Chapter One

I took a deep breath, and watched as the slender needle was pressed into my welcoming arm. The cold metal was shocking against my sensitive skin. I blinked as my vision blurred. I looked around, before the blackness settled in, and my mind shut down.

I jolted awake at the overwhelming sound of the bell. Still in a half sleep, I looked around. Other students were departing the classroom, heading towards the gym for lunch, after spending ninety minutes in this room. I fall asleep within ten minutes anyways, so it's not like I care.

Climbing out of my seat, I picked up my bag, and started towards the door.

"Miyavi," my teacher called. I stopped on the spot, mentally cursed myself, and turned around to look at Mr. Takuya. The classroom was empty now, except for the two of us. I waited as he focused on putting his papers into piles, not even acknowledging the fact that I might have places to be. I sighed, annoyed, and crossed my arms over my chest.

"What?" I asked, tired of wasting my time here. Mr. Takuya looked up at me, waved me over, and continued with his work. Beginning to get pissed off at him, I stalked over, and sat down, glaring at him.

"Falling asleep in my class is unacceptable, Miyavi," he said, not looking up as he marked an unknown person's work.

"Whatever," I retorted, looking out the window as others passed by, heading to the store down the street. The sun was high in the sky, shining off the aluminum entrance to the school.

"No, not whatever. You have to think about your future!" he went on. Didn't he know I didn't care? "You have potential. Don't throw it away!" Was this guy serious? Did he honestly think that I was going to stay here and listen to this? I rolled my eyes. Yeah, right.

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that." I stood up, and walked out, ignoring his frustrated sigh.

Walking through the hallway, I saw the 'groupies', as I call them, that insisted in following me around; the weak ones who can't handle a hit. I only keep them around for when they might come in useful; perhaps, as a diversion for the next police bust. If I was ever dumb enough to stay there long enough to need a diversion.

Unfortunately, I was forced to stay in this hell until I graduate. Not that I wanted to, but really, what else is there to do? It wasn't as if I hadn't tried to get out of it already. Most of the groupies were airheads, and I sometimes contemplated whether or not it was worth it to keep them around. Jaymus was the only one that really had any street smarts. The only one that could handle his hits. He's sorta like my protégé, if you want to think about it that way.

"Hey, Miyavi! Over here!" Jesse called me over. Great. Why can't people just leave me alone today?

"Yeah?" I questioned in a tired voice, reluctantly walking over to the group.

"Wanna get some lunch?" he asked eagerly, his eyes shining and a huge grin on his face. He looked at me hopefully. As if.

"No, I've got somewhere I have to go," I said, quickly making up an excuse to not go into the gym. I never have been a fan of public places, let alone a public place crowded with teenage lunatics.

"Alright. We'll go with you," Ayden responded happily, shrugging off Jesse's idea.

"No," I retorted, walking out the door without looking back. I didn't need to look to know that their expression was of disappointment, but like I cared. They should be used to it by now.

I walked down the street to a little secluded park, surrounded by trees. I sat down at the top of the slide, and closed my eyes. I just needed to get away from that school, those teachers…those people. It sickens me to see all those brainwashed kids, going along with the school's bewitching ideas. I'm not going to get sucked into that. If they're too weak to see what that school is doing, why should I care? Their whole system is messed up.

I felt the wind blow across my face, and heard it rustle the leaves on the trees. Taking a deep breath, I sighed out, trying to relax before I went back to the brick building that I loathed so much, if I went back.

I heard rocks shift underfoot as somebody walked up behind me.

"Miyavi?"

"Hey, Jay," I sighed, before opening my eyes to see Jaymus standing there with his hands in his pockets, looking a little guilty for following me. "What's up?"

"Uhmm…," he said, looking extremely uncomfortable.

"Yeah?" I raised an eyebrow, wondering why he would come, even when I told them all not to, if he was just going to get nervous and not ask for what I knew he came here for.

"Never mind; I'll ask later. Sorry," he said quietly. I jumped down from my spot, and walked up to him, sticking my own hands into the pocket of my tight hoodie.

"Let's go back. I have some stuff for you," I said, walking away. He brightened up immediately, and followed me. We walked silently. Jay always seemed to interrupt any quiet moments I had to get his drugs. If it was anybody else, I would've given them the beating of their life, but Jaymus I knew needed this more than any of the others.

His father was never the nicest man, so it didn't surprise me when he started to come to school with bruises. His mother never got the nerve to stand up to her husband. I shook my head. Can't the world have at least one family that didn't hate each other? Jay moved out of his parent's house. He couldn't take it anymore. He told me so the other day. He's living in a place across town.

Upon arriving at the school, I told Jaymus to wait outside while I got his share.

"Here," I said, as we sat on a park bench at the back of the school. I held out the bag to him, after making sure that there was nobody else around. He took it gratefully. I waited a few moments before clearing my throat.

"Oh! Right," Jay said, taking the money of his pocket and handing it over to me, which I took and put in my wallet.

"Have fun."

When the bell rang, Jaymus got up, and started walking back towards the front doors. He stopped, turned around and looked at me expectantly. I didn't move.

"Aren't you coming?"

"NO," I answered abruptly. I saw him jump slightly at my harsh tone, but he should know better than to ask such stupid questions. He should know better.

"O-Ok," he stuttered, backing off, "I'll see you later, maybe," he turned and ran inside. I shook my head, and walked the other way. I had given Jay the last of what I had of the heroin I got from Washington, and I needed to get more. Now.