Flashback: aosuke (age 17)

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"geez,you're such a pussy. Look at you."

Emiko approaches me as I lie in my own pool of blood.

I enter her head.

"If you came to bully me,too...make it fast. I don't want to feel anything anymore..."

Her eyes shift to something of concern.

She kneels, examining my wounds.

"You...remind me of myself..." She mumbles,getting some alcohol out of her purse.

She pours a bit on my open scratch and I wince and she looks at me.

"It's just alcohol,stop crying."

She focuses back on tending to my wounds.

I didn't understand.

I never had an actual conversation with this girl until today.

She always made fun of me.

And now...she was helping me?

She meets my eyes,seeing that I'm staring at her.

She smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear.

"Don't get too chummy okay,I felt sorry for your dumbass."

Her eyes...they glistened with pain.

The same loneliness I struggled with.

She was right.

She reminded me of me.

I look down at my wound.

Then back up at her face,taking her features in.

She ...was rather pretty.

If you looked past all the bruises and scratches ...she had such a pretty smile.

It was weird.

I felt an attraction for her,something I've never felt towards women.

I've always liked men.

My heart was set on Junya.

He was the most beautiful thing to me.

But she had a different beauty.

It made me feel safe...and she made me feel like I could be myself around her.

I lie back,staring at the clouds as she continues to wrap my wounds.

"Why didn't you fight back?" She asks me.

I'm quiet.

I raise my other arm up.

"Sometimes...I kinda like the pain. Sometimes I feel like I deserve it..." I sign to her.

I look at her. "I think I just didn't have any more fight in me." I add.

She tilts her head.

She stands up,sighing.

"You're fucking stupid..." She mumbles.

I look at her.

She wasn't looking at me the same way those bullies did. It wasn't pity. There was empathy in her eyes.

Whether it was genuine or not...I couldn't tell...

"Thank you." I sign.

She smiles.

"If this happens again,I'll make sure to add to the wounds. You hear me?"

With that,she walks off.

I reach up,feeling my heart through my chest.

Why was it beating?

Was it her?

What was...this unusual feeling...?

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