Metanoia, a Ghost Bird Fanfic

He likes my nose!?!?! O////O

I head through the halls thinking about my rotten luck, the people here are really aggressive. My nose is still throbbing but it's not too bad anymore, besides the pain makes it easier to stay grounded, and I need it.

I've been spacing out a lot today, the nine guys who are in my classes are seriously tiring me out. Eventually I decided to just turn off all my senses. It's a skill I've learned because being a vampire means I'm extra sensitive and sometimes it's better to feel nothing instead of everything.

Today I just focused on ignoring all of the people who's different fragrances pull me in like a riptide.

I can hardly remember anything I did today, I feel like a shell of a person. Empty.

This is surely better than the pain of being, well... me. Right?

Then why do I feel so horrible?

I touch my nose again so I don't have to think anymore.

It's going to bruise, mom's going to ask questions.

Fudge.

While wandering through the halls I nearly pass the door with a tag labeled "Nurse" I take a breath before stepping in. I see someone's back, although I can't see him I recognise him.

He also teaches my Japanese class, I wonder what he's doing here. Mr. Green has curly hair and one of the most radiant smiles I've ever seen. If I would have let it, citrus and ginger would surround me and I would have felt more at home than I ever have before. But I don't let it.

Instead I stand straighter and clear my throat.

Mr. Green spins around, "Oh, I didn't notice you were here. It took you a while."

I'm still am not prepared for the happiness in his eyes so I sharpen mine... wait! How did he know I was coming?

His eyes studies my face and his aura becomes more professional as he strides closer to me and bends down to examine my nose.

I try not to flinch back when his hand grabs my chin to adjust the angle, I failed. My head hits the wall behind me painfully and I hold my breath, panic crawling under my skin.

"Woah there you're alright. I'm the school doctor, don't get more injuries because of me." he says softly while raising his hand slowly again, this time holding it in front of my face without touching me.

So he teaches Japanese and is a doctor? He can't be more than in his early 20's. I want to ask him his age but I grunt instead.

Boy code right?

"I'm going to touch you again, I need to examine that cute nose of yours and I can't do that if it's pointing toward the floor ok?" He says gently.

Ok I know I should be more concerned about the throbbing in the back of my head and the fact I must look like I've been hit by a truck but... he thinks my nose is cute?

Sang! FOCUS!!

I take a breath and nod slowly. I watch his hand cautiously reach for my face. Memories of my mother flash through my head, her angry screaming as she claws at my face, or her foot stomping on my head while I lie on the floor.

My nose burns and I feel tears sitting in my eyes as I expect pain from his touch too.

Instead he cradles the side of my face with so much care, like I'm made out of glass and he doesn't want to break me. I don't think anyone has been so gentle with me before. My skin warms under his fingers and I suppress a shudder.