Albino

Chapter 2:. Flashbacks

Freedom.

             Away from everything. I feel like a bird drifting off into the wide open sky cruising along the clouds with no worries at all.

                 I immediately ran home and climbed into my open bedroom window. My mother is going to kill me for leaving it open. I lie on my bed and cry in my pillow. Goodness that was so embarrassing.. I wonder how stupid or klutzy i looked, AND in front of that boy. Nothing ever goes right for me. Never eve-

                  My cellphone begins to ring. It's an unknown number? I let it ring a little while as I wipe my tears then I answer.

                  "H-hello?" I mumbled sniffling.

               "Hi, um this is the boy that you had ran into earlier at school today, the girl who gave me her number?" a deep soft voice says over the phone.

                  "Oh.. um yes.. this is h-her," I say hesitantly. Why the heck did I give him my number... am I stupid?

                "I just wanted to know if you are okay and maybe we could meet up later and talk about what happened today maybe?" He asks.

                   " I don't kno-"

                   "Please? I just wanna talk to you" He says with sympathy.

                   " I guess so," I say reassuringly "but where at?"

                  " How about the coffee shop on 66th and Journey street?" he says " I'll meet you there at 4:30 yeah?"

                    I reply with a "Yes"

                    "I'll see you then! :)"

                    We exchange our farewells and hang up. I sat upright in my bed and begin to think. Maybe this is the chance I've been waiting for? I hold the cross on the necklace around my neck my father had given me and i look up at the sky kissing it. Thank you father. 

                    I glanced around my room to my digital clock. 3:50 p.m.  I should be there early. I'll bring a book just in case he doesn't show up. I jump out my window making sure to keep it unlocked and start my walk to the coffee shop. I wonder why he wants to talk to me... He probably wants to know about the cuts. I bite my lip as I realize that I'm standing in front of the coffee shop already. I push the doors open and walk up to the cashier. I order a medium size green tea and walk to an empty booth and take a seat. I open my book and try to read but my thoughts got the best of me. What if he's just gonna make fun of me? I don't even know his name. Maybe I can ask him when he arrives. Yea, that's what I'll do. I sat there for about 20 minutes thinking about what he might talk about until I saw him walk up to me.

                    "Hey, how are you?" the handsome young man asks me as he plops down in one of the seats in the booth.

                    "I'm okay.." I answer.

                  "You don't sound okay," he says looking pitiful. "It's okay if you're not comfortable talking about it," he asks me hesitantly, "but what happened earlier?" He stared intently into my eyes. I knew I had to tell him.  I can see how concerned and determined he was that he was going to find out what had happened. I let loose a quiet sigh.. His eyes then plot right on my scars. My sleeve was slightly ruffled up.

                    I proceeded to slowly roll up my sleeve up to my fore arm trying my hardest not to hurt myself anymore than the pain the cuts had left on me.

                    "The kids.. at school.. they're so cruel you know?" I stammer as I try to keep the lump out of my throat, " ever since I had came to America all they have done is just been plain mean, they talk about me and bully me and they treat me so unfair" "I don't see how they can only focus on targetting me, I just don't get it, It's like they're only goal in life is to put me down and make me feel terrible when they don't even take a look at their flaws" "I can't help that I look hideous, I was born this way, I wish they would understand that." "I don't have any friends, literally, I have no one to talk to, noone to share my feelings with, nobody" "Nobody likes me, nobody wants to talk to me, i'm a complete outcast, a misfit, they expect me to be exactly like them, to be perfect.." I say as I begin to chokle up on tears, then a flashback comes back to me.

                    All I see are large fists flying at me. I can't feel my body, they grab me and they throw me inside of a pile of garbage, glass puncturing into my skin. They kick me and they throw me and they treat me like I'm a sack of laundry. My vision blurs as I struggle but I succeed to look at my arm and I see an extremely large piece of glass stuck inside of my hand. I see my bone. A man comes and hears the ruck-ass and shoos the flying fists away. He takes a good look at me, checks his surroundings, and just leaves. I am left there with no feeling in my body lying in a pile of glass and garbage. Then a student from one of my classes comes to me with a compassionate face and helps me up carrying me. he says to me "It's okay now, they won't hurt you anymore". I stare up at him. "I'll take you somewhere safe" he says to me. He takes me into an abandoned apartment building and proceeds to throw me atop the bed and begins to unbuckle his belt. I begin to scream and he puts his nasty, dirt encrusted hand over my mouth. He then slaps me and I kick him in his groin. I limp outside of the house before he can catch me.

                    I snap out of the flashback in full tears. The handsome boy grabs me and embraces me running his fingers through my hair saying "It's gonna be alright, don't worry". He wipes the tears from my eyes. "It's okay.. don't cry. I'm here for you. I know that many people hurt you in the past, but this is the present. I'll be here for you from now on." I look up to see him giving me the most compassionate smile I've ever seen. Wow he really cares about me. I wipe the last of my tears and drink my tea. I looked back up to his eyes and he gives me a toothy grin. I give him a small smile and look back down at my book. 

                    "I know this place where we can talk in peace." I nod. He gets up from his seat and held out his hand for me to hold. I wonder where he's gonna take me to. I get up and take his hand. I felt as if a spark went through my body when I touched his hand. I smiled the biggest smile I have ever smiled in my life. I look back and quickly grab my book before we leave. We begin to walk to the destination and as we are walking people are staring at me. I honestly don't care about what other people think about me. At this moment I'm on cloud nine. I am walking to a secret place, hand-in-hand with a cute boy, and most of all, I have a friend.