Shattered(Triggering)

(This is a sort off High School, so enjoy. Character suggestion are welcome)

What do you see when you look at me? Be honest, please, I won't be mad. Most people tell me they see a and I quote "A Ugly Emo freak". Which at first I didn't agree with them, but now I'm just filled with self loathing. My Mum calls it "Low self-esteem" and my Dad well, I wish Dad could tell me what he thinks. I never got over what he did to us. Now wait, you're wondering why I'm telling you this? You don't even know who I am. Not even my name. Lets me tell you that then, shall I?

My name is Naigsa. Yes, my parents named me that, I can't explain why. Let me see, what do you need to know. Ah, I'm sixteen years old, have dark purple hair and very muddy shade of yellow in my eyes. I never, ever wear short sleeves or shorts. If you continue with this story, you'll see why. Now away from the boring stuff they call personal information and go to the good stuff. On to school!!!

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"Sweety! Time for school!" I sigh and roll out of the bed. Time for the thing they call "High School". Like usual, I throw the school uniform on. Really plain thing, kinda looks like this(thishttps://2img.net/h/i44.photobucket.com/albums/f5/pinktagpopcorn/Anime/_school_girl__.jpg). I rush my breakfast as fast as I can. Rushing out of the door I hear my Mum yell "Have a good day at school sweety." I ignore it, because I for sure will not have a good day at school.

I arrive at my school, half out of breath. The building looked like a block f office buildings, nothing too special. When I first got here, I thought I went to wrong place, but from the crowd f kids that day, I knew I wasn't. Shaking myself mentally, I walk into the building, head lowered. Getting through the plain and narrow halls was easy, if I avoid 'them'.

Fiddling with the lock, eventually, the click and I get buried under my books. I sigh and get up. Picking up the books, I was about to place them in the locker when I feel my head against the frame of the locker. Collapsing onto the ground, I hear ‘him‘ laughing. "Bitch! I thought I told you not to be at my locker ever again!" I cry out in pain and feel his foot connect with my foot. First time this happened, I cried for hours. Now I just absorb the pain, trying to get even more blows. Another laugh from the 'him' and he left. Touching my face, I feel the blood slowly pouring from my nose.

"Naigsa? What happened?" It was my best and only friend, Katsura. She knew about 'him' but I always tell her that I'm fine. Of course that's a lie but Katsura is gullible. Helping me up, she puts my books into my locker. "Come on Naigsa, lets go to class." I nod and look at the ground. Hell just started.

If I think about it, History is my favorite class. Mr. Jones was a very nice and good teacher, Katsura sat next to me, and best of all. No bullies.

I walk into the class as Katsura goes on about her latest obsession. I always just nod or say "cool" at the right moments. I used to listen to her but now, it would be too much. Slamming myself into the desk I talk with Katsura a while unti, Mr.Jones ask for silence.

Looking up, I start to write my notes to the chapter we are covering. Russian Revolution, which unlike most of the class, find to be the best topic we had covered so far.

When we finished he let us work on homework but today he told us about a project. "Okay Class" He started as we all glared at him. "The project you will be doing is a paper on what if you and your friends would be involved in any of the topics on the list, here" He held up a paper "Class dismissed." He finished and we all left.

I ran out of the classroom, the list Mr.Jones had given us. Most of them were boring, like Battle of Tours. Some were somewhat enjoyable, like the final stand of Berlin in World War II. I trace my fingers across the name but then something catches my eye. At first glance I never seen the event on the list, but now I can see it clear as day.

Columbine. The school shooting that shocked the entire country. Sighing, I run through the hallways. Almost at my class, I feel someone jank on my hair. I yelp as I fall onto my butt. Looking up on my attack I see 'him'. Before he could do anything I hear a voice cry out "Drew! Get the hell away from her!"

I knew that voice, Courtney's voice. I had mixed feelings about her. She in my eyes was very bipolar. First she would yell at 'him', the next she is making out with him. 'He' smiles and walks off, Courtney in his arms. I rub my head and enter my next class which passes by. I only was stuck in my mind was Columbine. "That would never happen.." I said to reasure myself. It will never happen again, right?

I sit in my desk, writing characters down for the story I was to write for History. The list of characters in front of me. I sigh and scribble down the names of people I know....

Drew-Victim

Katsura-Survivor

Courtney-Would-be-hero

Me-

I sigh and stuff the list away. This will be hard to do. (Short sorry)

I somehow got my mind of the project at the end of the 6th period. Now was lunch and this is always an interesting story. I hurry down the hall, so that no one would stop me. I thought I'm in the clear when I just have time to dodge a locker that opened out of no where.

I sigh and was about to walk on when, BANG! Blood splashes on the lockers, my blood. Drew stood over me, slowly his mouth turning into a grin.

"Stupid Emo" He smirked as his foot connected with my head.

He bends down and cuffs his hand on my cheek. I whimper but he places his hand on my mouth.

