S^x with a Ghost| Fyolai AU

|~The boy in the window~|

The boy in the window.

I think that's what he was supposedly called... though after all these years I cannot really bring myself to remember such a thing. But, if it was up to me, I would've went with something more alluring and interesting. Something that would've struck fear into the hearts of anyone who would've dared to enter the unknown. Though, something like that might've made that old wooden dream house seem like a monster infested nightmare. And I, of all people, should know that's not what that place was.

Who was I to declare that place as something it wasn't? Nobody, that's who.

I was 18, at the time.

At least, I think I was.

But it was so long ago that I seem to have forgotten. But that's not really important right now. And besides, I don't really see the point in remembering something so trivial.

Anyways, the only thing I can recall, about myself, back then was I was shorter and a lot stronger than I am now. Since this is several years later of course, reflecting on my youthful years like this will definitely make me detect some obvious differences in my appearance now. But I don't like to dwell on them much.

Oh, and something I should probably mention is I was (and still am) an anemic. I was just born that way. I always hated that fact about myself, as it made me especially weak towards illnesses and other harmful diseases. And not to mention I was harder to take care of compared to a normal child. Since I needed all of this special care and certain needs- I hated it.

No, I despised it.

And I still do.

I hate the way people try and make it seem like I'm not a normal human being just because I'm weaker than normal.

It's not like I asked to be this why, really I didn't.
But my 'illness', sadly, resulted in me preferring to try and stay away from my species... I find them to be very loud and judgmental. And that's not a point of view I necessarily gained over time. It's just an opinion I've always had, ever since I was old enough to understand others- myself included.

Which I think was about seven years old. That's when I started to avoid people- even my parents sometimes. Which is why I would escape out of my window and take a visit to that house.

The house with the boy in the window.

That place was surprisingly so comforting and quiet. Like an enclosed haven. One that I only managed to find because of a rainstorm that suddenly caught me by surprise. Or at least, that's what I remember from back then.

That place was where I went when I needed a moment of peace and tranquility.

Which I rarely ever received, since my parents weren't really in the most... stable of relationships. Actually I'd describe it as a train wreck... a morally fucked up train wreck.

I think they were only staying together for my sake, but I don't really understand why.

Actually... I don't think they were ever in love with each other in the first place. If I remembered correctly, their marriage was a forced one. Which meant that I was just their shackle to this utterly pointless relationship... and this made me feel even worse than I already did..

But despite that I don't think I necessarily understood why they bothered even hating each other and God knows that I'll never get an answer.

Now that I think about it, I think this day started with a fight between the two. Which would explain why I even went to the house in the first place, since my caretakers fighting was always the most likely reason.