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Hear Our Prayer	By : Starsoul Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 3128 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Welcome To My Life
- 2-Falling Again
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Righty-o. I have no idea if this belongs here or not, but one things for sure…ff.net took it off saying this story wasn’t fit there. Ah well. I have no idea what’s wrong with it. Maybe I’ll try again later…but for now, I’ll put it here and see how things go.

Disclaimer: Me no own. Story plot own, yes. But me no own avatar.

Warning: AU and set in modern time. Characters may be out-of-character, but hey, I tried. Also, I have no idea how long this story’ll be. Maybe just a few chapters…who knows?

This first chapter’s pretty long…weird. My first chapters usually aren’t so long. Ah well. Hope you all enjoy.

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Chapter One: Welcome To My Life

“Dad? Why did we have to move again?”

Kun Jiang sighed as he looked back at his son in the rear view mirror. “I have told you already, Sokka. I will not tell you again. We are moving because my next assignment is with the kids—“

“—in the city of Qiu. I know, I know.” Sokka Jiang answered, sinking lower into the leather seat, his arms crossed. The sixteen year old wore a plain light blue shirt and a pair of jeans. His hair was tied back in a small ponytail, while the rest of his hair was almost all sheared off.

Next to him sat his sister who was only a month younger than him. She wore a faint pink blouse, a jean dress, and some white sports shoes. Her long hair was braided into two separate strands and then pinned up in a sort of loop on each side of her head. Her bright blue eyes were shining from contained excitement.

On the other side of her sat a smaller child who looked no older than fifteen. He, unlike the other two, was bald and wore pale auburn shirt and matching auburn pants. He had his face pressed up against the car window as he watched them enter the city.

“Aang, sit down please.”

The bald child glanced at the old woman sitting beside Kun and nodded. “Sure, Gran-Gran!!” And shot her a wide grin.

The old woman chuckled a little before turning back to the front again. “Oh look! There is our house!!” She pointed towards a small little white house settled neatly in the small neighborhood near the outskirts of the main part of the city. Similar houses were lined up in rows, each surrounded by a small garden.

Kun smiled. “So it is.” He pulled into the driveway and parked the car before pulling out a set of keys from his pockets. “All righty then! Who wants to have the honor of opening the door?”

Aang immediately jumped up and down in his seat. “I do!!! I do!!!”

The girl laughed at his antics before looking at her brother. “What about you, Sokka?”

Sokka turned his head away. “Hmph.”

Kun frowned at Sokka but smiled at Aang’s antics, before handing the girl the keys. “I think you should have the honor, Katara. You seemed to be the most patient.”

Aang pouted. “Aw…”

Katara took pity on him and handed him the keys. “Here.”

The bald child immediately brightened. “THANKS KATARA!!!” He yelled, jumping out of the car and rushing to the door before quickly opening it, dramatically spreading his arms wide in the process.

“Isn’t this so COOL!!! I can hardly wait until we start school and—“

Everyone had to at least smile as Aang began to ramble on and on, even Sokka. Kun walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder, smiling broadly. “Well, we have quite some time before you three start school. It is the beginning of summer.”

Aang just kept on smiling, undeterred.

&

“Hi. I am D.A.R.E officer, Kun Jiang, and these two are my children, Katara and Sokka Jiang.” Kun introduced, putting a hand on both of their shoulders. “And this,” He hinted towards Aang, “is Aang. We adopted him three years ago.”

The spiky white-haired officer in front of them nodded and shook hands politely with each of them. “And I am Jeong-Jeong, Police Officer and leader of this small police department. Welcome to Qiu City.”

“Thank you.” Kun answered.

Jeong-Jeong’s smile slowly faded as he hinted for them to go into his office. “Please, enter. There are some…rules…you need to know.”

The small group entered and stood a little awkwardly as Jeong-Jeong closed his office door and locked it before moving behind his desk and sitting down. “Please, sit.” He said, hinting to the two chairs in front of his desk, and two spare chairs near the walls. Once they were seated, Jeong-Jeong lowered his voice to a serious tone. “Now, you must understand something, all of you. This city is under the control of Ozai Zhi. Everything here is under his and only his control. Everything that goes on around here is his doing.”

