He was there. Speaking softly from a distance. Too softly. He needed to speak louder, I couldn't hear him over the noise that soaked the world to the core of its watery greys.
There was too much noise. The sounds of scratching and hissing filled my ears and a constant thumping caused my head to throb. I reached up and bent over. I grabbed two hand fulls of curly hair and screamed. The pain temporarily ceased and I looked up to see his mouth form an 'o'. His image ripped to pieces in a ribbon of red. I caught two last shapes on his lips: 'oo', 'ee'. He was then gone in a red flash, and took with him the static and rain.
I stood, dripping in silence.
"May be I wasn't meant to hear him." I concluded.
"What!" Came the voice of an adult. "Jirou-kun, if you're going to sleep in class, please try not to talk while you're at it."
"No, I'm not supposed to hear it at all..." I yawned and went back to sleep on my desk.