o1. The Alarming Sound of a Still Small Voice
That flower that is clad in shadow – what captivated me was its reverse side.
Erika – the GazettE
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If it was as simple as slamming the door shut to a room and prevent all the thoughts from flowing into my head, I would do just that. However, nothing was ever that simple. I could still hear them, the loud shrieks of their voices hammering into my ears, and the endless trains of thoughts flowing into my mind was becoming unbearable. But suddenly, it all stopped. Just as the door opened, a new flow of thoughts ricocheted off one another in fear, and a physical nervous sweat started to collect in the air. Images filed into my head of a fictional horror character, with a white dress and long, black unkempt hair parading down her face, with bright pale skin and coal drops for eyes.
"Sadako, Sadako. Look her in the eyes for three seconds, and you'll become cursed," sang the students - a nursery rhyme they had created in their young adolescent years.
From my perception... she was nothing from what had been imagined.
She was normal.
Ever since I could remember, it had always been about going to school and getting good grades. Nothing has ever changed this cycle, not even a single friend that would wish to hang out with me and possibly disrupt it. That is if I had a friend. For so long, my wish was to one day pick the right moment and converse with someone who was not afraid of me. All my daydreams circled around helping someone out in the classroom, going over a problem they were struggling with, and help them find a solution. Of course, it was a silly daydream. If the time ever came where such a situation ever came up, my classmate would be too busy having a heart attack from fright to even think about their study problems. Nevertheless, it won't stop me from trying.
I paused my hand on the lock, listening as the bathroom door opened and footsteps carried their way to the sink directly in front of the stall I stood in. Two girls conversed, gossiping and fixing up their make-up and hair. I felt that this was my chance to assist them in something, even if it was as simple as opening the door to the bathroom stall that I had finished with. To my luck, the door screeched horribly, alerting the two girls to my presence.
I smiled. They gasped.
"Here, I left it open for you," I said, not taking notice of how they tensed up.
"... Sadako," they stuttered. "It's fine," they said so abruptly, their words becoming a faint echo off the door they had suddenly rushed out from.
I stood there, crestfallen. But this did not stop me from trying.
"Was I too sudden?" I asked myself, walking up to the sink to wash my hands. "Of course, it was the squeak of the door that scared them," I concluded. Never once had I thought it was myself that had scared them. I just thought maybe if I was nicer, they would talk to me for at least ten seconds without having the desire to flee from my presence.
The bell sounded, and I quickly shut off the faucet and shook my hands free of water droplets, and then dried them with a paper towel. The hallways were silent, and was even barren of tardy students. Maybe something was up.
I walked up to my classroom door, listening to the chaos of high school students inside. They were obviously excited about something, so I stood there to listen. Everything they had said was a slur of words, until one name rang out the loudest amongst them all.
Edward Cullen.
'A new student,' I thought, smiling brightly at the thought. Now was my chance to help someone.
I turned the knob to the door, which squeaked loudly with resistance. All the sudden, the classroom dropped dead silent and all stared at me like a rabbit who met their hunter. I meekly said hello, and I swore I heard someone gulp.
"Ah, Sadako." The teacher said, looking quite flustered.
Sadako is not my name, but I did not frown or correct him. If the image they have created for me is what they wanted, then who am I to disrupt their point of view or opinions.
"We have a new student today, if you haven't already heard. His name is Edward Cullen, and I was looking for volunteers to help him for the next couple of days to get situated with the class." Female heads perked up at the teacher's words, and a sudden catastrophic orchestra of volunteers rang out throughout the class. The one that is indubitably Edward, had cringed from the onslaught of noise, and is no doubt hearing a high pitch sound right about now.
"I was wondering if you would be that person to help him." The teacher said, turning to physically, and visually look at me to avoid the burning glares shooting right at him from the female population. It wasn't the first time that he had gained their spite. Though he wondered if it was such a good idea to stare directly at me, since the nursery rhyme rang clear within his mind, and the bright devilish grin, and the extreme amounts of eeriness that had suddenly surrounded me did not ease him. He feared for the new student's sanity, and thought that naivety is a virtue for his sake.
"Sure, it's no problem." I said while smiling brightly. I was off in my own little happy world when I went to sit at my seat, oblivious to all the glares aimed at me.
I imagined how the day would play out. The new student would have trouble looking for his next class, or needing help with any study problems. My fantasies played throughout my imagination, that I didn't even bother to fully address him. I didn't notice how pale his skin was, or how he radiated beauty that all the girls had lusted for. Most of all, I didn't know how he stared at me with a look of such interest as he silently read my thoughts.
It was different from the rest, and that is what intrigued him to find out more.
I was nothing more but a girl who was more interested in doing good deeds, doing well in school, and fitting into society rather than fawning over his supernatural beauty. The lack of acknowledgement is what drew him the most, and how at ease her mind was to him. I was nothing of what everyone had imagined. I was normal.
The Dying Breed says this: After many spams from Laura and her Transformers comics, this has finally been posted up. However, that is not my excuse for the many months of inactivity, unfortunately. For the past several months, I have taken it upon myself to become uber in Shaiya, and lo' and behold, I have become uber. After many cackling nights of invincibility in PvP, I have taken time out of my busy schedule to finish writing this. It has been brewing for months, and I'm so freakin' happy that this is out. I'm practically puking out rainbows, and shining out an aura that screams happy bunnies and gayness.
I shall flee now. Don't forget to leave reviews!
Kthxbai.
Oh, and the tile of this isn't exactly official. It took me an hour to come up with it, but I am content with it for now until something better comes up. I flipped a coin between The Lonely Position of Neutral and Flower without a Name. Heh. Also not to confuse you. The first part of the chapter is in