"I totally have no clue where it came from. I just woke up and there it was on my bed."
"Maybe it was someone in the school?" Molly, her friend asked
"Who would do such a thing."
The girls bickered a bit and looked around the room for any suspects.
A pudgy, thick glasses kid caught there attention.
"W-why are you gazes fixated upon me?" He was holding a deck of cards in his hand.
"Cut the crap George. We all know you'd probably do it after what Samira did to me you at the rally last week," Molly slapped the cards from his hand. On the floor they scattered.
The kid immediately dropped to his knees and hastily picked them up.
"I- I have no i-idea what you a-are speaking of-" His concentration was too much on the cards.
"Cindy I don't think it was him." Molly interjected.
Next came the emo quiet kid in the back. I know what you're thinking; Emo, quiet, back of the room, prefect for a killer.
"Don't think you're safe back here." Cindy slammed the desk. The kid stared inclusively at her. He looked as unpuazed as a mom in a grocery store with a winy kid.
"..."
"Don't play games with me. Why would you do it?"
"..."
The kid pulled his desk back and put his head down.
"Cindy I think you're going overboard."
Lastly they turned their attention at the high school jock. The guy was who brought the school victory on the football field. He always wanted the glory and wouldn't stop till he got it all.
He realized this and looked away from their direction. Both Molly and him were always on the outs.
Before Cindy could get to him, Molly pulled her back. She shook her head.
Doing one final sweep, they turned there attention towards me. Cindy's eyes widened. Never before has she even spoken to or around me. She looked like a prosecutor who just landed their key witness.
Not even a few seconds went by before they were at my desk. Cindy started barking remarks at me but I didn't really care. I kept staring at Molly as her hair twirled in the gentle breeze which entered the room. Her eyes glistened like pearls as my desk reflected off her pupils.
It was as we were in a standstill until she realized she was staring at me. Her face reddened up and she hid herself.
"Molly?" Her friend asked.
"Huh- what? Why are we- Why are we bothering him?" Her face reddened again,"I'm so sorry Josai. Get over here idiot-" she pulled Cindy away.
"Ah. Stupid dumb love. It's all you need to get away with anything." I thought to myself as I started writing the next note.
In the metropolis city of Zroford lies a darkness within. At the strike of dawn residents go in. As the moon rises the fright begins. People begin to panic and shiver till they go thin.
Because from the beginning, there has been a legend. Of a young girl who dropped in a pool in her legginings. She screamed and howled for someone to save her that second. But none could make it before as she died partially naked.
Now at the dreary dread of night. When gouls and ghosts stay up to give people a fright. That girl now hovers over that small pool to curse the ones who visit the pond. And as the tale moves across the lagoon.
The last sound people hear is a crackle and then they're doomed.
"Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you right now?" She store at me. Her brilliant heart shape pupils looked coldly on mines.
There we were, stuck in a small dark room. The grey cinder bricks accompanied our loneliness. They were both stuck together with no other choice.
"Because. Would that really be love?"
"..."
"You say you love me. You say you want to be with me no matter what. You go out of your way make sure that you can have me but do you actually give me a choice? Do you actually make me give the choice as to who I want to love. Love is something that both parties must agree to. This is something you should already know yourself but it seems you ignore it all."
She backed off and sat back on the bed.
"Why can't you just accept that I don't love you?"
She sat in the bed. Her light pink hair covered over her eyes. She began trembling.
"Because...because," a tear fell down her eye, "I was never loved."
"..."
"I never could feel love. My family never loved me. They never even came to my graduation. They never even came to my birthday parties. I never even got a happy birthday or anything." Her voice trembled after every word.
"Yamaoka..."
"I only love you because I see how you treat HER. I'm tired of seeing HER being loved. Im tired of seeing you guys hug, or kiss or even just spend time with each other. I just want that. I want to be HER. I want to be loved."
"Yamaoka..."
Her eyes went back to a light gray. Her form went back to her basic human self. She curled up.
I sat next to her. Never before has she appeared so defenseless.
I hugged her. She slowly stopped crying.
"I understand. I understand everything you're going through. I understand what you want. I go through the same thing sometimes. Before when I was a child I always wanted attention. My big sister always got attention. "
"..."
"This made me angry. I then tried looking for friends at school to feel more accepted. I desperately looked for friends everywhere until I couldn't anymore. I was a fool for doing that."
"That's heavy."
"Yes. But I learned that while it may suck I had to work on myself. I learned that you have to love yourself before you love others. You have to trust what you feel feel inside. That's how you will learn how to truly love."
She pondered on the statement for a while.
"So, you're saying I should trust what I feel in my body and learn to love myself first before I can love others."
"Yes."
"..."
"Okay. I will do that."
"Great!" I was delighted to hear she got what i was trying to say. I began getting up from the bed. She immediately grabbed my hand.
"But I have one more thing I have to ask."
Before I could fully turn around she kissed me. She gave me a bear hug and held me tight.
"Do you love me?" I saw her eyes. No longer was she looking at me in disgust or anger. Now she looked tame. Here she was now being a true girl. The blushing from her hidden female display was now in full display. Never have i seen her like this.
She never stopped hugging me that night.
