I guess I just love pumping out these ideas. XP Anywho, this was half request/half and idea-that's-been-boiling-in-my-brain-for-weeks-now. This, unlike Man X Beast is going to be all normal. Just average life, none of the supernatural stuffs.

And so, the story begins.

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"Hey, wake up!" A book landed on my chest with a thud.

"Gah! What the hell was that for?!" I sat up, pushing the book of of my chest.

"You usually wake up earlier. So I assumed you'd forgotten to set your alarm." My brother, Lukas, explained. "It's six."

"What?!" I leapt off the bed, landing in front of my dresser, yanking out a pair of skinny jeans and a striped black and white long-sleeve shirt. I quickly dressed, slinging my bag over my shoulder and starting towards the door.

"Hey!" Lukas grabbed my wrist.

"Ugh." I groaned. "What now?!"

"You almost forgot your glasses." He held up a pair of thick rimmed black glasses.

"I'm wearing my contacts, moron." I pointed to my eyes.

His ears flattened to his head.

"Right, sorry." He turned on his heel and exited the room.

I pulled the door open, jogging down the sidewalk towards my school. I held up my watch.

6:15

"Shit, I'm gonna be late!" I scolded myself.

I sped up, running to my bus stop. The bus was just closing it's doors, pulling away.

"Wait! Don't go yet, I'm coming!" I shouted. "Hey!" The bus drove down the road, ignoring me.

"Dammit!" I panted. I turned, running. Looks like I'll have to walk-er, run to school today.

Minutes later, I burst through the door into my first period, nearly knocking over Mrs. Valdez, a white rabbit, extremely thin and unusually quiet, especially for a teacher.

"Marcus." She started. "You're late." She glared at me.

"I know, I'm really sorry, I-"

"Just don't let it happen again." She turned and sat at her computer, going back to what she was doing.

This class was fairly easy, considering she never assigned anything. Literally, all day she would just sit at her desk while we do whatever we want. It was no mystery why most students wanted her as their geometry teacher.

I laid my head on the desk, closing my eyes, drifting off to sleep.

When the bell rang, I sat up, grabbing my books and heading to second period. I stopped at my locker to grab my textbook.

Somebody flicked my ear hard, which hurt much more when you had fox ears. I cupped my hand over it.

"Ow..." I turned around.

Standing in front of me was a tiger, a bulldog, and a wolf; all of which stood at least a foot taller, save for the tiger, who was nearly two feet taller than me. I had to look up to look him in the face.

Which I never did, of course.

The wolf, Ivan, reached forward, thumping my ear again, his claw making a painful scratch.

"Stop it." I whined.

"Why should I?" Ivan grinned.

"Fuck you." I scowled.

"What?" He growled. "That's pretty funny, coming from a faggot like you." He grabbed my neck, pushing me back against the locker.

"Ivan." The tiger, David, started. "You remember right? No hitting the face, we can't let anybody see." Ivan rolled his eyes.

"Well fuck all of you then." I spat. "Especially you, pussy-cat." I glared at David. "How about you call your bitch off? Seeing how close you two-" David slammed his fist into my gut. I doubled over, holding my stomach, gasping for breath. One of them kicked me in the side, knocking me to the ground. I heard them laugh as they stalked off.

I slowly got back to my feet.

"Hey!" They ignored me.

I ran towards them, raising my fist with a shout, swinging at David. He turned, grabbing my wrist and stopping me in my tracks.

"Nice try little guy." He teased. I swung with my other fist, which he also caught.

"Let me go, asshole!" I yelled.

He raised a brow, as if confused or pondering something. He moved my left hand to his other hand, which now held both of my wrists. He grabbed my sleeve, slightly pulling it down.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" I squirmed, to no avail.

"What is this?" He pointed to the many long red slits running down my list.

"You really shouldn't do this." He glared, at me.

"Why the fuck should you care?" I pulled away from him, sliding my sleeves back down.

I turned, heading back to my locker, and grabbing my stuff, and then going to my next class.

'What was that all about?' I thought. 'Why would he care if I cut myself?'

Lunch Period

I grabbed my tray with a sigh.

'At least this goddamned day is nearly over.' I told myself.

I carried my tray towards the same table I sat at every day, alone.

Somebody knocked my elbow, making me drop my tray, and most of my food.

"H-hey!" I spun on my heel to face whoever was harassing me. "What the hell is your..." I looked directly at Ivan. "Of course."

"What? No snarky remarks now?" He shoved me. "Losing your nerve?"

"Why can't you people just leave me alone?" I scowled.

"Now what fun would that be, you emo fag?" He grinned, shoving me again.

"Don't call me that." My voice betrayed me, coming out high and quiet.

"Oh, is the little guy scared?" He leaned forward, his face inches from mine.

"Just leave me alone." I backed away.

"But then I'd have nobody else to play with. You know you're my favorite little emo-"

"Shut up!" I screamed, punching him in the nose.

He stumbled backwards, holding his muzzle.

"Why you little bitch!" He started towards me, grabbing my ear, clenching his fist.

"Ivan!" A tiger stepped behind him, grabbing his wrist.

