A/N: So since I rewrote this story, I really want to hear what everyone has to say. I would love it if you guys would tell me if I did better or worse. Please enjoy and don't forget to review

Roxas quickly walked threw the halls of Hollow Bastion public high school. Making no eye contact as he hurried by people. He wanted to get to his next class without incident. Roxas was a bit small for his age and was mute, making him a easy target for bullies. His main problem was Seifer. And as if on cue, He heard a loud gravelly laugh. He looked behind him out of the corner of his eye to see the one and only Seifer. Of course the taller bleach blonde haired teenager was with his group of so called friends. Seifer was not really a problem for Roxas unless he had his groupies with him. As fact may have it Seifer was quite spineless. Roxas was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when he was slammed into a locker. Roxas mentally sighed. He Really did not want to deal with this today.

"Where are you going," Seifer asked smugly. Roxas kept his head down and stayed quite. Roxas had not said a word to another living being ever since that day. "Whats wrong Roxas, cat got you tongue " Seifer said sarcastically. Roxas held his breath and wished for a miracle. He then, for the first time had his prayers answered, when he heard the bell ringing, signaling it was time to be in class. He gripped the books he had in his hand and took a step away from Seifer and started to walk towards his class. Seifer placed his hand on Roxas's shoulder and slammed him back against the lockers. Roxas mentally winced at the pain.

Seifer placed his hand under Roxas's chin and forced him to look him in the eye. "Who told you that you could leave!?" Seifer said sarcastically with a dark grin on his face. Roxas stared at Seifer with a blank face. Since that day Roxas had not shown emotion on his face, actually it would be better to say he locked his heart way.

Roxas removed Seifer's hand and tried to walk away again. Seifer grabbed his wrist and pulled him back a bit. "Is there a problem here," a voice called from behind the boys. They turned to see a man in his late 40's standing behind them. There was nothing really special about the man. He had black hair that was fading from stress and brown eyes. Seifer let go of Roxas's wrist and turned to face the man.

"There is no problem here Principal Price," Seifer lied threw his teeth. Principal Price looked at Roxas and then back at Seifer.

"Then please get to class."

"Yes sir," Seifer mumbled. Roxas quickly turned and walked away.

'What a bad day and it's only second period,' Roxas thought to himself.

Roxas walked threw the lunch room to an empty table, with his lunch tray in hand. He did not have any friends to speak of. Since that day three years ago, he had pushed everyone away. He figured it would be better for everyone if he was alone, no one would get hurt that way. He sat in quite thought as he picked at his lunch. after awhile his peace was finally disturbed by a voice yelling his name from a few tables away. A brunette boy about the same height as Roxas was walking toward him. That was his cousin Sora. Sora did not share in the same belief as Roxas. Sora thought that Roxas did not deserve to be left alone all the time. So since that horrible day three years ago, Sora was always by Roxas's side.

Sora sat across from Roxas. Even though Roxas would never talk to him Sora would always try his best to hold a conservation. Roxas would nodded and mostly give a thumbs up or down to show that he was in fact listening. Sora would talk about mostly random things. Due to the hyper person that Sora was he had a hard time staying focused on one thing for to long. He was mostly upset about the fact that his boyfriend Riku could not eat lunch with them like he normally did, and was being forced to eat on the football field so they could continue to practice more today. Although he could be too mad due to the fact that Riku was the captain.

When the bell rang, the two of them said goodbye and went their separate ways for classes. And there was one thing that Roxas was sure about. This was going to be a horrible week and sadly it was only Monday.

Roxas slowly exited the school. he was not looking forward to going home. You would think that any teenager would be running as if they were on fire once the school bell rand, but sadly that was not what Roxas was doing. He was not looking forward to going home, because his father would be at home. Roxas did not hate his father, in no way could he ever hate him. His actions toward him were justified and were not wrong, but there was more then one reason he did not like going home. That house held to many memories from before, happy memories that would and could never happen again because of him. Roxas was once again snapped out of his thoughts as his wrist was yanked back. Roxas slightly turned his head to see who had just grabbed him. 'Great,' Roxas thought to himself seeing that he had to deal with Seifer more.

