Everyone has that one thing hidden from the outside world. It might be silly or reasonable but to some it is different. To him it is weakness.
I sat in the room quiet as usual. Everything was falling into place except the fact that I needed help but couldn't spell the word from my own mouth. Living this life wasn't easy. Having responsibilities at a young age with no one to inform that you are still a kid. My thinking stopped when a paper plane hit the side of my head. I turned sideways for my eyes to meet his. Adrian.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered. He symbolized me to be silent and pointed the piece of paper. I struggled to get it then turned the flaps.
"Hey. Nice trousers." The statement seemed blank but atleast it drifted my thoughts. I looked at him as a small grin appeared on my face. I turned to look at the grey sweatpants I wore. Nick always did the shopping on clothes plus he was much taller than me hence all my clothes were oversized.
"Stare at your feet a minute longer and I will pull those trousers off!" A voice came. The teacher.
I looked forth with my side eyes still on him. People giggled and what was I to expect? Good for me I wasn't embarrassed. This was normal. I tapped the tip of my pen rhythmically on the desk for a while before I pulled out my stick. I had sharpened several of them already. Who knows they could be useful on this final trial.
Living in a life where you care for others and if they do the same for you it's by will. That life. That is the one that exists in me. One where I can control my feelings and be who my head wants me to be not my heart. I closed the book. This day was just like any other. The silly bully tricks from Henry were dying off. How does one manage disturbing someone who doesn't feel it?
The noodle paste became thicker than usual. I turned my head staring into Tiw's eyes. Why was everything different? Why did everything change? When did everything change? I had the answer but couldn't pinpoint. I didn't want it to be.
"Eat." His voice came as he dug in. No this wasn't me. This wasn't what a white spirit had to have in mind.
"Vin!" A voice came. I turned. It was mother.
Wait. They were dead. Was I going in sane? The surrounding darkened as I stood from my seat. Then my heart begun beating. I turned to it as my body faded. The spirit turned to it. It was pretty. More normal pumping blood as usual. Maybe this was it. My life line of choices was here. And maybe no one should care on it now. My heart was beating because of him but I couldn't say it. I remembered the kiss. The first time someone held me with care. Not pulling me as the spirits did. Not commanding me or anything. I was just myself. Me. How his touch made this shrill body tremble. I stared into the heart for a while before a different shadow appeared. It had all colours. It was a mighter spirit.
"All is well. We will win the fight." For the first time in this life a spirit encouraged me. Not having parents at the moment was critical but I was used to it. Not because I didn't want them but because I pitied him. The light in my dark tunnel.