Fearing Obsession

My obsession of exorcism was never beneficial.

I just loved the fact that the biggest fantasy of all time- was real.

But for others, it didn't.

They though I was a freak.

I noticed one day in second grade.

It was a quiet Christian orphanage school that I set my very two feet on.

Everything was normal, average.

Then it was my turn to pray for our classroom.

"Um. Dear God. Um. I thank you for the sandwiches. Um. I hope that You'll keep the demons away from us so we won't die. I pray in Your Name, Jesus Christ. Amen."

At first, I felt very good praying. It brought me comfort and actual satisfaction for praying for everyone to live. And then I looked around with a big smile.

For some reasons they looked at me as if I had a third eye.

Then I thought about what I prayed…and how no one actually replied, 'Amen' after my prayer.

Man- that hurted.

Hurt. Yea.

Then I went on to middle school- a public middle school, trying to forget al that, "He sees demons" crap.

But I was still in loved with this fearful subject. And somehow, the most popular boys noticed.

One of them had orange hair, wait- scratch that, natural orange hair and actual green eyes.

And the other had slid black hair that came down to his chest once it's down.

He had fearful blue eyes that glared at me in my every movement.

I have to say that they both were such opposites.

"Hey! White Hair!"

When he called me for the first time, I turned around, hoping that it's not some seventh grader trying to scrub on the sixth.

But it really wasn't that. Kind of.

…'cause I just saw stars.

"hey. You okay?"

I woke up in a room colored in a disgusting shade of green.

I stared at the guy who asked a simple, caring question.

His eyes definitely put this room color to shame.

They were simply bright and had shines of yellow and white.

I kind of blacked out since I didn't blink for so long.

"y-yea. What happened?"

He gave a sigh of relief and smiled widely at me.

"I hit you with a basketball."

…

"oh."

So I fainted. Ugh.

"forgive me, yea?" He winked and like a command I nodded.

His orange hair gently bounced as he chuckled.

"Rabi. You?"

"Allen."

He took a slow look at me a gave a sly look.

"even your name sounds girly."

I stared, not getting it at first.

"Rabi."

A smooth voice called out his name. As he walked in, he looked at Rabi, then slowly glared at me.

Without taking his eyes off me he spoke.

"let's go."

I looked at his eyes back. I couldn't focus as much as I did with Rabi's but it was a deep blue color. Way deeper than mine.

"He's Kanda. The dumbass that passed the ball."

"what the-"

"shush."

Rabi was such a character. It made me smile looking at him. I don't even think the scary guy could keep up with him.

I smiled at both and tried to stand.

At the very moment, I guess my chain came out, exposing my big cross.

For a second, I felt glares. I ignored it until I noticed even the scary guy was staring at it.

"where'd you get that?"

He spoke to me slowly.

"this? I don't know. Something I had ever since little."

Rabi came close to me and held it in his hand.

"are you into exorcism?"

"-huh?"

and yes, I have no clue why I said 'huh'.

Rabi let go and chuckled softly.

"nothing."

Then we just walked out of the green room and promised each other that we'll meet again.

"I saw him first."

Rabi winked walking down the hallway.

The long black hair, tied up high gently danced in its own rhythm.

"we'll see who gets him first."

He winked back.

WOOT WOOT.

Rabi or Kanda…or both!

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