"We never got to finish our conservation " Seifer said smugly with a dark grin on his face. Seifer removed his hand from Roxas's wrist and looked around as if waiting for someone. His grin suddenly grew and with all his might he shoved Roxas backward, making him stumble and unable to catch himself. Roxas was finally able to stop falling, but only because he had crashed into another student. Whoever he just crashed into was pretty large, and tall. Whoever it was was not knocked off balance when he crashed into them. He slowly looked up to see a tall, muscular, red head with upside down tear drops tattooed under each eye.

'Shit,' Roxas thought to himself. Roxas had just crashed landed on the school's number one juvenile delinquent, Axel Ainsworth! Roxas adjusted himself and slowly stared to walk away, hoping for no conflict. Before he could take more then two steps away, he felt a large but gentle hand place its self on his shoulder. "Hey blondie, normally when you crash into to someone you apologize," The red head said with a grin from ear to ear. Roxas just stared at the red head. Looking into his emerald green eyes. With each passing moment he slowly felt Axel's hand begin tense on his shoulder.

"You know, I don't really like being ignored," Axel said leaning over Roxas trying to appear more intimidating. Axel was much taller then him. In height Roxas reached only his chest. Well, it was not that hard to be taller then Roxas. Axel also did have more muscle on him, so Roxas did not really want to be on hi bad side. As their star down continued, Roxas could hear other students whispering about the small scene they were making.

"Do you think Axel will kill him? Poor kid." was a pretty good summary of what they were saying.

"Hey, did you hear me!?" Axel said getting more annoyed and his tone raising a little. Axel was really getting upset now. There were only three things Axel truly hate One: was Larxene, Two: the teachers at the school, and Three: the one he hate the most was being ignored. "Listen kid-" Axel started but was cut off by a fist hitting his cheek. Axel let go of Roxas shoulder and took a step back. The two boys turned their heads to see who had just done that. Out of all the people in the world, neither of them expected who they saw. Roxas was probably the most shocked when he saw his cousin Sora.

"Roxas are you okay?" Sora asked in a worried tone. Roxas gave a slight nod. The shock of his overly happy and hyper cousin punching someone had still not worn off. Sora lightly smiled at Roxas, then quickly spun on his heel to face Axel. "Why were you picking on Roxas," Sora yelled pointing a accusing finger at Axel. Axel placed his hands in his pockets and stared at Sora.

"Whoa slow down there chipmunk," Axel said in a playful tone.

"Chip-Chipmunk!?" Sora squeaked.

"Blondie here bumped into to me and when I asked for a apology he ignored me."

"He did not 'ignore' you. Roxas is mute and has not said a word in three years!" Sora yelled angrily at the red head. That seemed to phase Axel. He had just yelled at a mute for not talking to him. Axel looked into Roxas's azure blue eyes, and saw so much pain behind his expressionless face. Axel may have been a little dense at first, but now that he was really looking, he could tell that something really horrible must have happened to make him go mute. Axel suddenly felt guilt hit him like a brick. He slowly remove one of his hands from his pocket and awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

"Sorry blondie, I had no idea," Axel said staring into Roxas's eyes. Roxas gave a small nod, in his own way saying that it was okay. Axel seemed to lose some tension. Sora lightly grabbed Roxas's wrist and started to walk away, with Roxas in tow. Axel watched as Roxas left. For some strange reason the amount of pain he saw in those azure eyes bothered him. And then a thought hit him like a brick. 'Someone so cute, should not look so sad.'

Roxas slowly walked down the street. He was trying to avoid going home for as long as possible. He and Sora had just split up a few blocks back. As Roxas slowly approached his house he felt his chest tighten. He really did not want to see his father. Now before you get the idea that he hated his father, I should stop you. He did not hate his father, it was the other way around. Ever since that day three years ago his father hated him. Roxas did not blame him for it tho. What happened was his fault, and being near his father only caused the man pain. It would be better if he could just disappear.

