His Butterfly

Chapter 2

I looked out the window in awe at the many buildings we drove by. Japan was so nice and big, how did I get here? I noticed on some of the billboards, I was in weird fashion clothes, and that wasn't the worst things yet. I was in some bikinis, making my face beat red with embarrassment. If my parents saw these billboards, they would be ripping me to shreds. I don't even remember talking those kind of photos, and a model?! I didn't have the confidents to be that, I wasn't certainly not fit to be a model and I certainly am not now. I continued to stare out the window, minding my business as the two guys up front were chatting about something. The winged man tried to get my to talk but I didn't know him or the other guy so I just stayed silent. 

We soon arrived to the building where our interview was and man there were alot of people and cameras. This wasn't my life, this couldn't be my life. The two guys stepped out, the cameras flashing so much as the people were yelling and cheering. Soon my door opened but I scooted backwards away from the door. I wanted to stay in this car, where I'm safe and away from all these people. The winged man popped his head into the car, giving me a concerned look.

"(N/n)? What are you doing, we're gonna be late" He spoke, holding his hand out to me.

"There's too many people and camera's. I want to go home." I spoke in a whisper as he had a confuse look on his face.

"What is up with you? You like these things, these never stopped you from doing interviews" He stared at me, keeping his hand held out for me as I didn't know what to do.

"Can you both hurry up, we need to hurry" I heard Bean Jeanist speak as I frowned.

I can't do this, I can't be someone I'm not. I took a deep breath, grabbing the winged man's hand as he helped me out of the car. The camera's began to flash rapidly as I shielded my eyes from the cameras. I could hear my name being shouted repeatedly as I walked close to the winged man to the doors. I wanted to hide somewhere forever away from this crowd, but honestly I wanted to go home, where I belonged. We entered the building, as I sighed with relief, I was finally free from the crowd and the cameras. I looked around the building, noticing some posters so I walked towards one and noticed it was me, in the hero outfit I have on.

God, was that truly me? It looks exactly like me, that I began to wonder if this was truly my life and where I thought my life was, was a dream? Everything didn't make any sense, but how could it when I don't remember any of this stuff. The winged man, grabbed my hand and started walking towards the elevator where Best Jeanist was waiting for us. I must've been dozing off while I was staring at the poster of me. We all walked into the elevator as Best Jeanist picked the floor, closing the elevator doors and we were now going up. It was silent, as I stared at the ground, everything seemed so unreal for me. I wish we didn't go to this interview, I could be finding answer in the house I woke up in but apparently I go to these things, is what the winged man said.

We soon reached the floor, the elevator doors opening and I just quietly followed Best Jeanist and the winged man to the certain room for the interview. Oh god, what if they ask me questions?! How am I suppose to answer them when I don't even know the answers to myself!? I really hope the talking will go to the two guys and not me. Best Jeanist opened the door as me and the winged man enter the room. There was cameras everywhere, and an audience, like some talk show. Is this what interviews are like? I already dislike it with all these cameras and all these eyes on you, it made my skin crawl. The winged man said hello to some of the camera crew before chatting with someone. I just stood there, awkwardly because what the fuck was I suppose to do? I don't know anyone here.

"(H/n)!" I turned my head to the side to see a woman walking towards me. She looked so beautiful but was she talking to me?

"Uh me?" I pointed at myself, questioning if she was seriously speaking to me. I never talked to a beautiful women before, especially back at home. I always felt like they hated me because I wasn't beautiful like them or if I some kind of rival to them. This was definitely new to me.