Fix Me, I'm Broken

New School Year

*Nikki Night

New school year starting is something I'm actually looking forward to. I rather be at school than at home where my father is drinking his life away.

My older brother, P.J, is in college right now and my younger brother Kenny is a freshman while I'm a senior in highschool. 

Right now I'm running to school since my father doesn't want me to take the bus. He's always happy to see me suffer so I have to run fifteen blocks to get to school. 

I sigh as I see the front of my school. CandyLand high school is a two story building made out of gray bricks. It's surrounded by grass and towards the back is the woods, my safe place. 

I look down to my iPhone 7plus  to see that I still have ten minutes 'til the bell rings. My iPhone is the only nice thing I own. P.J got it for me for my seventeen birthday eight months ago. 

I walk into the building, towards the office for my schedule. Luckily, I'm invisible to the student body that no one notices me but I did see Kenny looking at me. Kenny does ride the bus to school so he arrives to school earlier than me. 

"Hi, Nikki." Rose, the lady behind the desk, greets. "Here's your schedule." 

I grab the paper from her outstretched hand. "Thank you." I whisper.

I leave the office and head to the girl's restroom. Luckily, the restroom is empty. I stand in front of the mirror and look down at my schedule:

1st hour - English

2nd hour - History

3rd hour - Latin

4th hour - Music

5th hour - Lunch

6th hour - Art

7th hour - Math

8th hour - Science

I hate History class. I suck at it. The other classes are fine. I like to take Music instead of P.E.

I look up to stare at my reflection. My black hair with blue and silver highlights reach my mid stomach. My bangs, also with blue and silver highlights, cover my left eye slightly. I'm a little under 5 feet high, yeah I'm short for a senior. 

My gray blue eyes looking as dull as ever. My skin is white pale due to lack of food. I have curves in the right places and a big chest but I hide my body under big pullovers. 

I have a tattoo on the inside of my right wrist. It says 'Don't Give Up On Life, Stay Strong You're Not Alone' shaped as an infinity sign. When I got it, I still believed that my life would change or that someone would safe me from the nightmare called my life.

Briiiinnng!

I jump, startled by the bell. Grabbing my bag, I make my way to English. My English class is on the second floor. Room 235 with Mr. Eddie. I remember him. I had Mr. Eddie for History in Freshman year.

I walk into Mr. Eddie's class to find it empty, except for the teacher. I guess people are still catching up with their friends after the three months summer vacation. 

"Good morning, Nikki. How was your summer?" Mr. Eddie asks.

Mr. Eddie is inhis early thirties with dark brown hair and light brown eyes. He's around 5 feet 7 inches, no taller than the football jocks. 

He knows I get beaten because he accidentally saw some of my bruises in freshman year. I had told him the whole story from when Ruby died to how my father beats me. I had spend that whole day pleading with him to not tell anyone. He promised to not say anything but he said I would have to have summer classes with him to make sure I wasn't home to get hit a lot and to get ahead in my subjects. I have come to trust him. Summer classes are only three weeks in June. 

"Good morning. My summer was okay. How was yours?" I say, taking a seat in the very back row where I know no one sits.

"That's good. Mine was also nice. I visited my parents in Texas. It was a long travel since we do live in London and the airport gets packed during the summer." 

I just nod, taking my drawing pad out. 

As soon as the late bell rings, students start to pile in. The classroom gets filled quickly. 

I don't pay attention in my classes most of the time since I'm ahead in all my classes because of summer classes with Mr. Eddie. The teachers had met with my father and I to see if I would like to skip a grade but since my father hates me, he denied the offer.

Mr. Eddie starts his lesson while I start drawing. My drawing is a large red wolf howling at the moon under a sparkinlg waterfall. I just need to outline it and shade it in.

Half way into the lesson, there's a knock at the door.

I don't look up as Mr. Eddie opens the door. It's probably a late student.

"How can I help you?" Mr. Eddie's voice is heard.

"I just got my schedule because I just moved here and they office lady told me to go to my 1st period so here I am." A low deep voice explains.

I lift my eyes slightly to see a dark haired boy standing next to Mr. Eddie. 

Dark brown hair, gray eyes, and big muscles. He's 5'8 or so; he's a little taller than Mr. Eddie. Typical player but damn you can see his eight pack through his tight white shirt.

I look back down.

