December 24th.
A girl with a small frame and long, glowing teal hair walked alone on the streets of Tokyo on one of the coldest days of the year. The crisp winter air surrounded her like a protective barrier as she subconsciously walked on to a mysterious destination.
'What is this feeling? This feeling of uncertainty... it's suffocating…'
She caught the attention of a group of young girls as they gawked at her appearance.
"Her parents must be loaded! The price of those contacts must be at least as much as my house!" "Yeah and just look at her hair! I have never seen hair like that before! She has to be wearing extensions!"
She shook her head and, unintentionally, her hair flowed. Her hair was naturally like this and she didn't want to change it, not that she could anyway.
'Where am I? Coldness… coldness is all I feel. It is all I have ever felt.'
The sound of children frolicking around, of people laughing as they gazed at everything they want for Christmas filled the cruel December air.
'What was Christmas? What was the significance of it? Was it an excuse for your parents to buy whatever you desire? Or was it more than that?'
She smirked at the thought of the idiotic population wasting time and money on another just to make them love you. Just to make them know you care.
Words could do that. Words could also be used to trick people, to deceive people, to screw with their minds. It was all sick. But who was she to talk?
She had done the same to someone close to her. Someone she loved.
She mentally slapped herself when she awakened from her daydream only to find that she was completely lost. There was no one around.
'Odd... usually there are swarms of people everywhere...'
She was alone in a deserted... whatever this place was. There was a small area in which she stood where there was only dirt. No grass or plants save for trees that loomed ahead.
It was silent.
All she could hear her own heartbeat.
She hated the silence; it made her remember that she was now alone.
She had to escape the silence.
She was about to take a step and then she became petrified when she swore she saw, out of the corner of her eye, a silhouette of a familiar person.
She didn't dare to move. She didn't dare to breathe. Because she knew if she did, she would lose her composure. The barrier she had built to protect her from regretting anything that someone would say would collapse into oblivion.
She had convinced herself into thinking that way. The truth was that the barrier was not to protect her from being harmed, from being scared and scarred, but to protect those around her from her mistakes.