Roxas slowly approached the door to his house. He stayed still and stared at the door, almost as if at any given moment it would come to life and swallow him hole. To bad it didn't, that would have solved a lot of problems. He slightly adjusted the black messenger bag slung over his shoulder, so he could retrieve his keys from his pocket. He slowly placed them in the lock and opened the door. As the door creaked open Roxas held his breath, cold sweat on his forehead. He slowly walked in and closed the door behind him. He gave a mental sigh of relief when he realized that his father was not home. He then quickly retreated to his bedroom upstairs.

He set his messenger bag down by the side of his desk and pulled a few books out of the bag. He sat down in his desk chair and stared at his homework. After a few minutes Roxas let out a sigh and gave up. He could not concentrate. For some reason he could not get those emerald eyes out of his mind, and the way they seemed to look into the very deepest depths of his soul. He slowly stood up and walked over to his bed. Roxas laid face down with his face in his pillow, as he tried to smother himself. No matter how hard he tried he could not get those eyes out of his mind. Correction, he could not get all of the red head out of his mind. A small sound that was all it took for those thought to be shoved out of Roxas's mind. That was the small sound of his bedroom door creaking open. A small sound that made his blood run cold.

Roxas slowly sat up and hung his feet over the edge of the bed. He then slowly turned his head to face the door. In that moment you could nearly hear Roxas's heart skip a beat. His face paled as he laid eyes on his father leaning on the door frame, with a beer bottle in his hand. And by the sight of the man Roxas could tell that was not the first drink he had. Roxas's father stumbled to walk in front of him, while he struggled to stand. Roxas lowered his head and stared at the floor. Trying ever so hard to erase his existence. The man suddenly grabbed Roxas by the hair and threw him on the floor. Then without warning he kicked Roxas in the stomach, with all the might he could muster in the state he was in. If he had been sober Roxas would probably be coughing up blood by now.

His father struggled to dragged Roxas up by his hair so he could be face to face with him. "It should have been you," the man slurred out. Roxas already knew that. If was the truth. If it had not been for him none of that would have happened. And they would still be alive. His father continued this for about a hour. Until he was board of doing so.

After the man had left Roxas laid on the floor struggling to breath. Once Roxas was finally able to catch his breath, he stumbled into the bathroom. He slowly closed the door trying to stop is hand from shaking, and locked himself in. He slowly moved to the counter and stared at himself in the mirror. Roxas held his breath as pain filled his body as he tried to remove his shirt, so he could see how much damage he had taken. His father may have hated him, but the one kindness the man did him was to never leave a bruise in a place that could be seen.

As Roxas stared at his bare chest he could tell his father had manage to crack one of his ribs. Roxas let out a very small sigh. Roxas turned on the sink and started at the running water. After a moment had past, Roxas slowly opened the medicine cabinet. He slowly pulled out a small box of razors and some rubbing alcohol. He removed one of the silver blades and placed it on the counter. He closed the box and set it aside. And he once again began to just stared at the running water. After a moment had pasted, he slowly picked up the blade and dragged it across his wrist on his left arm. Watching as the crimson blood mixed with the water. Turning it a disgusting shade of pink. He repeated this action a few more times before he set the razor down and just watched with a blank face as his blood dripped from the cuts on his wrist and mix with the water. Once the bleeding had slowed down he grabbed the rubbing alcohol and poured it on the wound, ignoring the burning feeling it gave. After a while the bleeding had stopped fully, he then pulled his long sleeved black shirt back on.

He then began to clean everything up. Placing the razors and rubbing alcohol back in the medicine cabinet. He washed the sink out after, leaving not a single drop of blood. Once all the evidence of what had just transpired had been erased, he slowly staggered his way back into his room. Making no sound as he did so. He slowly closed the door and prayed it would stay closed for the rest of the night. He sat down at his desk and began to do the homework he left unfinished. As he stared at the work sheet a small tear escaped his right eye, but it was quickly wiped away. Roxas had refused to ever cry again since that day three years ago.

'This is going to be a horrible week,' Roxas thought staring at his desk.