【Original】A World Behind Fences

---Chapter 1

The quiet hum of the computer sat in front of me was ringing loudly through my head as I sat on the hard plastic chair. An incredibly loud thumping sound pounded through my brain. The light shining from the screen began to sting my eyes as I stared at the music software I had open. Quickly, I looked away from it as it began to hurt more. Blinking my eyes fast, I looked around and rubbed them. How long have I been here? The sky was dimmer than before, and the sun was no longer high in the sky since the last time I looked. Glancing at the clock at the bottom of my computer screen I became a little freaked at the time. 5:00pm. I had been here for at least 6 hours! Man anyone would think I was a nerd or something, no way would the guys at school think it was cool for me to hang out at a library for 6 hours straight. Looking out the large, white-framed window, my black hair flopped in front of my face, a small hair poking my eye. Blowing the lock of hair away as I felt the sting of the hair, I noticed that it was quite a nice sunny day outside. I could feel the heat of the big ball of flame in the sky was beaming down, burning my eyes and my quite tanned skin, a warm hug like feeling was wrapped around my face and arms. It was raining as I left home this morning. What weird weather. It had been like that all week. Putting my hand onto my cheek bone, and leaning my elbow on the desk I sighed a little. All of a sudden, a cold hand was placed on my shoulder shaking me from my thoughts. I jumped slightly as the cold feeling touched my shoulder, sending a large tingling feeling down my spine.

"Siha, you okay?" Someone asked. Spinning around quickly I could feel my heart was pounding loudly, and I had the feeling that something bad was going to happen. The feeling was painful, and thumped through my body, sending weird signals. Such a thing had never happened to me before, was I sick? Did I need a doctor? No. I couldn't afford one. Nodding a little as I glanced at the ground, I could feel a small dribble of sweat running down my forehead.

"I... I'm fine, hyung..." I replied smiling. I looked up at the person. He was quite tall, and had raggy, loose clothing on their quite thin, lanky body. His face was speckled with bad acne, and he had a scar above his left eyebrow, which I couldn't remember where he got it from. Probably was something stupid, like most of his scars. He had many scars, but this one was the one most visible at a glance. He leaned close to my face. It was a little too close for my liking, so I spat at him. Natural reflexes, I guess?

"Duuuuuude!! What's up in your grill?" He asked wiping the drops of spit from his bronzed face. I frowned.

"You know I hate it when you get that close to me, hyung." I answered. He laughed, a row a pearly white fangs was showing through his thick pink lips.

"Sorry, Siha!" He smiled and patted me on my head. I rolled my eyes a little at his gesture.

"Right, Rex hyung."

"I really am Siha!"

He was a weird guy, we met back in elementary school, his real name wasn't Rex- it was just a nickname he liked to be called. His real name was Song EunSa. He thought it was a girly name, so he just made everyone call him Rex. Though, quite often I'd accidentally call him Eun, which I don't think he minded if I did it. To be honest though, I never really know what Rex is thinking. He might mind it, but he never tells me. I can't really read his body language, or facial expressions well. Aside from happy and sad, I have never seen him mad. He is... well... odd? He always carries around this silly little pink bracelet that his father gave to his mother, and wears it around his wrist all the time that made him get picked on a lot. There was multiple times he got detention last week alone, he always seems to get detentions for the stupid things. He never did his homework himself, I always did it. However, we were close nevertheless. I would always stick up for him at school. Even if it was the biggest, most mean looking bully I would stick up for Rex. This would always get me beaten up, and made my mother angry at me for always having bruises on my face. She always thinks that Rex is a bad influence, however I know that isn't true. He is my only friend. I can't really say much about him, I'm a bit of a weirdo too. Smiling again, he put his hand on the top of my head and began to pat it.