The Girl Aria (A Stray Kids Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

The sunlight hit my eyes, but yet I felt a shiver run through me. My head lifted itself from my knees that were tucked tightly to my chest. It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the bright light coming from the gleaming snow that was piled on the grown from the previous snowfall. I heard my stomach growl loudly, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer if I didn't eat something soon. My legs felt so wobbly, that when I put my weight onto them, I thought I was going to stumble and collapse. I straightened myself as high as possible, and told myself that my first priority was to find something to eat before going back to the garage.

I had somewhat of an idea of where the garage might be, but I didn't want to risk getting totally lost by going too far. So I decided to stay roughly in the current area. There was a major problem though........I had no money, and I didn't know any Korean, as you may know by this point now. I bit my bottom lip in annoyance, but continued on anyways.

The streets were busy today, and I felt myself becoming overwhelmed by the amount of people that surrounded me. I squeezed past everyone, hoping that nobody would take notice of me. I bumped into a few people along the way. One woman, when I bumped into her, shoved me harshly to the side, yelling at me with such intense anger I almost thought she might arrest me. Who knows, maybe she wanted to. When I accidentally tripped onto one man, he rolled his eyes, pushed me away, and quickly retreated while talking on his phone. I apologized, but I doubt he understood or even cared. Right now, it seemed like everyone could care less about me or my life. It was then I understood that no one would ever care about me. Yes, there are always those very few people who actually do care, but right now, I felt like the world was against me.

I came upon a woman who was selling fruits and vegetables. I looked at her, thinking of how I wanted to get my point across to her. She held up a hand as if to stop me. With her other, she pulled out her phone, quickly tapping at it, then saying something into it and giving it to me.

"Hello, my name is Yuna. What are you doing here all by yourself?" I understood that Yuna was using the phone as a translator. My hope shot up a little, and I instantly became engaged. I swiftly replied back, handing it back for her to listen. As the translation played back to her in Korean, I waited anxiously for her to respond. I had basically told her that I had had a rough family, and I was on my own from now on. I saw a sympathetic look come across her face as it finished. She spoke and passed it back to me once again.

"I am so sorry to hear that. Unfortunately, I don't think I can do much. Do you have money?"

"No I don't. I'm sorry."

"I will give you some stuff on me just this once. That is all I can do. If I keep this up, my boss will be unhappy with me." After that, she gathered up a generous amount of fruits and vegetables, but them in a cloth bag, and handed them to me with a small, sad smile.

"Thank you. Goodbye Miss Yuna."

"Goodbye." With that, I left to go back to the garage.

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I was lucky today and was able to find my way back. I dragged my feet into the building, immediately resting my back against one of the pillars. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, taking long, deep breaths. When my eyes opened again, I saw how worn my shoes were becoming. It had only been a few days, but the extended amount of walking had taken a toll on them. I took out a green apple from the bag of fruits and vegetables. Sinking my teeth into it, I appreciated it's sweet and tangy flavor, savoring it for as long as possible. Maybe someday I would be able to repay that woman for showing me such kindness.......

After a few passed minutes, I finished it, chucking the core of the apple back into the bag. Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming sadness wash over me once more. I wished I had someone to look up to, someone to rely on. I felt like I could never trust anyone again. Maybe it was better this way. But what did I know? All I ever did was doubt myself. Again, I took a deep inhale, and the first note of a song came out of me. Instantly, all my worries were washed away, and I was lost far into the music. Singing is my escape from reality. A place where I can run to when I feel lost or alone. A place that gives me comfort. A place......that makes me feel free. I liked how my voice echoed across the flat and barren space. How it seemed to drift beyond the boundaries of life and existence. But what I think I really liked, was that I could be myself without any judgement or hatred.

Maybe one day I could get there. Where I could share music with the world and have people feel what I feel. Give them a new sense of hope. Give them..................a place to run to.