Lost Soul
This is me, a girl who never spoke, one who no one knows and all alone. I did everything to get someone to notice me, but why does no one ever share a glance at me. I never needed to spoke, the teachers never called for me in class, I never had emotions like love, care or joy, I only felt loneliness. I had no memory of my mother, or my father or anyone in my past. My memories only come and go, but never come back.
“-finish reading from chapter 20 to 22, class dismiss.” I sighed, whenever I hand in my homework, my teachers always look at it curiously and asked, ‘Has anyone seen Livia?’ but they always answer no. In the class attendance, I’m always marked away, even when I’m standing right in of the teacher.
As the school bell rang, everyone ran out of class. I’m always pushed and shoved, like trash on the floor. I never feel irritated or anything, I just feel… Emotionless. I just walked silently out the school gates and just let my mind wonder. After a few minutes, I’m back home or as people around town call, the Haunted House. People saw the door opening, the trashing piling, the lights going on and off but they never saw me. No one ever stepped a foot inside this house but me. Well that’s what I thought until now.
“Livia Lily Linn.” A smooth male voice said. I froze at the name. No one has ever said my name, but what’s strange is that the middle and last name was oddly familiar to me. My name at school was Livia Kilelin not Livia Linn or Livia Lily Linn. The man in front of me has the exact opposite looks from me. I had odd long wavy silver hair, while he has short straight jet black hair. My eyes are blue-grey while his is black. I cannot tell how tall he is while he’s bowing down.
“Miss Livia?” He looked up, asking with curiosity. I pointed at myself, tilting my head silently asking “Who me?”
“You do not speak?” he asked, eyes wide open in shock as he’s getting up. I shook my head, silently say “no.”
The man got looked at my intensively, studying every inch of my face. “You have to be Miss Livia,” he exclaimed, “The silver hair and eyes, no voice for communication and no visible body for human eyes.” I look at him with curiosity in my eyes, silently telling him to go on.
“Miss Livia you are a lost soul. You have the appearance of a human but you have no feelings to another. You cannot speak or feel. To become a human once again you must learn to love for someone who does not even know you exist. He must love you the same. Good luck Miss Livia.” With that he disappeared. My mind right now is set to learn to love. But how?
