MUTE GIRL- BECAUSE I'M MISSING YOU

New trouble -Aki-Oppa

CH3

Girl's P.O.V

I hear a song play in my mind. It's clear and loud that I cover my ears hoping it'll soon stop. I close my eyes and listen to what I felt and see what I feared.

A small boy appears in front of the 10 years old me. He's in a wide white room with nothing else insight.

He sticks out like a crimson rose in black and white daisies. I couldn't help but notice how awkward he looked. Not only was he small and short for his age but I almost mistook him for a girl.

For one, his clothes were too big. He looked like he was swimming in them rather than wearing them. His face was too frail and his eyes were too wide with an odd color; scarlet. His ears stuck out on either side of the baseball cap he was using to hide his dark, curly hair, but sadly it wasn't doing its job very well. His mouth was too small his nose was too small. Everything about him was small and simply putting it he looked as though he was in the wrong body.

I walked up to him full of pride and confidence and giggled when his head snapped up. He looked at me with frightened eyes, which I enjoyed seeing. I didn't say anything for a while but simply stared at him for the longest time. I wasn't sure why and I still don't know now but his eyes, there was something about them that captivated me. It could've been the fear in them, the softness, the warmth, the darkness, the innocence, the secrets or power they held. Though I never found out, I was too long hooked; now I wanted him.

I held out my hand and introduced myself in a gentle voice. He looked at it then back to my face and lastly to my hand again. It felt like I watching a puppy. He laid his on mine and whispered his name

" N-Nightguard, A-Akira Nightguard."

I opened my eyes and the same 11 years old child stood there- right in front of me. The child smiled widely and instantly morphed into a teen. His face, his hair and his eyes were the same yet they weren't. There was a difference; he had changed.

He looks around me as if searching for someone then backs to my face.

" So you can talk huh?" he casually walks over and stands beside me.

"I'm surprised you noticed I was there though, oh, and I'm sorry to interrupt but I heard you singing and I couldn't help it. My name is Akira by the way I just transferred from Australia, today is my first day. I was just running away from some fan girls and ended up here; sorry to have bothered you." He finishes with a carefree grin facing my way.

Yep. He's different.

"Your name?" he asks

His smile was more confident, his voice was deeper and his tone was smooth and heart stopping.

"Do you have a name? What do they call you?"

His hair less curly, his frame straight and dominating,

"Can you hear me? Hello?" he waves his hand in front of me.

His face was more muscular, less fragile, less delicate.... And his eyes. His eyes were... were...

"Does this mean I have to kiss you to wake you?" I snap to the fact that his face was only centimeters away from my own and immediately step back.

How long was I staring at him for?

He chuckles and leaned against the bars behind him.

"So that gets your attention huh..." his index finger touches his lip.

"...I'll remember that next time." He winks.

I was less scandalized than I was speechless. All I could do was stare at him. Who was I listening to? What was I meant to say? What did he want?