Invisble

Invisible
Prologue
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Hey Guys~! ^_^

This isn’t exactly my first story, but this is my first ORIGINAL story with my own characters >w< I’ve RP’d, but this feels completely different. In a good way, I guess… xD;

Now, I hope you enjoy it~!! This is the prologue, so I’m afraid it sucks… horrendously TT_TT I just… cannot write good beginning, I’m sorry.

All characters belong to me. Please don’t steal them, onegaishimasu~

Oh! And just a heads up, the prologue is in first person. Just thought I should let you know. ^_^

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I couldn’t help but stare in utter amazement at Inoue-sensei…

“I think you have the potential…” is what she said to me

At first I thought she was simply saying this because it was her job. It was required for her to say good things about us, just for the sake of saying it. It was her job, she got paid, and made a living by spouting nonsense to younger students to prevent them from spiraling downwards and doing something that would dramatically change them.

But…

The look in her eyes…

She meant it? She really thought I could just leave this place and go to another school that was, without a doubt, way out of my league? I mean, sure, I got a fully-paid scholarship for it. But I just couldn’t bring myself to believe that these people really wanted me to attend this school. I couldn’t help but think that, maybe this was just one cruel, sick joke that would only lead to them laughing at my utter embarrassment that would have me begging the floor the open up and swallow me

“What…?” I finally answered after contemplative silence. I couldn’t help but frown at the smallness of my voice.

Why was my voice so soft and almost never above a whisper? Why did I have to be so short that many mistook me for a junior high student? Why was my hair so short and dark? Why was my skin so pale that I made a sickly person look at me with concern in their eyes? Why were my eyes a pale green and not a dark green?

Why do I exist and unnecessarily take up space…?

“I think…” the kind and gentle voice of Inoue-sensei roused me from my mulling “That you belong to that school…”

“Be…long?” I replied the word foreign and not a part of my mental vocabulary. Since when did I belong anywhere? This is definitely something new.

“Yes, I really think that school is good for you…”

“I don’t belong anywhere…” I mumbled, more to myself than to her, shuffling my legs self-conciously

“And why do you think that, Tachibana-san?” she asked

I had to stop and think; think about my not-so-happy past…

I grew up in a very loving family; with a mother and a father and an older brother and sister. We were one of those family where you just look and can’t help but think ‘Must be nice living in such a compassionate environment’ with a smile. My siblings and I rarely fought with each other because we didn’t want to stress out our mother, who stayed at home to watch us while our father worked to provide for us. When I was very young, about four or five years of age, we were on our way to a relative’s house for a visit. Everyone was talking, and laughing, and having a good time in each other’s company.

I suppose we were having too much fun living, that we didn’t notice the truck coming straight toward us…

I woke up from a drug-induced coma a few months later, the first thing I was told is that I was the only one to miraculously survive the fatal accident.

I guess this is just the universe’s way of saying that I don’t belong in heaven with my family…

I stayed with my aunt and uncle afterwards. They were devastated by the news of their family’s death, but they didn’t treat me with kindness or even the slightest amount of pity.

They didn’t abuse me physically or mentally.

They just… didn’t care…

They neglected me, leaving me to grow up and care for myself in an unloving environment while they made me feel as if I was a burden; a waste of valuable space that could be used another, more useful way. They made me feel as if I should have been the one to die, and only me.

I guess I don’t deserve to stay in a loving environment…

I left the place when I was about thirteen, choosing instead to stay in an apartment in the more lower-class part of town.

It was nothing different. I still felt so alone…

I attended the nearby Junior High, graduating in the top ten percentile. I didn’t stay for the entire ceremony, just long enough to get my diploma. I didn’t feel the need to stay. Why bother? I didn’t have a family that was ‘proud of me’. Watching others who had what I didn’t was just depressing…

Then I got that letter. The letter that left to do nothing but stare in utter bewilderment

I was offered a full-scholarship to one of the most elite private boarding schools in the world. All the wealthy and well-known children attended that school and enjoyed a life close to their many, many friends and –above all likelihood- admirers.

I had none of those things; not wealth, not a high status, and definitely not friends or people that looked up to me…

I don’t belong there…

Why did they even bother to waste airfare sending me that letter?

Were they trying to make me feel worse than I already do…?

Why…?

“Tachibana-san”

I was once again brought back to Earth by her voice

“Why do you have so much faith in me?” I asked. I had to – no, I NEEDED to know why she felt as though I could do this

She looked at me from behind her circular glasses, that kind look still in her eyes. One part of me really wished she would stop looking at me like that. Another, smaller, part of me longed to tell her everything about me and wanted her to hug me close and tell me that things will get better…

“Someone has to care about you. Don’t you think, Tachibana-san?”