Here, Kun opened his mouth to say something, but Jeong-Jeong held up his hand to silence him. “You must understand. Ozai Zhi has total authority here. Do not get on the wrong side of him. Almost every department, save for mine, is completely corrupt and on Ozai Zhi’s side. And not just the police departments…The law offices, lawyers, judges…people of any high position are corrupt. These children you were sent to help, they are the byproducts of parents whom are completely corrupt.”

Kun looked grave. “I understand. Thank you.” He started to rise, but Jeong-Jeong stopped him. “Also, Ozai Zhi has two children. Zuko and Zula Zhi. They are good children. They are the reasons that the kids here haven’t gone completely out of control. But listen. Here’s some advice for you.” Jeong-Jeong leaned closer and his tone dropped. “Stay out of any Zhi’s way. Their entire family line is corrupt. Those Zhi children, no matter how good they are, will only bring pain and misery. Whatever goes on in that family, it is their and only their business.”

&

Kun sighed as he straightened his D.A.R.E officer uniform and glanced at the three kids. “You know I don’t like it when you come with me to work. Who knows what these kids could do?”

Sokka shrugged. “We’ll be fine. Plus, we’ll see the city and know what places to avoid and stuff.”

Kun frowned. “All right. But if the situation becomes dangerous, you—“

“We’ll immediately leave.” All three kids chorused.

“Yeah, yeah. We know Dad. You’ve only said that, like, a hundred times.” Sokka added, rolling his eyes.

“I’m just worried…” Kun answered before stepping out onto the street and heading downtown where Jeong-Jeong had told him most of the kids hung out. Sokka, Katara, and Aang all trailed behind him.

It wasn’t long before they found a group of kids, sitting on stairs in front of dirty houses and leaning on walls covered with graffiti. There were about five of them, varying from ages sixteen to nineteen. They were dressed simply in torn and dirty clothing, and almost all of them held a cigarette in their hands. They looked up as Kun approached, but other than that, none of them paid much attention to him. That is, until Kun stopped in front of them and opened his mouth to speak.

“We’ll make it easy for you, officer.” A tall girl, sitting on the top of the stairs spoke up. She was dressed in a plain white shirt and jeans, both dirty and torn. Half of her long hair was pulled up in a bun, while the other half was hanging loose, reaching to her waist. She looked about eighteen.

The girl glanced at Kun’s badge, which read D.A.R.E officer on it. “We don’t need your preachin’. We’ll do what we want and be glad we ain’t doin’ any more.”

The other kids snickered at that, but kept quiet.

The girl swiftly stood, straightening to her full height and jumping down from the stairs. She was at least a head and a half taller than Kun. “You must be new though.” She said as she looked Kun over and then glanced behind him at the three kids who were watching with wide eyes.

Kun nodded a little. “Yes, I am.”

“Good. Then keep outta my way, and we’ll be fine.”

Kun stiffened. “Excuse me? Are you threatening me—“

One of the kids with spiky black hair and looked to be about the same age as the girl, answered this time. “Maybe she is, maybe she isn’t. So whatchya gonna do ‘bout it?”

The girl spoke up again, a smirk on her face. “Let me tell you somethin’. We don’t listen to no one. ‘Specially not outsiders who think they can waltz in here and start preachin’ about some fucked up stuff. We don’t and won’t listen, ya hear? We’ll only listen to whatever Zuko’ll tell us. But that’s it. So go back wherever you fuckin’ came from!!”

The others cheered and hooted as the girl made a threatening step towards Kun, who lowered his hand to his belt, in case he needed a weapon or something to defend himself, when a sudden voice spoke up from the left side of them.

“Making threats again, Jun?”

All of them looked towards the voice to see a sixteen year old boy standing a little further away from them with his hands in his pockets. He had astonishing amber eyes and very pale white skin. His black hair was pulled back into a ponytail that reached to his shoulder blades. He wore loose baggy black pants, ragged sports shoes, a baggy black jacket that was unzipped to show a white t-shirt underneath which read Fuck Off in dark black letters. He had a small smile on his face.

The girl, Jun, took a stepped back and crossed her arms. “Just warnin’ them.”

The boy chuckled, shaking his head. “Leave ‘em alone.”

Jun raised an eyebrow. “Why, they’re with you?”

“Yeah, they are.” The boy answered smoothly. Jun frowned, not really believing him, but let it slide. She shrugged. “Fine. I’m off.”

