Here I am with another story.

Disclaimer: I fully own this story, but not iPod or any other band names like Breaking Benjamin.

Chapter One

Do it.

I tried to ignore it. I just couldn’t, though.

You can’t fight forever.

I swear I despised that voice. The voice that plague my mind ever since that day. Ever since I saw it happen.

-Flashback-

A small laugh asked my mother’s lips as the older man straddled her hips. I was pretending to be asleep, so I saw everything that was happening. I was used to it, though. A new man every night, with me in the same bed.

Our family, which was composed of me and my mother – my father died when I was but 6 months old -, had only so much money. We had just enough to get by with life. We lived in a run down apartment which had a living room and a kitchen. My mother and I slept in the retractable couch, and often as always joined by a man.

That night was no different. Or so I thought.

My usual routine: fake being asleep and don’t move or make any sounds.

I heard nothing unusual about that night, until I had almost fallen asleep after the bed stopped moving and squeaking. I had subconsciously rolled over so I was facing my nude mother and the nude man sharing the same bed. What I saw, stunned and frightened me.

A man stood over us, a gun in hand. He stared down at the two sound asleep adults with pity. The stranger wore nothing but black. No mask, I didn’t recognize the man.

He raised his gun and pointed at the man first.

The shot resounded through out the apartment and probably even through the whole apartment. As you would have thought, it woke my mother up, but it stunned me even more.

My mother screamed in fear. Though, she must’ve realized who it was because I heard her whisper the name Michael before she was shot through the head.

I placed my hand over my mouth to prevent a scream to escape.

The murderer turned to face me, and his expression softened.

“She won’t do that ever again, Anastasia.” He whispered softly, placing a hand on my forehead. His voice was oddly familiar, though I couldn’t place it until he had left the apartment.

“Father…”

-End Flashback-

That was but a mere five years ago, when I was 11. Now, I’m 16.

What a wonderful dream that was.

I growled quietly, intent of ignoring the voice as best I could. My finger circled the pad on my iPod, turning the volume up, drowning the voice in my mind.

Five years I had lived with this agonizing voice that infected all my thoughts. The lyrics of the songs filled my ears, their dark meanings making me smile.

You could say I went goth or emo, but I didn’t cut. I would never cut. I just dressed like it and listened to their music. I loved their music. It was heaven to my hell beaten mind.

I sat under a tree in my school yard. It was the lunch hour and everyone was enjoying the weather while it lasted. The school I went to was a private boarding school, so yes, that meant uniforms. My guardians didn’t want to have to raise me themselves so they sent me off. I must say it’s not half bad. Even though most of the guys want me in their bed, and they keep asking me, though my answer is always no.

I have dark brown hair which was lightly curled, and it cascaded over my shoulders and down my back. Light blue eyes peaked out from under long eyelashes. I was toned to the regular athlete but my attitude did not match the ones jock’s have.

You could say I was blessed with good looks. I just find it a coincidence.

I stood from under the tree and walked back towards the school, intent of finding one of my best guy friends.

Searching for the flash of bright red hair, I bumped into someone.

“Sorry…” I mumbled, turning around the mass of muscle. I didn’t bother looking up to see who it was.

“It’s fine.” A man’s voice answered. I could hear the smile in his voice.

Oh? Is that a new voice I hear?

Shut up.

I turned slowly and was stunned by the beauty of the man. He had light brown hair kept short to the top of his ears. I could see green eyes peaking through the black rimmed glasses he wore on his nose.

“Hi…” I said quietly.

I like him.

“Hey yourself.” He answered, picking up my iPod which I just noticed I had dropped. He looked at the song that was playing and laughed. “You listen to Breaking Benjamin?”

“Hell yeah, and if you have a problem with that, screw you.” Ah yes. I’m the outgoing one. I don’t care about first impressions.

“I like them. Hell, I love them.” I distinguished a faint English accent. Smiling, I took my iPod out of his hands.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

“That’s because I just transferred from-”

“Ah, Mr. Delacroix. I see you made a friend.” Hearing the principle’s voice, I tried to run away but the pleading look in my companion’s eyes begged me to stay. It was clear that he didn’t like the head master either.

“Hello, Sir.” I greeted. Might as well be nice for a few seconds.

“Miss Anastasia.” He didn’t bother with my last name, as it is hard to articulate. I won’t go out of my way to tell you what it is, because you won’t be able to say it either. “Anastasia, if you would please show this man here around the school, I would greatly appreciate it.” And he left with out giving me a chance to answer.

I growled, pissed off.

This is your chance, you can kill the new guy!

Where the hell do you get these ideas from?

