The Red Bullet Queen

//Ghosts Of The Past V//

//GHOSTS OF THE PAST V//
-Park Yoobi Point of View-

I tried to shrink myself. I gulped and my dry, sore throat ached in pain. I pulled my knees closer and buried my head into my tights.

I wrapped my fingers on the other arm's wrist and pressed hard until I knew it will leave prints on my skin.

I closed my eyes. I wished, I desired, I wanted nothing else than to see dark. But no. Colors kept on popping in front of my eyes.

Eyes of the people, who were long lost. Souls of the creatures that I wasn't sure if ever exsited. The auras' colors of human beings.

The ability to see it, which my mother gifted me with birth, was now haunting me like my worst nightmare.

All I wished was a little bit of dark. A little dark corner where I could be by myself. There, I wouldn't have to see what other never noticed.

"Are you alright?"

The voice came from above my head. How come I didn't hear the person stepping in? But I didnt lift my gaze. I just tightened the grip around my legs.

"Yes, don't worry."

I said and shook as I felt the person lean on the wall and slid down to the floor to sit next to me.

I pressed my face harder into my tights, which were shaking from intense practising. If I had looked at him, the one who came, I was sure to see something that no one else saw, as always.

"You dont seem too good. Does your head hurts?"

He made assumsions. No, not only my head. My mind, my heart, my soul, my body and my spirit was screaming, begging for freedom.

"I'm just a bit tired."

I lied. He either ddn't sense that I wasn't honest or was polite enough to ignore it.

"Are you sure? I can help your way to the doctor."

He offered nicely and I just blinked few times quickly closing my eyelids again as I saw glimps of the color shining on the clear floor.

"No need. I'm all good."

He bitterly giggled and got closer to me. I still didn't look.

"You didn't glance at me once. You didn't even look up. You're not okay, are you?"

He asked and it seemed like he had asked for a million times already and this might just been the last one.

"If I tell you I'm completely, perfectly, totally fine...will you believe me?"

I could feel him shake his head.

"Hey, even a blind man could see you're not."

I unintemtionally chuckled sourly. He had no idea how much I wanted to be in that man's place now.

"I thought so that you wouldn't believe me."

Is sighed and tried to gain back my concentration. Sometimes I would manage to keep all the ghosts away.

Sometimes I was able to forget how much everyone hated me for being me. But I was just like someone else. And I loved that someone else no matter what other thought. It still hurt that they couldn't accept neither my mom or me the way we were.

"Tell me, if you're not in physical pain, which I can tell you're not. Maybe you need my help getting those demons out of your head?"

The guy suggested and I laughed almost not bitterly. There was no monsters I feared, because all the demons lived inside in my head. What a lucky guess.

"If I wanted, I could have asked my father to do so. He would have gladly made it happen years ago."

I said sad truth. I knew my father loved me just like my mom, but he would have also gladly changed me. Or at least part of me that didn't go well with his believes.

"What? Is your father a magician or something?"

"Better." I sarcasticlly aswered. "The priest."

For a moment practice room got silent. I almost thought he was going to leave now, but the guy spoke again.
"So you really do see spirits and stuff?"

I fought back the urge to lift my gaze at him and check if he was truly curious and won't make fun of me. But I didn't want to see unnoticable again.

"Kind of."

I exclaimed slowly, I had no idea if he had understood if I tried to explain.

"For real?"

"For real."

"Tough, huh?"

"Yeah."

The conversation seemed to be coming to an end. I didn't dare to open my eyes.

"You're scared to see them?"

I couldn't believe it. It was either that obvious or he just really knew what is up with me.

I cringed and tightened the grip once again and now I almost couldn't breath. My skin bewildered as I felt him getting closer.

"Don-don't come closer."

I said stuttering and he stopped. I sensed that my words hurt him. But I knew, if he touches me, if I feel him close, I won't be able to fight the urge to open my eyes.

"Am I making it worse? I can leave."

Maybe if he had left it would have been better, but I almost shouted as he suggested. I felt better with him around.

"No. I'll be alright."

He nodded and just pulled away a bit. I was sure he now had his arms tight around his own knees.

"Can I ask you for something?"

I hesitated. If he's going to ask like if there is any ghosts in the room or maybe what color is his aura, I'm gonna faint.

For years I would unintentionally say those things around the people, who just made fun of me after. For years I made that mistake.

I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't talk to anyone about it. But, I told him. Out of the blue. I just hoped he won't ask that.

"Yes?"

My voice was so low and deep it seemed like coming from graves hole that I digged for myself.

"Can I see your face?"

Howevet I didnt look up at him. I lost the track of time. When I finally opened my eyes it was dark outside already. All the monsters went to sleep.

Yet, I was still here. With all the demons screaming inside as I saw a little drawing on the small piece of paper lying on the ground in front of me.

The guy was gone. But I took the drawing. It took me a while to undertsand that he was trying to portray me in the corner of the dance studio.

I grinned and glimpse, left-overs of his aura shined in front of my eyes. They were green. Calming and reminded me of nature. So that's what he is like...

I flipped the drawing.

I'll protect you from the danger. Trust me.

I grinned. I trust you.

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