Then, turning on her heels, she strode off in the opposite direction.

The small group hesitated, and then they left as well without another word. Once they were gone, the boy looked at Kun and the three. “You’re new here, aren’t you?”

Kun nodded once, not really sure what to make of the boy. The boy didn’t seem to notice. “Well, that was Jun. She’s probably one of the toughest people out here. She won’t let any one tell her what to do, and she doesn’t like it when people try to control her. It’s best to get on her good side, but that’s really hard since she doesn’t let anyone get onto her good side.” The boy paused here before a small smirk showed briefly on his face. “I was one of the few lucky ones. The other lucky one is Jet, you know, that spiky black haired kid? He’s the other one of the toughest out here. Beware of them both.”

Kun, meanwhile, seemed to relax a little as he realized the kid meant no harm. “Thank you for the information.” He politely responded, before smiling a little. “I am Kun Jiang, and these are my children, Sokka, Katara, and Aang.” He pointed to each of them, omitting the fact that Aang wasn’t really his child. Aang grinned and waved happily to the boy who nodded back. Kun looked at the boy again. “I am sorry, but I do not think I know who you are…”

The boy looked a little embarrassed at that, hesitating a bit. He finally answered. “My name is Zuko Zhi.”

Everyone’s eyes widened at that, but the boy didn’t notice because right then, a yell came from the other side of the street.

“ZUKO!!!!”

Momentarily distracted, everyone, including Zuko, glanced over to see a girl waving to him. She wore a similar outfit as Zuko was, only that her shirt was pink and said Wild Child on it. Her hair was down and reached to her waist. There was heavy mascara on her face: her face was powdered a ghost white, her lips black, her eyelashes painted heavily black as well, while her eyelids were painted a dark blue. She was waving to Zuko, and once she saw she had his attention, she hinted to a small pink watch on her wrist. Zuko seemed to understand and he nodded back to her, before looking back at the four.

“That’s my sister, Zula.” He quickly said, before checking his own watch. “Sorry, I have to go. If you have any trouble with Jun or anyone else, just tell them you’re with me.”

Kun opened his mouth to thank him, but Zuko was no longer listening as he stepped onto the busy street and ran quickly across to the girl, and they both took off running down the sidewalk before finally turning a corner and disappearing from view.

&

A few days later, Kun opened his door, when it rang unexpectedly, to the amber-eyed boy standing there, along with the girl with heavy mascara on. Both were wearing the same thing they had when they had first met them.

The girl smiled at them broadly, while the boy had a faint smile on his face.

Kun nodded hesitantly to them, Jeong-Jeong’s warning still fresh in his mind. “Hello.”

The boy nodded once as a greeting. “Hey. Remember me?” He paused, before continuing when Kun nodded. “Anyways, me and my sister, Zula, just wanted to check on how you and your family were doing.”

Kun allowed a small smile on his face. “Thank you. But…how did you know where we live, if you do not mind me asking?”

Zuko shrugged. “We figured you would have enough sense not to settle in the city itself. So we figured, why not this neighborhood? It had just been built. And you’re practically the first ones to move here, so it wasn’t hard.”

Kun suddenly remembered his manners and quickly stepped aside, hinting for them to come in. “Please, do come in.”

Zuko and Zula glanced at each other before stepping inside hesitantly, murmuring thank you’s.

Kun shut the door behind them, before politely asking that they remove their shoes, which the two did silently and then just stood there, unsure of what to do.

Kun hinted for them to go further inside, before finally leading them down the hallway from the front door and turning left, entering the kitchen/dining room.

They had already finished furnishing everything, but some minor things, like plates and cups and silverware were still in the process of being unpacked.

An old woman was standing near one of the boxes and was carefully unwrapping some plates. She looked up as they entered, before looking the two visitors over, a kind smile on her face. Her gaze lingered on Zuko’s shirt for a second, but she said nothing.

“This is Kanna, my mother.” Kun explained. Both teens bowed their heads in respect at her. “We usually call her Gran-Gran.”

“I am Zuko Zhi.” Zuko introduced himself to her. Zula shifted a little, before she introduced herself as well. “And I am Zula Zhi.” Her voice was clear, but soft.

Gran-Gran bowed to them as well, as it was customary. She had raised an eyebrow when she heard the name Zhi but had said nothing.

