She awoke in a dark unfamiliar room. Her head was painfully throbbing. It felt that there was something crawling around in her skull. Searching the surroundings the first thing she spotted were thick curtains, dark red color. Sunlight tried to pierce through the curtains. Looking up at the ceiling she could barely make out pictures of what looked like happy faces. She felt that she was burning up under the heavy blanket. Attempting to push it off her body rejected the message and terrorized her in pain.
"You're awake"
-oOo-
I reached up to the sky. I knew I can reach it. My armed stretched out in front of me. The sky was a beautiful amethyst. Some clouds hovered above. I felt weight lift off my chest as I felt the breeze, I felt, Free.
My dream was ruined. I awoke. The blanket that is covering me is too thick, it's like a sauna. Opening my eyes the throbbing in my skull occurred. If felt like I was bashed in the head with a pair of boots; strange but I knew how that actually felt. The room feels eerie with the dimness from the dark red curtains; there was barely a ray of sunlight. My gaze was brought to the ceiling; I could see that there were pictures of some sort of blurry yellow circle shape. It looked sort of like happy faces. Things did look blurry. Where are my glasses?
Attempting to push off the heavy blanket my body did not respond the way I expected. Instead my body shrieked in so my pain, it's like I was dunked in hot water then forced into an ice bath repeatedly then left to sleep in my drenched clothes only to wake up with the worst ache in the world. That's another thing I knew what felt like.
"You're awake" A cheery voice, somewhere from the room. Ignoring the pain I instantly looked over to my right. I could see a dark figure sitting in a chair. It's obvious that it's a male student, but who?
"It's not good if you skip breafast" He has a strong accent. Sort of childish. To think of it; it sort of sounds, cute. Wait, how did he know I skipped breakfast? I'm sure a lot of other students do the same. The male figure stood up. Damn he's tall! Still I couldn't see his face.
"You are feeling unwell, da?" Russian! I knew that kind of accent sounded somewhat different than a German accent. Absentmindedly I nod my head. Why did I nod! I don't even know who this guy is? For all I could know, this guy could be greedy! Panic overwhelmed as I whimpered when the Russian got closer. "What is wrong?" I could see him tilt his head sideways.
I watched as the Russian turned the opposite direction then flicking on the light in the bathroom. The light from the bathroom worsened my throbbing head. I heard the sink, then he closed the bathroom door a little enough to illuminate the room. I looked up at him, then shock took over fear. It was that guy Alfred flips out about. What was his name? I can't remember.
"Can you sit up?" Instead of waiting for my answer he set down something then slowly slid a hand under my neck. I squeaked when he rolled the thick blanket from my torso revealing me to the cold air in the dorm room. Putting me in a sitting position my body shook in agony. All the movements stabbed everywhere. "Here" He place a cup of water to my lips. "Drink" My throat is pretty dry. Gulping down the water, somehow I felt a little better. But the aching and headache still hurt.
"T-thank you u-um-" I whispered. My face started to feel a bit warm. Am I blushing! Glancing up, he was a bit too close. I couldn't help but keep the instant picture of his face in my head now. I shouldn't have looked at him. His smile is now forever stuck in my head. What color are his eyes? Why do I want to know his eye color? I'm having a mind war! Now if only I could get his name. Asking is easier right? "Wha-What's y-your na-name?"
"Ivan. My name is Ivan" He sounded happy with the question. "And you?"
"M-Ma-d-deline" My stutter is starting to get on my nerves now.
-oOo-
He followed the girl out of class.
Seeing that the girl has resorted to sprinting, he quickened his pace. Making it to the first floor of the school building he hide behind a corner, but was surprised when he watched her collapse. In an instant he dashed up to her. She closed her eyes once he made it. Kneeling down the lifted the girl with one arm. He felt that she is light. Really light. Earlier he saw that she skipped breakfast, so maybe that was the reason. Obviously not.
-oOo-
She tossed and turned. Unable to sleep. Her stomach was tingling, not the empty feeling but a butterfly feeling. She replayed the whole day over in her head. Awaking in her stalker's bed only for him being her hero, being convinced to eat with him, and skipping classes, she never felt like this before.
Her limbs felt heavy. She closed her eyes with a smile on her face.
-oOo-
"When are we going home?" A little boy's voice whined. "I want mommy!"
"Shut up Alfred! You're both staying with me. No matter fucking what, your both stuck with me." The yelling woman sounded angry. "Its not like I fucking wanted to take care of both of you little shits!" The woman gripped the steering wheel tighter, stepping harder on the gas pedal. It had to rain that day.
"I want my mommy!" Alfred began whining and thrashing in the backseat. Little Madeline sat completely still. Thunder could be heard.
"Shut up! Your stupid mom is fucking dead! You're never going to see her ever again!" The woman slammed on the brakes causing little Alfred to fly forward. He began crying. Madeline found herself on the floor.
-oOo-
"Yo Birdie!" A loud voice startled the young girl. An albino guy sat himself in front of her. "What's up? Me? I'm being awesome!"
She sat at her desk trying not to look at the cocky albino.
"Hey, wha- Are you trying to ignore the awesome me?" He waved a hand in front of her face. "Come on! Ugh, fine, sorry for whatever." He rolled his eyes.
"Mr. Beilschmedt out of my class room!" The Geometry teacher tugged the albino's arm and led him out.
Madeline sighed in relief.
"You okay Madeline" A concerned Toris tapped her shoulder.
"Y-yeah." Plastering a false smile she giggled "That guy is a-a-"
"A jerk? Yeah he is." Toris finished her sentence. The final bell rung. Class began.
Half way through class a neatly folded yellow paper landed on her desk. She inspected the folded paper. Her first name was neatly written on the flat side. It looked like a note for her. Looking in the direction where the paper came from she saw no one that would give her such a note. She carefully unfolded the paper.
Would you go to the dance with me? -Your Secret Admirer
She blinked a several times. 'Someone wants to go to the dance…with…me?' A small flutter in her chest had her smiling. 'who is this from? It can't be Toris, he's taking Felix I think. Maybe it's a prank?'