"Shhhh." And without another word, his fist connects with my battered face, making everything around me go dark.

The next thing I know that I'm in someones arms. My eyes open a small amount to see, wait, am I imaging things? Drew? I couldn't take it anymore, and everything went dark again.

The next time I reach consciousness, I'm in a dark room. I can hear someone moving around me. I open my eyes and see Drew pacing in front of me. I felt pain on every spot on my body and I give off a moan.

Drew stares at me, focused on something I can't see. He was muttering something but the noticed that I was awake.

He sinks on his knees, looking into my eyes. "Naigsa. If you tell anyone what I did to you, I will kill you." And without another word he left.

Now I knew what he focused on when he still thought that I was unconscious. I raise my head to see blood where my pants should have been. I cast aside my gaze and see my jeans over a broom.

Drew Jones had raped me.

I didn't tell anyone what happened in school. I knew him since kindergarten. He always tormented me and he was a boy who never lied, ever.

I sat at my desk, drawing on the pad I wanted to start my project. My pencil sketched a girl with a gun in her hand and blood trickling from her right hand.

The girl on the picture had a frown on her face. Another person was there. A boy, holding his chest, where clearly blood flows from.

I jump as someone knocks on my door. Turing I see a person I never expected to see.n

My mother's best friend son, Kellin Quinn. I jump up and embrace the boy that I missed all my life.

"Naigsa, I'm sorry..." I didn't care about his apology. He is here and I'm happy.

"It's fine....Kellin, you are here...." Without thinking, I place my lips on his. Slowly closing my eyes, I feel him kissing back.

As I pull away, I feel his hand cuffing my cheek. Looking in the man I'm in love with, Kellin stroked my hair. Resting my head on his chest, I feel him picking me off the ground.

I look into his eyes, dreamy as they are. When he set me down on the bed he instantly lays down next to me.

Still tired, I rest my head in his arm.I moan blissfully as he strokes my cheek. I missed him so much and I wish I could go on tour with him.

I fell him kiss my cheek as I slowly drift off in his arms.

"Love you Naigsa..." I hear him whisper. I smile and reply softly before I fall asleep, "Love you, Firefly."

Naigsa's Mom Point of view

Ever since I heard the news of my best friend moving across from our home made me want to freak. We have been friends like the first day we met.

We grown very close, and both of us were shipping for Naigsa and Kellin. James, Mel's husband told both of us that we are thinking too far ahead.

I was talking with Mel when we decided to go out for dinner. So I was about to ask the kids when I walk in on something Mel and I wanted to see. Kellin and Naigsa together, and not just as friends, more.

They were both sleeping, Naigsa resting her head on Kellin's steadily rising chest while he had his long but thin arms wrapped around the curves of my daughter's body. I smiled a little as I saw Kellin's rough large hand wrapped around Naigsa's small, soft hand. They seemed to complete another, at least it seems so.

I sneak out of the room, wide grin on my face. As I arrive in the kitchen, Mel gives me a questioning look.

"Why are you so happy, Isabel? Won the lottery? Meet Mr.Right?" She snickers a little as I my grin stretches even wider.

Taking a deep breath I just reply with a cool expression "Better, Naigsa and Kellin seem to be in love with another."

"Shut up!" Melanie exclaims, looking surprised and happy at the same time.

I was about to drag her to Naigsa's but Melanie was already sprinting up to my daughter's room. I follow her, smile on my face.

"They are prefect for each other.." She whispered, looking into the small bedroom.

I follow her gaze, just hearing Naigsa mutter in her sleep "Love...you.....Kellin....."

I smile and mutter "Just prefect"

-Pierce the Veil


I wake up before Naigsa, how can I tell? Well first of all, Naigsa was curled up in me, breathing slowly. Secondly, I could hear my Mom rushing out of the room when she saw me opening my eyes.

Staring at Naigsa, I run my hand along her cheek.I was about to wake her up when I notice something. Seeing little read marks on her wrist. I slowly pull her left arm that dangled limp in my hand.

I slowly pull the sleeve back, staring at the scares she was hiding under her sleeves. They were like perfect little lines on her skin. Had she told anyone? More importantly, why?

I feel her stir and I drop her arm. She blinks and looks into my eyes, those yellow eyes sparkling with tears. "Naigsa..." I whisper, touching her cheek softly. She just whimpers softly and pulls the sleeve over her scares.

She had grown up the wrong way. The way no one should grow up as. This girl had suffered, had experienced pain, hurt, and anxiety. This girl is different from the the girl I knew since childhood. This girl, the girl I love, this girl is dead inside.

Naigsa gives me a sad look and finally said with a soft voice "Kellin, I have a favor to ask of you....."

And just like that, Naigsa asked me to kill her.

"COME CATCH ME, KELLIN!"Naigsa laughs as she yells at me, who was trotting behind behind her. I watch her long hair, that was dyed bright blue, bounce as she runs through the water. Little sprays of water fly around, touching my skin.

