I have always felt different, like I have never belonged in this world. I was normal, placid, caught no one's interest. I bothered no one and in return, I was treated with the same aloofness. I was, however, content enough with my life as it was; burying myself in books to pass the time. Somehow, delving into stories, I was able to imagine tales of which I was the hero, the damsel, or even a magical being. That was the only time I felt truly happy; pretending to be something I am not. These brief scenarios sent an ease through me, it is almost as it soothed a part of me that I could not see. It kept me from asking the questions that burned hidden within my soul… is there something more, out there--for me?
It's twilight. The Sun's rays had completely faded and no longer illuminated the pages of Yumi's book. Glancing outside the window, she noticed it had begun to rain very lightly. Shutting her book, she gathered her belongings and exited towards the empty corridors of the school and began approaching her locker.
Yumi sighed exasperatedly. Why did I forget my parasol? She wondered as she shut the door of her locker. Of course, she never bothered to trust the weatherman; they are nearly always inaccurate, when you need it most. However, she is the only one to blame for losing track of time whilst studying for her exam. She would have no choice now but to run to the bus stop, a mere three blocks, but if a heavy down pour began, she would surely catch a cold.
Yumi hurried along the hallway, towards the exit. A sudden chill ran down her spine as a gust of wind hit her. A gust of wind in the hallway? Yumi asked herself.
She hurried along, but the path felt never-ending. It never seemed as long before. It was cold and she could see her breath as she exhaled. She wrapped her arms around herself, for comfort, but it was not enough heat. The silence at school during the after hours had never bothered her as much before. Her footsteps, she noticed, were not the only ones she heard now. Yumi turned around, facing the direction of the sound of footsteps. No. It was more of a stomping. She crept slowly towards the sound. Her exuberant curiosity had never been her greatest virtue.
A small shadow reflected off the wall. The shadow grew larger very rapidly and the footsteps resounded loudly. Yumi tried to run away but her body was not responding the way it should. Run, Yumi, Run. She scolded herself.
It suddenly revealed itself. It was a blur at first, but then it was all too clear. "A bull!" was all Yumi could muster up. No, it was larger than a bull, its horns evermore protruding. Its flesh was dripping on the floor, his red eyes appeared as it were bleeding, and it was heading her way!
The beast lunged itself in the air and Yumi ducked instantly to the floor, cowering and covering her head with her arms. Her life would be over soon, unfulfilled, and still wanting. It would end any second now…any moment she will experience the crossover or even more so euphemistically, kick the bucket...but that moment never came. Nothing happened. Instead, she heard a soft melody. It seemed so familiar somehow but quickly faded, just as the wind.
Yumi peaked between the crevices of her arms to glance at the beast, but It was dead on the floor as a shadow hovered over it. No - It was a glowing human figure standing over the corpse, holding a sword at hand. Yumi's arms fell to her side as her eyes settled on the image. It was clearer now, a woman, with long, black raven hair. Yumi gasped at the sight. The scene although unsettling, was suddenly forgotten all altogether as she stared at the glowing beauty. A vibrant crimson red emanated from her body. The raven-haired girl stared back at Yumi. The stranger seemed confused as their eyes met, Yumi noted. Her glow now seemed to fade. Suddenly, two other women with similar glows, albeit white, rushed in. They called her name, "Sachiko." Her name was just as marvelous as her eyes, Yumi thought.
"We must go," they shouted. The taller blonde-haired person, who was nearly as beautiful, grabbed Sachiko's arm and pulled her along by force, snapping her out of her reverie. Yumi only stared as this scene unfolded, glued to the ground. "Of course," Sachiko responded composed.
What's happening, Yumi wondered, still in shock. The bull had disintegrated into mere dust on the floor. Meanwhile, the others disappeared within the dim hallways and Sachiko followed suit. "Wait!" she shouted. With one final, yet uncertain glance back, Sachiko vanished into the shadows.
Yumi heard a familiar voice calling her name, in the background. Yumi...her name rang in her ears but she paid no heed to it. She froze in place, staring at the spot where the bull and those angels stood moments ago. They were no longer there, no evidence of what just occurred, except for the dust remains that will keep the Janitor busy in the morning. Yumi. There it was again, her name, distant and faint. Yumi...
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Well, there you go. My first chapter, my first story. Be gentle if you review. :)