I don’t know… He’s talking to you.

For once in my life, the voice let me be.

“Sorry, I zoned out, what did you say?” I asked as politely as possible.

“I said: Thank you for staying, I could see you two aren’t the best of friends.” He laughed quietly under his breath.

“You owe me big time.”

I turned around and started to walk in a general direction of…nowhere.

“So, where are we going.” He kept up to my pace easily.

“No idea.”

“Anastasia… What a beautiful name.”

“Might I inquire to what is your name?”

“David but most call me Dave.”

“Davey it is, then.” I smirked as I pushed open the door leading to the gym. “This is the gym. This school has every sport terrain imaginable. Lacrosse, soccer, hockey, wrestling, martial arts, curling, etc.. My sport is martial arts so you don’t want to catch me on a bad day.”

“As is mine.”

Finally! A sparring buddy!

“Care to be my sparring buddy?” I grinned, agreeing with the voice.

“Love to!”

Yes!

Yes!

“I come down after curfew. I have the head master’s approval. I’m sure he’ll give it to you. He’d say it’ll do me some good.”

“Deal.”

We shook on it to finalize the deal.

A long bell resounded throughout the gigantic gym.

“Ah shit.” I cried, running towards the door. He followed effortlessly behind me.

“What?” He asked once he caught up.

“What do you have next?”

“I remember something like Drama.”

“I have that too. One downside though… It’s across campus.”

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We arrived just as the second bell that signalled the beginning of class ended. The teacher looked up at us and shook his head at me then smiled at Davey.

“Class, we have a new student joining us.” He stated the obvious to the rest of the class seated in the auditorium’s bench rows. “Son,” He turned towards us. “please tell us a little bit about you.”

“Hi,” He glanced at me. “I’m David Delacroix. I moved here a month ago and finished the first term at a normal high school. I got in trouble and got transferred here. I come from England even though I have a French last name.”

“Do you speak French?” The teacher asked.

I tried to motion to him not to say yes, all in vain.

“A little bit, yes.” He nodded.

I groaned as I slapped my forehead.

Sucker!

I am not responsible for any harm that comes to him, mentally.

“Vraiment?” The teacher asked in French.

“Oui, mais je préfère parler en Anglais.” Davey responded in flawless French.

“Alright. Anastasia?” He addressed my retreating form. I had tried to sneak away into a corner but he saw me. I turned and smiled at him.

“Yes, Sir?” I asked politely.

“You will be Mr. Delacroix’s partner for the time being.” I heard most of the girls groan in aggravation.

“Alright.” I looked over at Davey. “Come.”

I stalked off to the back of the rows which our class occupied and sat down in the chair. Davey sat down next to me and looked over.

“So, why were you telling me to say no, instead of yes?” He asked, poking my arm.

“You’ll find out later.” I glared at his hand and turned my attention to the teacher.

My attention was elsewhere as I was having a silent conversation with the voice inside of my head.

I did a little inside scoop on this guy.

Why am I not surprised?

You know me to well. In any case, he was expelled from his school for setting the lab on fire.

Interesting. What else?

He was the local player at his old high school but didn’t do anything when he moved here.

Change of heart?

Maybe. I doubt it though.

I felt nudging on my side.

Hold on, I’m being nudged.

I turned my face so that I could glare at Davey.

“What?” I hissed quietly.

“Teacher guy wants us to improv.”

“Gah. Fine.” I stood and walked up on stage, followed by Davey.

“Now, Anastasia.” The teacher looked at me. “I want you to go slow on Davey.”

“Whatever.”

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As we sat back down, the laughter slowly died down. We just stole today’s class.

Thanks, voice.

No problem, Annie.

Our theme was a seduction of sorts so I seduced Davey, making him think that I actually wanted him…but at the last moment, I slapped him and called him a stingy basterd. Everyone laughed, even Davey who held his cheek.

Just as we sat down, the bell rung, signalling the end of school day for me since I had spare last. I looked over at Davey who was opening his schedule.

“Oh, look at that. Spare.” He said contently.

“Do you have the exact same schedule as me?” I asked, astonished.

“Who knows? What do you guys do for spare around here?”

“When we have a spare last, we either go to our dorms or we go off campus.” I answered, walking out of the auditorium and into the bright sun.

“Sweet. What do you want to do?”

“I’ll show you the dorms. Off campus is better on Fridays.” I pried open the heavy wooden door leading to the girls’ dorms.

“Anastasia?” Davey had stopped and was reading a sign.

“Yeah?”

“Boys aren’t allowed in here.”

