Student x Teacher - Boy x Boy (Completed)

The Reason Behind Living Alone

Days have gone on by as I lay weakly in a bedroom with only one small window. A white room with nothing but a bed. It is silent. Too silent for comfort.

I lift a hand up above myself and stare at it. Clean white bandages are wrapped around my little fingers. I can hardly feel them as they are numb and if I try to move them they hurt.

I suddenly see a young boy’s face flash above me with his lips moving as if speaking to me then it disappears. Who is he?

The young boy's face dissapears. I slowly sit up holding my head as everything grows fuzzy and my head is spinning. I don’t know why but I can’t remember anything from after a few days ago. It feels strange to not know what happened. An erased memory which won’t come back.

The room smells of fresh paint. Maybe the walls were repainted recently. The room did look a bit too perfect but only for an empty room. I don’t like the fact that this room is completely white. Even the curtains are white. It's too familiar.

I suddenly hear light footsteps coming from the door at the other end of the room. I stare at the door waiting to see who it is. The door handle slowly turns and opens. That young boy in my vision; it’s him. His blue eyes look into mine; sad they are. He turns his head away. He doesn’t even look that much older than me.

Another man suddenly walks into the room and over to me. An older man. He sits on the edge of the bed as I slowly sit up wondering what is going on. I look at the boy then the man.

“Hello Shiro, I’m Hiroshi Amari. I’ll be looking after you for a while. Are you feeling better now?” The man has short black spikey hair and a long narrow face. He has dark brown eyes which regard me softly. He is broad around the shoulders too. He wears a black coat and long black trousers. I have no idea what is going on. I have nothing to lose as I can’t remember anything. My instincts tell me to trust this man. I am a little kid after all.

With that Hiroshi stands up and holds his hand out to me. I look up at him a little dazed then slowly push back the blankets that cover my body keeping me warm. I shift my legs over the edge of the bed and place my feet on the wood flooring. I pause a moment looking down at my feet then stand up. I look at the hand that is held out to me then I reach out and place my hand to his very gently.

He clasps his huge hand around mine lightly then leads me to the door. My hand doesn't hurt at this moment as he holds it but he holds it gently. I walk closely by his side like a little lost puppy and look across at the boy who leans against the wall.

Our eyes meet for a brief moment. His eyes are teary. I wonder if I am ever going to see him again. He looks upset and lonely. I can’t help but keep looking at him as I walk with Hiroshi.

***

It’s been a month now and I’ve been living with Hiroshi and his wife Violet. A lovely couple they are.

I sit by the window staring at the city in the distance. The sun is just starting to poke its head above the skyscrapers and give the world its warmth. I haven’t spoken a word since I moved in with Violet and Hiroshi. I just sit by the window staring out thinking about my lost memories and that boy.

“Shiro, breakfast is ready.” A sweet gentle voice calls for me. I turn and look at Violet with an emotionless look then back out the window. As nice as they are I just can’t bring myself to talk or smile. I’m trapped in a bubble. Everything I want to touch or see is out of my reach and things that reach for me can’t pop the bubble.

I feel soft hands rub my shoulder then bring me into a hug. It’s so familiar but I only remember a beautiful lady with long brown hair who used to hug me like this. I don’t understand what the adults are telling me. They say I have a new family because my real one has gone to heaven.