Spike cried in the empty classroom. He hated this. He hated it so much.

He didn’t ask to get hit by his dad, did he? He didn’t ask to get neglected by his mom, did he? All he wanted was somebody to be there for him. All he had was an enemy that hated him, you. He wished he had somebody.

His heart dropped as he heard the door to the classroom open. He looked up. His heart dropped even more as he noticed it was you.

Go away…