I looked back at the two and took a deep breath. "I'm guessing you're wondering where I got these scars, right?" they both nodded toward me. "All I can say is that where I was before I came here, I had to be the strongest one." The coach opened his mouth and asked, "Why did you have to become the strongest one?" I looked at the coach, then I stared at the wall. "I was the oldest one at that place, so I took the role of all the abuse; I also distracted the sentinels from the others." Before I finished my sentence, the nurse shouted out with curiosity, "Sentinel!" She looked at the coach then back at me with frustration in her eyes. As I explained what the sentinels were and what they were doing, I left off the part about the others having powers because I still wanted to keep that from them. I left out that part to ensure I don't overwhelm them because I still need to keep a low profile until I get a better grasp on this new life. The coach helps me out of bed, and we start walking back to my class to ensure I can make it there safely. I was surprised they don't laugh at me, due to the extreme of my story. It's kinda hard not to believe after seeing the aftermath. while walking back to the class the lockers dissolve into the mold of the past. blood appeared dripping from the tile above me, with each drop the best of my heart accelerated. my hands began sweating, I nervously shuffled down the halls. when I arrived at the door to the entrance of the classroom all of the walls went back to normal. once I heard the voice of all the excited students inside.I get to the classroom, pull back the door, and step into my next class. I continued to walk as the teacher continued with her lesson, but I got tripped up by one of the kids in that group. it was awkward seeing that nobody was reacting to my return. even after me returning from a day of experiments I would be greeted by the rats. they way this people treated me was new, it wasn't a bad thing. it felt good knowing that what they were doing led to them smiling. I can't remember the last time I saw the others smile, seeing their faces go from cheering to being dismantled down to an eye twitch. after seeing hundreds to thousands of those faces, my outlook on the world changed. changed for the a simple example, of is life really worth it if this is all you've seen.this is just another thing I have to get customed tooI saw a hand reaching down to help me up, and as I grabbed the hand, his jacket slid back down to his elbow a little bit. I saw a couple of marks on his arm that looked like the ones I had on my back. I got back to my feet. "Mr. Marcus, you may be new here, but I have a job to do, so please take your seat quickly!" yelled the teacher as I rushed to a seat in the middle section. I pulled the chair back and pulled out my notebook to get back on track with the lesson. I placed my pencil inside the space between me and the desk that had an opening. I reached my hand into their place to put the rest of my stuff inside since I didn't need it right at the moment, and as I reached inside the space, I felt a liquid substance inside the gap. I pull my hand back out to see what is inside the gap. I look at my hand and notice that there is blood on it. I reached deep inside to figure out what was causing the blood. I pull out a white cloth with a string attached to the end and hear one of the bullies yell out with laughter. "OM my god, Sasha did it. That is so gross." The rest of the class turns around to see what I am holding, and the rest start bursting out with laughter. I look to the far right of the class, and I see, I guess, the woman called Sasha clapping hands with the rest of the class while the teacher covers his mouth in disgust, yelling under his breath. "Marcus, throw the thing in the trash and go to the bathroom with your hands." I threw the thing away and started walking down the halls, trying to find the bathroom. I continued to walk down the halls and found the bathroom around the corner. I see Steve hanging out with a bunch of his friends, so I walk into the bathroom to wash away the blood. I hear them talking about girls and guys while I wash the blood. Then I heard Steve ask, "How do you feel about Marcus?" The group went silent for a while. One of them said, "He's kind of weird, don't you think, just letting them beat him like that?" Steve started shaking his head and said, "I don't know why he just doesn't fight back; if he doesn't fight, they are going to kill him." Suddenly, the conversation stopped. I walked out with my head down, trying not to look up because I was not supposed to be there, and nobody wanted me there either. I returned to the classroom, pulled the door back, walked to my desk, and took a seat. I sat down at the desk, not caring about the lesson. The girl beside me kept bumping me to get me to wake up, and I just kept blowing her off. I woke up seeing nothing but darkness.I saw Darkouls sitting down drinking some drink, so I headed to see if he wanted to talk. I went over there, tapped on his shoulder, and he pulled another chair over for me to sit in so I could hear what he had to say, "Kid, if they only knew what you've been through, they'd just leave you alone, but I know why you won't fight back." I asked him in hushed tones, "Hey, was that what you were doing with that goat? And do you think the others are still alive and looking for me?" Yeah, that was my doing because of all of those years you couldn't fight back; I thought that type of person deserved it," he said boldly, "because of all of those years you couldn't fight back." I started shaking my head in agreement with what Darkouls said, and I looked over at him, asking him one more question before I woke up. "Hey, Darkouls, are you putting these dreams inside my head, or is it my brain playing tricks on me?" As he grabs another bottle over the counter and pulls the top off, he begins pouring while explaining what they are. "Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, eighteen, eighteen your mind is doing this because of all the drama you've been through, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. Can you promise me one thing, Kid? When your life is in danger, you don't have to use me, but please fight back, not for yourself but for them. OK, please." I yelled at Darkouls, "What if I'm not strong enough to fight back? I don't want to fail the others if I don't win." He put both hands on my shoulders. I met his gaze. Still, his eyes were different this time. "Trust me, kid, when the time comes, you're not going to fail because when times get tough for you, you still protected the ones that you love." He left me to go. I asked him one more question before the time ran out: "Dark Souls, are you the one giving me these nightmares, or is that something is haunting me from my past?" He looked away right as I was being brought back. I can hear him say, "I see them as well, kid,"