"What do you want?" He growled.

"Let him go." David ordered.

"But-"

"Now." He glared. Ivan immediately dropped me, spinning on his heel, and storming away.

David held his hand out to me. "Marcus, are you-"

"I'm fine." I slapped his hand away, getting to my feet. "Come to beat me up yourself?" I spat.

"No, I-"

"Whatever." I cut him off again. "Stop pretending to care about me." I turned, walking away.

David mumbled something behind me, but I kept walking.

7th Period

"Alright students, tomorrow you'll be starting on your business ledgers." Mr. Corzine announced. He was an old crow, his black feathers had long ago greyed. He taught Computer Applications II, an took his job very seriously, treating students more like they were employees. "I expect all of you to complete them by Friday."

Most students in the class groaned, others stayed silent; the latter being because they were asleep.

I leaned back in my seat with a sigh.

The bell rang, and everybody shot up, scrambling towards the door, pushing and shoving one another.

I simply stood, walking calmly towards the door, then making my way to my locker. I looked in either direction.

'Nobody today? Wow.' I was half expecting to be shoved against the wall, or flicked in the ear, but nothing happened. I couldn't help but smile.

I opened my locker. 'What the hell?!' I pulled put a slip of paper.

Emo

I tossed it down, grabbing another.

Bitch

I looked at one after another.

Fag

Homo

Queer

Pussy

Emo

Some of them were other insults, but most of them said 'Emo.' There were dozens of the notes, nearly half of them reading emo.

I felt my chest tighten, and my breath catch in my throat. I threw my bag into my locker, and slammed it shut. Turning on my heel, I made my way to the bus ramp.

I pushed through the double doors, and was blasted with cold air. It was pouring rain, the sky overcast. I watched as my bus turned the corner, pulling away from the bus ramp.

"Fuck!" I shouted.

"Miss your bus?" A voice behind me asked. I turned to see David standing behind me, only a foot away, so I had to look up to look him in the eye.

"What do you care?" I growled.

"I can give you a ride." He held his keys up.

"I'm walking." I glared, turning on my heel, out into the rain. It was freezing, but not nearly as bad as getting a ride from David.

"Then I'll walk with you." David said, falling into step next to me. I sighed, but said nothing.

"Damn, it's freezing out here. Rain doesn't help either." He complained. "It doesn't bother you?" He asked.

I stayed silent.

"Marcus?" He looked at me.

"You just have to get over it." I pulled my hood on.

He was quiet for a minute.

That minute ended way too fast.

"So why do you do it?" He asked.

"Do what?" I huffed.

"Y'know... The cutting." He gestured to my wrists.

"You figure it out."

"Alright, forget I asked."

"Gladly." I growled.

We grew silent again. The rain began seeping through my hoodie, soaking my fur.

I shivered, uncontrollably.

I heard rustling beside me, and a heavy jacket much to big for me was draped over my shoulders.

I looked over to see that David had given me his jacket, wearing only a t-shirt and jeans.

"You looked cold." He said.

Instinct told me to throw the jacket off, to stomp on it as though it were burning, but it was so warm, and so comforting, and the smell... It smelled like David, masculine. It drove me crazy. So I kept the jacket on.

"Okay, tell me something." I stopped, facing him. "Why are you suddenly being so... Nice?" I demanded.

He looked as though he were scrambling for a reason-no, an excuse. "Well..." He started. "I'm righting a wrong." He said simply.

"So what, you're finally feeling bad that you and your friends come and beat the shit out of me nearly every day?"

He looked at the ground guiltily. "The cuts... Seeing them... It makes me realize what we're putting you through. I... I wanted to help you to stop." He explained.

I glared, more thoughtfully than angry. "I don't need help." I took his jacket off, handing it back to him, and turning into the driveway of my house. David simply watched from the road, as I pushed through the door into my house.

"Hey Marcus." Lukas greeted me from the living room. Lukas had already graduated, so he stayed home most days, until he had to go to work. He and I were the only ones who lived here, and he was the one who payed most of the bills for the house, our grandfather helped with the rest. "How was school?" Lukas asked.

"Terrible, as usual. Y'know I thought you'd stop asking that eventually." I sighed, walking into the bathroom.

I shut the door behind me, locking it. I looked down, staring at the dozens of red slits, highly contrasted by my white fur, some new and others old and fading.

"Righting a wrong..." I mumbled. "Whatever." I pulled the medicine cabinet open, grabbing a small bottle full of white pills.

I opened it, pouring four into my hand. I downed them with a small sip of water, and placed the bottle back in the cabinet.

I stared into the mirror. A fox stared back, it's fur an orange-red color, fading to white at the elbows and knees, with stark blue eyes.

"You're pathetic." We said in unison. I opened the door back up, making my way back to my room. I laid on the bed, looking directly at the ceiling. The medication was already taking effect, reducing my headache and calming me.

'It feels like just yesterday I only needed one pill...'

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Well, wasn't that interesting??? I'm fairly pleased with this so far, and that's just after reading it. :3 You guys better tell me what you think, or I'll eat your children at midnight. And no, he didn't just OD on pills. He's an addict.

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