Just A Nobody

INCOMPLETE

I waved my hand through the grasses that surrounds me.

I can feel the rough texture, every time each tip touches my skin.

I can also hear the sound of the breeze that causes everything around me swings along with the wind.

The birds are singing, and playing over the crops.

I'm sitting on a bench made by my father in the middle of this not fully grown wheat field.

It's my favorite place among all the places I've been through so far.

It makes me feel relaxed, happy, and somehow

it makes me believe that I belong to something.

But other than that,

This place also makes my senses extraordinary compare to everybody else.

The river flow on my right side as an example,

I can hear the water flow even it's not close to where I am.

The sound of the tractor on the field across the rocky road in my back,

I can hear and feel things around me distinctly.

I consider it as a gift and affliction at the same time, because

Having this sharp senses means,

I lack the most important one.

Hurtful thoughts begin to fill my head,

The feeling of being different....

"Who's there?" I asked because I heard some footsteps approaching my direction from my back.

No one answered.

I grab my stick beside me and wait for a moment before I stand and leave or hit whoever that presence belongs to if it did something to me.

The footsteps stop,

so I sit once again and lean my back on the bench.

Maybe it's one of the farmer checking the water supply on the field.

I placed my stick back on my side, but I felt that it touches something other than the old acacia wood.

I tap my stick a few times to make sure what I exactly hit, and it feels like a person's lap or something.

"Done checking?" someone speaks that startled and makes me stand at an instant,

It's a girl's voice.

"Who are you?" I asked

I dropped my stick,

so I bend my knees to get it from the ground, but my hand can't reach any but grass and a bunch of stones.

"I'm sure I dropped it somewhere here," I murmured.

I continue to search the grassy ground when I suddenly touched something different, and it feels like boots or high cut shoes.

"Are you looking for this?" the voice asked again.

"Are those my stick?" I answered.

"Yeah', it looks like that," she said.

"Can you hand it to me, please?" I replied.