Reaching You

Chapter Two- Glad You're Here

 What's this strange sensation I'm feeling? Am I not dead? Or maybe you can't die when you're already dead. My fingers, they're trembling and my head is spinning yet it feels nostalgic. Am I missing Donalone? That cruel selfish world? What's wrong with me? My family never did really love me and I cared for no one. Even in that cruel world, people still had friends. Except...me. Why am I so lonely? I just wanted to be loved not hated.

* In Donalone; A few years back

Donalonians is what we were called. Anyone younger than the age of thirteen were required to attend the School that was based off of schools on Earth. The School was different than the schools on Earth since you were taught how to become a better fighter not a better person. Every day for eight hours straight we fought and fought, then learned how to fight even better. I never understood why we fought; we had plenty of resources and a fair enough society, yet the people fought and the Elders never stopped us. The Elders guided us and told us what was good for us, however, there were those who refused to fight and opposed the Elders, but no one really cared so they were killed the next day.

In the School, we were separated by two things: Good Fighters and Bad Fighters. I was with the Good Fighters and, redundantly, the majority of them were guys. Some would expect that there would be nice guys who would talk to the girls, but they are so very wrong. The guys raised in Donalone are rude, ignorant, and selfish. I'm not over exaggerating either. They'd have fights every minute in class and disrespect the teachers. At least once a week they would hurt a girl and not even feel guilty. Of course, I'd come home with wounds everywhere but my family couldn't care less.

I had an older sister and two older brothers. Since, I was the youngest, my siblings chose to ignore my existence. My sister cared more about her nails than me, and my brothers forgotten about me. Both my parents were dead three days after my mother gave birth to me. Some said that I looked like my mother who had ash colored hair that was straight like a waterfall, eyes the color of chocolate mousse, and a smile to warm hearts. I wanted to know more about my parents but my sister blamed their death on me so she refused to tell me. I didn't even bother to ask my two brothers. So, I told myself everyday that I was okay with not knowing much about my parents and knowing that I was unwanted by my family. 

At the age of thirteen, I graduated top of my class so I was deployed to go to the Elders to receive a fighting position and area. The day I went to the Elders was one day I could not forget. I went to the Elders Square which was a quaint area with lots of flowers and sunlight. Not one bit of depressed fighting was detected. I walked to the main building with a smile on my face which were very uncommon. I felt my head bump into something. "I'm sorry!" said a voice but when I opened my eyes, there was nothing there. Soon, I felt eyes staring at me in a condescending manner. I began to quicken my pace.

I waited at the reception area for about an hour. My eyes began to observe the area. Sixteen year old guys would brag to their friends about their new masculine wings while the girls flexed their girly wings  out hoping to get the attention of the guys. Being wingless and only thirteen made me feel left out so I began to mess with my fingers. "The guys are way too cocky, don't you think so too?" asked a strangely familiar voice. I looked up and saw a boy around my age looking at me. "Hi, my name's Adam. I was the one you bumped into earlier," he said nonchalantly.

"I'm sorry for bumping into you and not paying attention," I said automatically, I was used to apologizing, "My name's Hikari, nice to meet you." Adam smiled and talked to me for long periods of time. We talked so much that when the receptionist finally called me up, I didn't want to go. "Let's meet up at the Square tomorrow!" Adam said and with that, his blond head left the building.

"Hurry up Miss Torrow, the Elders are very busy people!" the receptionist said. Her wings were folded in neatly and walked with much power. I lowered my head and ran to catch up as she went through the extensive marble hallways. As I rose my head, I peered around. The whole building was a piercing white. It was precise,neat, yet mysterious. It somehow held a certain depth to it that I couldn't comprehend. By the time I focused my eyes back on where the receptionist was, she was already opening massive glass doors.