Smiling, I yell after her "I'll catch you, Naigsa!"

Naigsa just laughs and starts splashing me with water. The salt water burns a little but I really don't care. I splash with a wave like motion and lung myself at her. Naigsa giggles as I matter-of-factually tackle hug her.

She pretends to struggle a little but then she wraps her arm around me. I smile and kiss her on the nose. Carrying her to the spot we had our towels. I place her on the the blanket and she giggles a little more.

I sit down next to her and start brushing her shoulder. Naigsa gives me a big smile and curls up into me. I brush her hair when she slowly closes her eyes. Giving a collective sigh, I kiss her on the forehead.

"Kellin.." She says, eyes barely open. "You know that I will do anything for you....but will you do anything for me...?"

I give her a confused look but I cuff my hand against her soft cheek.

"Course I will, Love."

The weekend flew by with Kellin and I getting closer to another. Wetalked a lot, but he never mentioned the favor I ask of him and I didn't feel the need to bring it up again. The thing I missed about him was that he was so understanding. Katsura is a good person to talk to but she is not like Kellin.


I walk through the hallways, holding on to Kellin's hand like a lifeline. People stare at me but I just hold my gaze on my my hand that was linked with Kellin's hand. I try to listen to his calm voice.

"Hey slut!" I hear a voice yell after us.

I feel Kellin turn around and I lift my gaze to see Drew and Kellin staring another down. Oh god no, this will be bad, very bad. From the look on Drew's face, I know he will tell Kellin what he did.

"How can you be dating that emo freak? Are you retarded or something?" I see Kellin's other hand form a fist.

Instinctively, I place my hand on his shoulder.He turns around and just nods. Without a second glance, we walk off. Kellin glances down at me and asked cautiously "You okay, Love?"

I nod and release his hand just to wrap my arms around his neck. I give him a small smile and stare into those ocean blue eyes. Pulling myself closer to him, I start kissing him.

I feel his soft lips return my kisses. Stopping, I rest my head on his shoulder while he pulls me closer to him. I feel warm near him. He puts his hand on my chin and stares into my eyes.

"Naigsa, I will do you the favor..."

Naigsa has been growing distant, she has been caring less and less about herself, eating less and less, and the thing that worried me the most, she is having less and less energy.

I have been talking with Mel about my daughter's behavior and she is as worried as me. According to Mel, Kellin has been acting strangely too. Mel told me that she heard him crying and pleading to Naigsa who was there at the time. She didn't really hear why and didn't want to ease drop on them.

"Naigsa...She's my only daughter. If something happens to her....I" Mel sighs and embraces me. That's one plus with the friendship with Melanie. She is there for people, like the day Naigsa's Dad deserted me, still being high pregnant.

Even now, she was there for me. She never asked for anything too. I take a sip from my coffee and give Melanie a smile. Mel hugs me one more time before making herself a cup of tea. "I don't know how you can drink that Mel." I grin a little and was about to take another sip of my cup when Melanie's phone rings.

She strides over to the phone and answers it cheerfully. She hangs up and says in a more cheerful voice then a while ago,

"Oh James got us tickets for a cruise. Yes, all of us. He said that you and Naigsa especially need time to relax".

I smile and thank her. Maybe that is what my daughter and I needed.

The girl was sulking into the boys shoulder and the boy just held her close to his strong chest. She pulls away and stares into the boy's eyes. They look into each others eyes , hers full of tears. "I love you" she muttered to him. Then there was a shot.

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(Kellin's Mom Point of view)
The phone blares loudly at 3 A.M. Still wrapped around my husband, I pick up the phone. "Am I speaking to the mother of Kellin Quinn?" A young female voice asked. I answer with yes and I gasp in shock as the woman explains that Kellin was delivered unconscious with a girl his same age. I hang up and change. What had happened? Why was my son hurt? Was Naigsa, who's like my own daughter, was the girl delivered in with him?

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I pace the ER, hopping that my son will be okay. I found out that the girl he got delivered with him was indeed Naigsa. I haven't see Isabella yet but I'm sure Naigsa is fine. James, a ER surgeon and my husband, came rushing out of the ER's door. He had watched his fellow Doctors try save his son and successfully keep him alive.

"H-how did this happen, James?" I asked shaking like I was standing in the cold with no clothes on. He opened his mouth to speak "They found them near the beach. That's what they told me." I sigh and ask if he has seen Isabella. Thinking for a while, he told me he saw her in the cafeteria of the hospital. I nod and rush over to the place I was told my best friend sat alone.


Skidding around the corner, I see Isabella staring blankly at her coffee. Sliding in the seat I front of her, I give her a small smile as a greeting. I look a her and ask "Is Naigsa hurt too?" She shuck her head. "Oh thank go-" Isabella looks at my and says numbly "Naigsa is dead."

Best fan-fic.

10/10

That was amazing but pretty dark... Though good job.