Another World

Chapter 4

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again.

Gazing at this wonderful and stupendous scene, it just felt like home. How in my days of young I would go there early in the morning. I would run away with him, racing to our special spot. I loved to watch the first light of the dawn, my head leaning on his shoulder, and sometimes he would manage to wrap his hands around me, kiss me on the forehead and remind me that he would always be there for me. Once I snuck out of the house when it was raining since he insisted of seeing me in such a weather. He surprised me there with a bouquet of violets in his hands, my favorites. Then, he covered my eyes for sometime until I could barely hear droplets of water. " You're as beautiful as a hundred of rainbows in the sky!"he mumbled. My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky. I've always wanted to know how it looks like. A beautiful arc, a shimmering bow, a pleasure to behold. Lucky those who stopped for a moment or two to look up and capture this mesmerizing view. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet... those colors still fresh in my mind. How could I ever forget?

I was happy to have regained this amazing memory, but the question remains a mystery. Who was he? I really wanted to know.

My thoughts were cut short by a ringing man's voice :

-"What's with the daydreaming, cupcake?" He said.

-"I'm sorry !"?, I replied feeling offended, "who are you anyway? And where am I?"

This instant I realized that I was staring at a poster of a rainbow. I found myself in a room with some guys looking "human" and there were bandages all over my hands and another covering part of my head.

-"Man, you've been staring at that poster for like 15 minutes!" He continued.

He was well built, with curly caramel hair, his green eyes fixed on me. He seemed older than me, probably fifteen years old.

I kept silent.

Then a younger boy, tall and frail, very skinny asked my name. His milk chocolate eyes matched his lustrous hazel hair framing his face. He was kind of cute for someone my age.

-"Ruby" I replied, not paying attention to the strict tone of my voice.

-"Rr-rr-ou-p-p-yy?" he'd said repeating my name. Did he just call me Roupy? What the... like seriously!?

The thought of someone not knowing my 4 letter name couldn't quit my head. I simply had to comment: "Like I know people who cannot pronounce the "s" or the "r" or the "th", I guess (not that I have met any ) but I don't think there's anyone who cannot pronounce the "b"!"

The older boy replied : "Girl, Joss here, is a unique case. He cannot pronounce the "b" and make sure never to tell him some big secret cos when he's put under pressure he lets the cat out of the bag, just like that! Also, he's so smart that a donkey can answer his stupid questions. But don't worry he does everything you tell him to do. Right Joss?"

-"Whatever", Joss rolled his eyes.

-"By the way am Leonardo. You can call me Leo. This is Brian." He pointed at a 13 year old boy with messy blond hair whom I did not notice standing next to him. Brian wore large eyeglasses, so it was kind of obvious he was the mastermind of the group. The nerdy-hacker-gamer-genius type of guy, maybe. "Oh and there's Romeo on the bench daydreaming about his girlfriend."

-" I told you she was not my girlfriend!!" Romeo shouted out of nowhere, then mumbled something inaudible, turning his back to us.

-"Is his real name Romeo?" I asked giggling.

-"Nope, his name's Adam." Joss answered.

-"And he's madly in love with that girl he knew in his town. The main reason why we're stuck in here" Leonardo added.

Adam turned around giving the 2 boys an unpleasant look.

Then he spoke softly: "Can you guys just STOP talking about her. It's bringing back too many memories. Besides you don't even know her!"

He was handsome. His green leaf eyes sparkled from the place he sat, and his dark brown hair covered part of his face. Adams looked younger than Leo, maybe 14, yet he seemed much more mature than the others. He had his face buried in the palms of his hands. He seemed to care a lot about that girl. He thought a lot about her too that he had no interest in me.

There was a feeling of recognition like I knew him from before. I brushed the feeling away. I reminded myself that my past was out of my reach, and that boy could resemble anyone I knew before.

All I could do was sigh and hope that one day I would finally regain back my memory...