Allen forced his eyes open after a few minutes. He hurt everywhere but he didn't have the slightest clue why. As if someone had purposely blocked his memories of last night.
The wind whispers to me like it is trying to tell me a secret I don't know
He shivered as he pulled himself from under the sweet warmth of his bed. He took a quick look at the alarm clock on his side table and groaned. If he didn't get up now he'd never make it to school. He sighed and stood up pushing away his sleepy haze. Slipping on black; torn skinny jeans, a sweatshirt, and simple black combat boots he ran out the door making sure to miss the range of all mirrors.
What is it saying? Does listening to it prove my insanity?
He didn't bother calling out any good byes because honestly Cross wouldn't care if he never came back. He pulled up the hood of his sweat shirt to hide his naturally unnatural white hair and freaky red pentagram-like scar.
It laughs as I puzzle over the words the wind has spoken
He prayed to whatever force was out there that this school would be better. No matter where he had gone there had always been some sort of bulling be it physical or mental. He had started to build a resistance to it but it still hurt, he had to be stupid if it didn't.
The wind runs and I follow it begging it to explain.
He sped in to the school and right into someone else. When he looked up to apologize his silver eyes meet cobalt. The teen in front of him was tall, had long black hair with a blue tint, and a long katana attached to his hip. Allen's eyes widened to the size of platters. What kind of person just carried a sword around! Allen snapped back into reality as the older one spoke.
"Oi moyashi, what are you doing!" Kanda growled.
"Your love is near your love is here" it said.