“No one abides to that rule.” Just as I said this, a group of guys pushed through us to enter the dorm. Most of the guys waved at me and glared at Davey. The rest kissed me on the cheek.

“You know those guys?” He asked, perplexed.

“Yeah. I’m the resident hottie.” He grinned at me last statement.

“So that’s why they glared at me!”

“It is. Alright. I hate being here. Can we move now?”

“Okay? Where are we going?” He followed me as I headed towards the elevators.

“My room.” I pressed the top button once I walked into the mobile room.

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The doors slid open slowly only to present an empty and quiet hallway. Doors lined the walls and plants filled the empty spaces between those doors. I walked all the way to the back of the hallway, listening to Davey’s footsteps.

“Are you the only one who lives on this floor?” He asked quietly, afraid to break the silence between them.

“I am. It’s my own little penthouse.” I flashed him a smile as I unlocked my door with the keys I had pulled out in the elevator. I turned towards him and smiled shyly. “Don’t mind the mess.”

I pushed the door open and rushed into the room, picking up the underwear and clothes that loitered the floor. I quickly stuffed them in my laundry basket before turning to face Davey who was admiring my decoration job.

The walls were painted a light blue with a darker blue border, my bed cover was black and so were the sheets. Posters hung everywhere in my room where picture frames weren’t. My dresser was a dark cherry red and it resided in the adjoining room. My TV sat in the corner of this room where I could watch it from either my bed or the arm chair in the opposite corner. I went and flopped down on my bed while I watched Davey explore my room.

You think he likes you?

I don’t know.

I could ask the voice inside of his head…

He has a voice too?

He does. Scary, isn’t it.

Very scary… So, have you talked to that voice at all?

Voices could talk to other voices and search peoples minds, for your information.

I have. That’s how I got the background check on him done.

Sweet. So… Converse with his voice then come back to me.

Will do.

I turned my gaze back to Davey who was moving out of the bathroom and towards me.

“Enjoy what you saw?” I asked cockishly.

“Loved it. You made a better job than me to decorate.” He answered, sitting down next to me.

“Of course. I’m a girl, you’re a guy. It all works out.” He rolled his eyes before laying down.

“Why do I feel like I’ve known you my whole life?”

“I feel that way too.”

We smiled at each other before I reached over him to grab the TV remote which was sitting on the night table next to him. I flipped it on and watched CSI: Miami with Davey braiding my long hair.

………………………………………………

Davey pushed the big metal door slowly and peeked inside. He motioned to me to follow and we snuck into the gym quietly. Tonight was the night where I can finally fight someone other than a punching bag. We walked over to the big blue mat placed on the ground. Davey walked to one side, and I walked to the other side. Davey took his shirt off so that he was shirtless and I took off the sports jacket I wore to leave me in a sports bra. I wrapped my hands up in tape before I looked over at Davey who was jumping around, warming up for our fight.

“I’ll go easy on you.” I said simply, winking at him.

“Don’t take pity on me.” He answered. After he said this, we engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

I guess I had met my match. We never hit each other, and we never grew tired. We kept it up for a while until I managed to round-house kick him to the side to the head, he toppled over and landed half on the mat, the rest on the hard wood floor.

“You got me.” He groaned, rubbing his head lightly.

“Let’s call it a night.” I extended my hand to help him up.

“Deal.” He took my hand and pulled himself up.

We picked up our stuff and walked out of the gym. As we neared the fork in the hallways with one side leading to the boys’ dorms and the other to the girls’, Davey turned to me and smiled.

“Thanks for this wonderful first day.” He whispered quietly, hugging me quickly.

“No problem.” I hugged him back before turning away and walking towards the dorm.

You like him, don’t you?

Shut up.

You do. Anyways, he likes you too. Seems it’s love at first sight.

I had an impression he was going to kiss me then and there at the Fork.

He was. But Joel recommended not to.

Joel?

His voice.

Voices has names?

If you actually listened to me, you would know what my name was.

So… What is your name?

Cecilia.

That is such a nice name.

Isn’t it? Anyways, I think you should take a shower.

I owned him back there! He didn’t see that kick coming!

Congratulation.

Cecilia stopped talking as I approached my dorm door. I pushed it open slowly, relishing in the comfortable silence of my room. I threw my jacket and tape to a corner of my dorm, slowly making my way towards the shower.

I pried the sweaty bra off of me and stepped out of my short as soon as the water was running.

He likes you.

Don’t believe me. Though I’ll tell you this. He’s going to be asking you some rather weird questions tomorrow.

Alright. Bye!

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The whole french part is pretty basic, The teacher says: Really? And Davey says: Yes but I prefer to speak in english.

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