“Please, sit.” She finally said, hinting to the table, which was cleared of all boxes and wrapping paper. “I am sorry. Our house is a mess.—“

Zula waved her hand. “It’s all right, ma’am. You just moved here. Unpacking takes time.”

Gran-Gran smiled a little at the formality. “No need to be so formal, young lady. Call me Gran-Gran…” She paused, studying them a little. “Or Kanna, if you wish.”

Zula nodded apologetically. “Sorry, Mrs. Kanna.”

Zuko, meanwhile, had sat down in a vacant chair, and now looked around the kitchen. “Wow. I heard that this new neighborhood had some nice houses, but I didn’t imagine them to be this nice!”

“Thank you.” Kun answered, before sitting down as well in a chair across from Zuko. Zula sat down beside her brother.

“So, do you like it here?” Zuko asked, looking back at Kun.

Kun nodded. “Yes, yes we do. This is a nice neighborhood.”

“And the city?” Zula asked gently.

Just then, a crash was heard and two kids came hurling down the stairs that were placed just outside of the kitchen, towards the side. A small, bald kid hurled down them, laughing insanely, holding a cd in his hand. The other was an older teen with a weird hairstyle, rushing after the other with an angry expression on his face and was yelling at the top of his lungs. “AANG!!! GIVE ME BACK MY CD!!!!”

The other giggled, before rushing into the kitchen and stopping abruptly when he caught sight of Zuko and Zula. The other, however, crashed into the boy and they both sprawled onto the ground.

A girl appeared at the top of the stairs and quickly rushed down, an amused expression on her face. “What did you do now, Aa—Oh!!” She caught sight of the two teens and blushed a little from embarrassment.

Gran-Gran looked at them disapprovingly. “Really, Sokka, Aang, Katara!!! We have guests!!”

Both boys scrambled up, looking embarrassed. They bowed a little at the two teens, who bowed their heads a little in reply.

Zuko immediately recognized them to be the kids that had been with Kun just a few days ago. “Nice to meet you.” He said, before looking back at Kun, who had cleared his throat and was speaking again, but was still looking disapprovingly at his children.

“I have not seen much of the city yet, so I cannot say much…But it seems nice.”

Zula chuckled a little. “Are you just saying that? Don’t worry, we won’t take offense. We’ve lived here our whole lives and we know the good and bad about here.”

Kun chuckle a little as well. “Yes, perhaps I am just saying that, but I do not like making assumptions about things before I know both the good and bad.”

“That’s wise.” Zuko remarked, before turning serious. “Okay, we need to tell you the real reason we’re here. It’s not just to check up on you and your family, but to warn you as well. Listen close.” Zuko leaned forward as if he was going to tell some deep, dark secret.

Sokka, Aang, and Katara, by now had taken seats beside their father and were listening as well. Gran-Gran was still standing, but she had stopped unwrapping the plates and was listening.

“You might’ve heard from Officer Jeong-Jeong, but this city isn’t as bad as its reputation is.” Zuko paused. “It’s worse. The streets are filled with the homeless and the starving and nobody cares. And that group of kids you met a few days ago? There’s more of them. Much more. This city’s death toll is humongous compared with any other city. Why? Because this city is the home of the greatest Black Market trade in the whole entire nation, that’s why.”

Everyone’s eyes widened at that and Kun sucked in his breath.

Zula continued for her brother. “The Black Market, as you must know, deals with drugs and stolen things and all that. Ours specializes in drugs, especially in liquor.” Here, she paused and let her brother take over for her.

“Have you heard of Dragon Fire?” Zuko asked them.

Kun nodded slowly. “I have heard some rumors about it…it is said to be a very strong alcoholic drink. It was made illegal about fifty years ago.”

“Right.” Zuko affirmed. “But it’s not just any strong alcoholic drink. It’s the strongest one there is. To the untrained drinker, one bottle is enough to completely make him drunk.”

Kun slowly shook his head, looking non-too-pleased. “And is that what this Black Market trades?”

Both teens nodded. “It is rumored that the so-called Firelord is in charge of it all. But no one knows for sure.”

“Are the police doing anything about it?” Sokka piped up, his eyes wide.

