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Bloody Snow
AiEiNoTenshi
Chapter 1: Mystery of Bloody Snow
Dear Bloody Snow,
I have a very big problem. I'm sorry to say this but I'm not sure if I can trust you with it. Please convince me to trust you. I really need help.
-shattered mirror-
Help is what they need…
…so that's what I give.
To shattered mirror,
I really do not know how to convince you. I do not know you in the first place. This is the first time you wrote to me, right? (No need to answer that. I'm positive.) All I know is that I wanted to help you in the simplest yet the best way…giving advice. It's not bad sharing your burdens, remember that. I'll be waiting to hear from you. Take your time. It's just right to doubt a stranger.
-bloody snow-
I want to help people; people I don't even know.
She walks through the dark alley and made several turns expertly. She reached downtown and met the bright lights of the night, lowering her head as if the lights will melt her face. Her pace is getting faster every second. She's more like brisk walking in sight but more like running with her speed. She races through the night, escaping the crowded lights she calls killers.
I hate them. They're making my eyes bleed.
My pupils, so hot. They're burning.
Fire.
I hate fire.
They promised to kill me…
…I swear.
Soon, she was distant from the city of lights. She walked through the gates of darkness and entered the unlighted building. Despite the pure darkness of her surroundings, she walked as if she could see everything.
I know this place. I do not need my eyes to see.
She turned quickly at almost every corner. She climbed few stairs until she reached her destination. It is an end of a long hallway near the faculty office and several classrooms. It is, practically, a blank space with nothing but white walls until two boxes were put on it. They are steel boxes, like that of a common suggestion box, plain. They are black, contradicting the pure color of the walls. There's nothing imprinted on them but a single word. Here. Nothing else but that. Simple boxes, they are, but they hold the problems and answers to the problems of many. They know the darkest secrets of the people around. Waste to some and treasure to most. The boxes, her little and most precious treasures.
I may turn to dust anytime but I got my memories so I don't bother.
Not only mine will I take but everyone else's.
My treasure, my only…
…treasure.
She walked to the boxes and opened her sling bag. She brought of several envelopes from it; shinning, silver envelopes. She's on the mood. She usually just put her precious letters in plain, white envelopes. She put the envelopes in the box first from her right and then slowly closed it with a mysterious, gentle smile on her face. She then opened the other box and carefully took its content. Letters; a handful of them. They are of different sizes, colors and scents. She placed them inside her bag and then just as she did with the other box, she closed it slowly and then zipped her bag close. She then brought out a white fabric from her pocket and wiped the boxes clean. When she was satisfied, she left.
A sunny morning to all. She hates light. She hates mornings. This might be her worst day. She entered the wide and noisy grounds of her school. She walks as fast as possible. People around crashes her frail figure as nobody seems to notice her presence.
I'm not invisible but nobody seems to see me.
I do exist but my existence was not acknowledged.
It's not known.
The world…
…does it know me?
She never looked in anybody's eyes. She was afraid not to be looked back upon. Their cold gazes, she hates them despite the truth she have never seen them. She's afraid too afraid but as mentioned before, today might just be her worst day. She made a mistake; something that she might regret forever. Her right shoulder blade, it's aching so much, too much. Someone hit her really hard and so she committed a mistake. She accidentally or more of instinctively looked up upon the face of person who just nearly separated her right shoulder from her body. She felt a rush of cold through her whole body and then immediately replaced by warmth as her green eyes met the eyes of the boy; the one person whom she ever looked at in the eyes.
Strange. Mysterious.
What is this?
It's …
…black.
Deep black.
Her face show no emotion but her eyes were still; it's directed to his eyes; the one person whom she ever looked at in the eyes.
"Sorry." The guy said monotonously.
Voice…
…human voice.
She has heard human voices before, yes but never this one. This one, it's for her. The sound, the voice is for her. The boy spoke to her. He said a word to her. For once, her existence was acknowledged. For once, she was sure she exists.
Sorry? What's that?
I do not know what it means but it's not important.
Voice…
…human voice.
The boy, after saying that one magical word, left. His eyes, they escaped her eyes. So suddenly. So mysterious. She forgot her aching shoulder. She lowered her head and proceeded to walking again. Rapidly, ever so rapidly, she walked just like how she walks every moment of her life but there's something different in her now. Something is different.
She reached her room and walked towards her respective chair, a chair nobody knows existed. It is located in the last row. A row of ten horizontally lined up chairs but all nine are empty. Among the ten, only one is occupied but nobody knows of it. She sits right beside the window. Silently, she sat, looking upon the outside but not looking specifically at something or somewhere. She is just looking outside, not looking at anything in particular. She was like that until and classes started and until it ended. She never really cares to what the teachers say. She's not interested in learning such lessons she believes non-sense.
The board, full of writings, unimportant writings. What help could it bring to us? Job? Pointless. We should learn about life; how to live life. What to do with life.
Dear Bloody Snow,
I have this friend of mine whom I think I'm falling in love with but the problem is, she's in love with my best friend and she just befriended me so that I could help her with my best friend.
I was hurt. I didn't know what to do. I want to say to her what I feel for her but I know she'll just reject me and worst, get angry with me. I want to get angry with my best friend but I know I do not have the right to do so. I'm jealous, so jealous.
What do you think should I do? Please help me.
-Aki-
Love?
What is that?
I do not know…
…what love is.
To Aki,
What a big problem you have, I must say. I won't dictate you what to do coz I can't. I do not have any right to. But I'll give you some ideas about your problem.
First, you can't get angry to your best friend. You can get jealous, of course. It's your freedom to get jealous but you can never get angry with him for that reason. It's not his fault the girl you've fallen in love with is in love with him. Trying to tell the girl your feelings isn't a bad idea, you know. It'll free your heart from its biggest burden. The thing is, you need to accept the consequences, of course, but at least you told her and you'll know what she really thinks about it. Life's never so sweet, remember that.
-Bloody snow-
Love?
What is that?
I do not know…
…what love is?
She went home right after classes, taking the dark alleys hidden from the eyes of the bright city streets. She prefers to pass there whenever she goes home or goes to school. She passed the door unnoticed. Her parents in the dinning room, eating and talking. She passed by them probably not seen at all coz they didn't even glanced at her. She passed the dinning room and went directly to her room; under the old staircase, the most isolated, most silent and darkest part of the house. No light, there's no light but moved as if there is, as if she sees everything. She pulled out several envelopes from her desk's drawer and pull out some new white papers and envelopes. She started to read and then write, read and write, read and write.
Read…
…and write.
That's what I do…
…and will always do…
…forever.
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