"Find a seat." 

I keep drawing like if I hadn't stopped to drool over the new guy. I was so into my drawing that I hadn't noticed the new guy staring at it.

"Nice drawing." A voice whispers from beside me.

Starled, I jump out of my seat. Both my chair and drawing pad falling to the floor.

I stare at the gray eyed boy in front of me with wide, scared eyes. 

Shock written all over his face as he stared back. 

My heart beating fast in my chest.

"Nikki, are you okay?" Mr. Eddie has real concern in his eyes as he asks.

I look around to see every one looking at me.

"I'm f-fine. Can I go to the nurse's office?" I murmur. 

I hear gasps and mutters, "She talked." Random students comment. 

"Okay. Go ahead."

I rapidly grab my bag, forgetting my drawing pad, and dashing out of the room.

Luckily as soon as I'm out the door the bells for second period rings. I dash to restroom as I feel my heart still beating fast. My reflection staring back at me. My pale face showing no emotion. I learned long ago to never show my emotions. 

Why did I react that way? I guess I was just surprised. No student has ever talked to me. 

He's new so he doesn't know about me yet. Later on he'll hear about me hopefully he'll leave me alone.

I leave the restroom and head to my History class. I head to the back of the classroom only to see the new guy from last period sitting in the back row.

I choose a desk far away from him and next window. I open my bag, looking for drawing pad. I groan, remembering that I had dropped it last period. And I forgot to pick it up. I blame the new guy. Damn him!

"Your sketches are impressive." I recognize the same deep voice. 

My eyes grew wide, "You looked through them." I stated more than asked, glancing at the drawing pad, my drawing pad, on his desk. 

I need to be more aware of my surroundings. Second time that he's snuck up on me.

"You left it behind so yeah. I was curious." he explains. He slides my drawing pad towards me.

"Curiosity killed the cat." I say without thinking. I take my drawing pad, placing it in my bag. 

He chuckles. "Good thing I'm not a cat then."

"Can you not talk to me just like everyone else? Just ignore me, please." I plead, my head down.

"I'm not like everyone else. Besides, you're the only girl I've seen that doesn't look like a b***h, a slut, or fake. Plus, you look like you could use a friend. Let me be your friend."

My father's words flash in my head. I shake my head, briskly. "N-No. I don't need a friend. I don't want a friend. Please, just leave me alone." 

He opens his mouth to say something when a squeaky voice interrupts him.

"No use in trying. She's just a loner. Come sit next to me, Riley." The 'it' girl of our school, Katie Lopez, says trying to sound cute. Ha, not eith that voice.

Not a surprise, the new guy next to me gets up and walks to the empty desk next to Katie. So he's name is Riley.

I shrugged it off. I turn back to look out the window.

The morning classes passed by quickly and now it's lunch.

I walk into the cafeteria to see Katie sitting on Riley's lap. 

Wow, she works fast. I roll my eyes, remembering that he said he wasn't like everyone else. Looks like he's a liar, too.

I shrug. Not like I care. Maybe now that he's with Katie, he'll leave me alone.

I quickly grabbed my lunch and go sit outside, under a large shady tree. I've always ate here since freshman year when I noticed that nobody ate there lunch outside. I like sitting under the tree while listening to my music and staring into the mysterious woods. These woods are my safe place. I feel so peaceful when I'm surrounded by nature. 

I eat some of my lunch then I take out my drawing pad and let my hand draw freely and randomly. 

Suddenly, I see a figure approaching me from the woods. I take off my headphones and smiled, gently.

"Hey, Red." I say to the ten foot tall red wolf in front of me. Red is my only friend. I met him on my second week of freshman year. At first, I was terrified of him but he showed me that I didn't have to be afraid of him. I'm glad I gave him a chance.

His blue eyes dash from my eyes to my half eaten sandwich. He lays down on his stomach and puts his head on his paws. He then whimpers.

I giggle, "Here you go, Red. It's chicken." I hold it out for him to take.

He bites down on it, eating it instantly. 

"I'm scared to sleep at home and you're the only one I trust so I'm going to take a nap next to you, okay?" I might as well miss the last four classes since we never do anything on the first day.

Red nods.

I lay down next to him and feel him curl his body around mine. His body is big enough to cover my whole body so nobody would see me from far away.

With one last sigh, I fall into a deep sleep.