Both teens laughed at that. “The police? Oh, they don’t do anything. They say they do, but they don’t. Most likely they are involved in it as well. Oh, there are some respectable ones, like Officer Jeong-Jeong and his division, but sadly, they are very rare and almost powerless.” Zula finished. “That’s why most of the kids here are on drugs and stuff.”

”I’ve managed to keep most of them away from most drugs, but I can’t keep doing it forever.” Zuko added, then he glanced at Kun in a sort of questioning way.

“Tell, me, Officer Kun. What do you think of abuse?”

Kun snapped his head up in surprise at the sudden shift in conversation. “Excuse me?”

“What do you think of child-abuse?” Zuko specified.

Kun scratched his head. “Why do you ask?”

Zuko shrugged. “Please answer mine before I answer yours.”

“Well, I have not dealt with any abuse cases…and frankly I don’t intend to. Drugs are bad enough. I prefer to leave those cases to other officers who know how to deal with that.”

Both teen’s smiles seemed to waver a little, but they went unnoticed.

“I see.” Zuko said. “I just wished to know.” He paused before standing up, Zula quickly stood as well. “We must really go. Oh, and please do not tell anyone what we have told you.”

Kun stood and nodded. “Thank you for telling me, and do not worry, we shan’t tell a soul.”

Both teens bowed their heads, while murmuring thank yous. They turned to leave when Zuko stopped. He looked at Kun for a few seconds before suddenly smiling eerily. “There is much more going on around here than you realize, Officer. After all, life is just another masquerade.”

&

“So, what did you think of them?” Kun asked Gran-Gran, who had busied herself with unwrapping things again. The teens had just left.

“They are very nice and polite.” Gran-Gran answered. “But they could use a change of clothes. They look horrible in them. Do their parents not care what those two go out in?”

Kun chuckled. They were alone in the kitchen. They had sent the three kids up to their rooms so that they could talk alone.

He sighed. “I think I am starting to regret moving here…everything seems so complicated…”

Gran-Gran put down the plate she was holding and turned to look at her son. “Now, now. If we keep running from every challenge we face, we’d never get anywhere now would we?”

Kun had to chuckle again. “No, we would not. But this whole city seems to be a mess of trouble and—“

Gran-Gran tisked. “You agreed to come down here, knowing that this city was bad. So what if it is a little worse? Don’t let that scare you away. Those two children are doing a lot, by what I’ve heard, but they need help. You came down here to help, and now don’t go running away because this city turns out to be a little different. Give this place a chance to unfold. Who knows? Maybe we’ll end up doing some real good in the end…”

Kun smiled. “I hope so. I really hope so…”

&

They were walking silently side-by-side on the busy sidewalk. She glanced questioningly at him, but said nothing, reverting her gaze back to the concrete pathway.

After a few moments she finally burst, asking the burning question she had so wanted to ask ever since they had left. “Do you think it was wise to tell them?”

Zuko sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets, his head hanging low and his shoulders slumped. “I don’t know. I really don’t know.”

There was a silence between them, before Zuko spoke up. “At least Dad’ll be happy.”

Zula glanced at him, her hands in her pockets as well, and her body posture mimicking his.

“They are a really nice family, really. But they won’t help us.” Zuko continued before smirking sadly. “One more to add to the list.”

Zula said nothing, only looked away. They were nearing the other side of the city now, the houses were thinning and the crowded streets were becoming less crowded. In front of them, still a distance away, now loomed an ancient, dark but huge, two story house.

Zula sighed when she caught sight of the black Neon in front of the driveway. “Great. Dad’s home.”

Zuko frowned but said nothing. He unlocked the front door and pushed it open before allowing his sister in first then following, shutting the door behind him. He began to lock it tightly, when a harsh voice sounded from the shadows of the hallway that loomed in front of them.

“Late, again.”

Both of them flinched.

“What did I tell you just yesterday?”

“We were just—“ Zula started to explain, when the voice interrupted her.

“I said—“

“You told us not to be late again.” Zuko quickly said, sensing danger.

There was an uneasy silence and Zuko began to wonder whether he said the right thing at all, when a tall, muscular man stepped out from the shadows. His long black hair was hanging loosely, reaching down past his shoulders, his face and body tanned. He had a cold and stern face, his heartless black eyes glaring down at his children and demanding authority. There was an ugly scar on his right eye. He towered over his children, whom stared up at him silently, their eyes betraying their fear.