I nearly broke down right there…

“You… care…?” I asked in a small whisper, eyes wide and mouth slightly open in shock

She nodded “Ever since I first saw you, Tachibana-san, there was always this look in your eyes. You always look so… sad and lonely. I was hoping that the other students would acknowledge and befriend you and that look would eventually fade away, but I’m afraid that that hasn’t happened…” she looked down, as if trying to hide the sadness in her eyes “I’m hoping, praying even, that if you attend this school, you’ll look… happier” she looked back up at me, a gentle smile upon that motherly face.

I wondered for a moment how my life would be if she had raised me. Would I be happier than I was now?

“Happier…?” I mumbled, now “I forgot the meaning of happiness quite a while ago…” my bottom lip was pinched between my teeth. There was no way I was going to cry in front of her…! I will not appear any weaker than I was now.

“Is it because you chose to forget, Tachibana-san?” Inoue-sensei said

I furrowed my eyebrow in confusion. ‘Chose to forget’? How in God’s holy name can I chose to forget a feeling that I longed to experience again? “What do you mean, Inoue-sensei?”

She smiled, once again. “I wish for you to think about it, please. Now, the dismissal bell is about to ring in a few minutes, so I shall stop the session right now. I will see you tomorrow, Tachibana-san” she stated politely

“Ah… yes.” I looked down, my hair hiding the familiar sorrowful glint in my eyes. Was it selfish for me to want to talk to her for just a few moments longer? Was it too much to ask for just a few minutes, or possibly hours of her time? I bit the bottom of my lip to keep it from trembling.

“Ne, Tachibana-san?” I heard her call to me

I grunted quietly in response, indicating that I was listening.

“Go to the school, please. I believe a better future is there for you” she reached towards me and lightly stroked the top of my head, a small yet genuine smile on her face

I felt the wetness run down my face before I could stop it. The tears rolled onto the underside of my chin and eventually drip onto the clenched fists that fisted the hem of my skirt

“Yeah…” I said simply, taking great solace in the warmth of her gentle hands…

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I zipped up the jacket that I had on, a few luggage bags piled at my feet. The silence that surrounded me was almost unbearable and caused a bad feeling to rise in my stomach for a moment before I shook it off. I looked around the small, empty apartment which I called ‘home’. Well, that’s not exactly it. They say home is where the heart is, right? My heart isn’t here though. Never had been, really.

I looked around the house which I resided in for nearly two years of my life. I had a lot of happy memories here-

Yeah, that was a joke…

I looked down at the small, bland coffee table which my plane tickets were upon, still in complete and utter shock about the fact that I was going through with this plan that still seemed like such a dream. It was just too good to be true. But it wasn’t a dream. I was going to do this.

I was going to do this because I wanted to…

With this mindset firmly in place, I grabbed as much of my luggage I could and headed out the door, coming face-to-face once again with the person who was responsible for my newfound determination

“Are you ready, Tachibana-san?” Inoue-sensei asked, a proud smile on her motherly face

I nodded in response and she started towards the elevator. Once I returned the key to the landlord, we headed out the door and to her car.

I couldn’t decide whether or not the ride was too short or too long…

Once my luggage was checked in, she smiled once again with a sigh “I guess this is it… ne, Tachibana-san?”

“Yeah, I guess…”

She reached into her coat pocket and took out a stationery set. I gasped, putting my hands up as if a defense “Inoue-sensei, I can’t take that…”

“Please, I want you to write to me as often as you can. Call as well, if possible” she bowed slightly before raising back up. “Hopefully, you won’t become too cool and forget about me” she said, a teasing glint in her eyes

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and she giggled at my reddened face “That won’t happen, Inoue-sensei…” I mumbled, somewhat embarrassed by her statement

“You don’t need to call me ‘sensei’ anymore, Ren-san. I’m no longer your counselor”

“O-okay…” I replied, the color on my face seeming to deepen. Then, I looked up at her. In all honesty, she was the only person I had ever talked to in school. She was the first person I could open up to. She’s…

My first friend. I smiled a small smile, feeling happy about that thought.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt her stroke my hair gently. I looked up, kind of surprised to see the seemingly sad looking smile on her face. “You need to go before you miss your flight, Ren-san. We’ll keep in touch, ne?”

The smile returned, slightly bigger than it originally was. “Yeah… we will, Inoue-san”

She brought me towards her and embraced me. I reluctantly hugged her back and just as reluctantly pulled away. I wave slightly to her as I headed towards the designated gate. Inhaling and letting out a deep sigh, I pulled back the ebony locks that curtained my right eye and flicked them behind my ear. I heard the intercom that announced that my flight was ready to board. In my seat next to the window, I looked out towards the runway and a content smile came along my face.

So I guess this was it. I was on my way to my better future…

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