“And what pathetic excuse do you bring with you now?” He snapped impatiently, his eyes traveling from one child to the other slowly.

Zuko gulped. “We went down to Officer K—err, Officer Jiang’s family…to check up on him…”

Ozai’s smirk grew as he listened. Then, before Zuko could react, Ozai had shoved him onto the wall and was pinning him rather painfully to it. “And? What did you tell that vermin?” He hissed, the dangerous smile still playing on his face. “Do tell.”

“Nothing!!” Zula jumped to her brother’s defense, but shied away when Ozai fixed his gaze upon her. “Nothing…he doesn’t deal with any child-abuse. He prefers to keep away from such things.” She whispered, looking at her shoes.

Ozai suddenly laughed. It was sharp and cruel, making shivers run down their spines. “So you did ask, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” Zuko muttered, looking away before wincing when Ozai raised his hand and slapped him harshly across the face.

“Never look away when answering me, you hear, you piece of shit?”

Zuko forced himself to look up at his father. “Yes, Dad.” He answered quietly.

Ozai snorted as he let him go. “Up. To your rooms. Don’t let me see you again until morning.”

Neither child said a word as they hurriedly scrambled up the stairs and out of sight.

&

“You okay?” Zula whispered as they walked down the hallway to their rooms, calmly now since they realized Ozai hadn’t followed them.

“Yeah.” Zuko whispered back, holding his cheek. Ozai was a Martial Arts Master so even his slaps were hard and painful.

“Niece? Nephew?”

Both teens whirled around and smiled at the short old man with a tired expression on his face before them. “Uncle Iroh.” They greeted quietly.

Iroh smiled half-heartedly at them, before frowning when he saw Zuko holding his cheek. He sighed. “Late again?”

Both nodded. Iroh quickly pushed two small cereal bars in their hands before winking. “I doubt you had dinner already.”

“Thanks Uncle.” Both chorused quietly, afraid their father would hear. Iroh smiled at them before glancing wearily at the stairs. “Go, before my brother comes…”

“’Night.” Both chorused again, scurrying down the hallway.

&

Zuko silently closed his door, once again cursing that he couldn’t lock it. All doors save for the ones that led to the bathrooms, could only be locked on the outside. Their father had made sure of that.

He made his way over to his bed and knelt beside it, before reaching under it and pulling out a small mp3 player. It was very old, mostly held together with tape, and could only hold a few songs, but it was fine. He had spent two years saving up for it and was very happy he had it at all. After all, music was what he could identify himself with the most and gave him the reassurance that he, his sister, and uncle weren’t all alone in this.

Turning it on, he scrolled down until he found the perfect song and pushed play. The music started up almost immediately. Simple Plan, Welcome to my life.

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you

He slowly slipped off the black baggy jacket that he always wore. No one ever saw him without it.

Do you ever want to run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming

He smiled a little as he turned the volume up a little, knowing that no one else would hear the song but him. He thanked whoever invented headphones for that.

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

He glanced down at his arms accidentally once. And his gaze froze there. His arms were covered in fading scars and burns. The spots that had no scars had bruises instead. He smiled sadly. No wonder he wore a jacket all the time.

To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

He smiled a little as he grasped his shirt, hesitating a little in taking it off. He knew he was being stupid; no one was around. But he was so used to always shielding his body from others…so that they never could know the truth. That his whole entire body was black and blue. His normally pale skin was covered with numerous bruises and fading scars. He hissed as he finally peeled away the shirt that was too small for him now.

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more?
Before your life is over?

Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

He quickly took off the rest of his clothes before slipping on a pair of torn pants and a shirt that had more holes in it than cloth. Then, he plopped down onto his bed, turning the volume on a little louder as he closed his eyes and hummed along. He knew his sister would be taking off all her mascara off. She hated mascara, but she had to wear it in order to hide all the bruises on her face. Both of them hid the best way they could. Not that it mattered. No one cared.

To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

He fought back tears as he thought that. He knew it was true, but he couldn’t help but want to believe, to hope, that somewhere out there someone cared. He sighed as he focused instead on the song, knowing that that was just a small dream that’ll never come true.

No one ever lied straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy
But I'm not gonna be ok
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work
It was always there
You don't know what it's like
What it's like

To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life.

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Right that is it so far. I will update soon. Starsoul out.
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