Being Mine

Neil didn't want to be in this position. Where someone feels sorry for him, no. That's why he shuts down what happened to him. But it's too late. Skylar and Sain already knew it. Neil feels like he lives in a small world so he doesn't know where to flee when he's chased by pity.

"Neil." Sain's voice broke the silence in the school parking lot that began to desert. The man stood on the side of his motorcycle next to Neil.

Neil ignored him, he looked for the key in his pants pocket but couldn't find it. He remembers putting it in his pants pocket, but now it's gone.

"Neil, your ears are in trouble." Neil turned his head looking at Sain and perhaps a little grateful that the person standing before him was not an ordinary human being, he felt a little normal again. Where his life still revolves around hating Sain.

Neil ignored Sain and turned to return to class because the key could have fallen there. Just a few steps away, Neil's back was thrown something. He tiredly turned around and found the key to his bike that Sain threw, but Neil didn't say anything he picked it up and rode the bike.

"Nothing you want to talk about?" asked Sain with his arms crossed as he looked at Neil with his dark eyes.

Neil put on a helmet and turned on the bike. But Neil knew Sain was never silent.

"You can't talk?" asked Sain once more.

Neil turned his head towards Sain who was combing his hair with his fingers. Then his hands fell holding his hips. He snorted, "What a look."

"I hate you, Riksa." With just that, Neil immediately gassed leaving Sain screaming behind him.

He's too much.

***

Neil's bike slowed down right inside the mouth of the alley, he pulled the bike over there. Neil trembled slightly as his eyes went around staring at the place where his life was blown to pieces. He stepped steadily more into the alley, observing how this place was so exactly as in his memory.

Neil's eyes were fixed to find a mirror leaning against the wall. As Neil recalls the mirror had gold and deep red rose patterned wood carvings on its frame. The mirror shouldn't be here. Who put it there?

But what makes Neil feel awkward is that there are no cracks there, where Neil should have smashed that mirror before. Yet the mirror was still as smooth as untouched, or maybe it was because he was in a different world, in a place like any other dimension. Where things are not interconnected here. Neil didn't understand, all of this was very contradictory to his logic.

Neil stepped closer to see more clearly. Although he had seen it repeatedly still he wouldn't be able to get used to not seeing the reflection of himself there. The shadow redeemed Neil. It looked like he was a ghost.

Neil swept his fingers on the surface of the mirror. Cold and humid. This is where he started and this is where he ends. This was his only hope, Neil took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Neil's hand quickly swung strongly, with the sound of monstrous shards filling his standing place. The stinging pain in the grasp of his hand that hit the surface of the glass as well as the blood that melted out of his exposed skin. The mirror was now shattered into pieces, strewn under his feet. But as Neil looked around, he grimaced when he found out that nothing had changed like Neil's expectations at first.

Neil's body was pulled and violently pulled, to find Sain standing before him and shaking his shoulders tightly. Neil slightly looked up looking at the shiny black eyes that also looked back at him with blazing anger. He didn't know when Sain appeared until Neil didn't realize it.

"Are you satisfied?" hissed Sain.

Neil expressionlessly retreated to escape from Sain's clutches. Why is Sain here? He caught himself at his weakest point. To laugh at him?

By gathering the rest of his shame, Neil turned to leave Sain. But he realized it wouldn't go easy. Sain turned his back and Neil refused to look toward Sain. What are the other things? Neil thought. He wanted to quickly run away from here after he couldn't get out of the mess he created himself. And why should he also talk to people he should hate?

"What's wrong with you?" asked Sain, still as sharp as before. Does he care about Neil?

Neil's hand was still throbbing, convinced some pieces of glass were stuck there. He felt Sain staring at his hand, Neil looked down watching blood drip slowly to fall to the ground.

"You fool, what's the benefit of smashing that mirror?" Sain almost growled, it seemed Neil was more interested in looking at his blood than Sain standing before him. He saw Sain pick up a shard of mirror, and disturbed Neil's curiosity. Neil's eyes widened as he watched Sain scratching his left palm.

Neil felt his injured right wrist reached by Sain. He tried to let go but unfortunately, Sain had grasped it tighter. "What the other things, Riksa?"

"Are you the what the other? If you want to vent your emotions, you can do it to me, you fool," Sain sneered. "Close your eyes! Don't open it until I allow it."

"You want to kill me? Do it quickly," said Neil, closing his eyes. Sain snorted loudly in response to his silence.

He grimaced as the back of his hand was wrapped by Sain's palm. Neil was still following the plot played by this man standing before him, he didn't understand his purpose. The cold covered his hand as quickly as he came and as quickly as he left. Slowly the pain faded and she could re-feel how the sticky feeling of the bloodstains on the surface of her skin and the back of her hands felt warmly covered in Sain's hands. He was tempted to open his eyes but Sain hadn't allowed it yet.

"Why?" asked Neil curiously. For a moment he forgot about the incident he had experienced a few minutes ago.

"I said don't open," whispered Sain making Neil flinch at the lack of distance between them. Sain's breath was shaded on Neil's face and he shuddered slightly, but Neil kept his eyes closed. His legs seemed sticky on the ground even to shift it felt like he couldn't afford it.

"Open."

Neil's eyelashes fluttered only to find the black eyeballs staring at him so close, that Neil had to take a few steps back with their arms still linked.

"I thought you were asleep."

Neil refrained from rolling his eyes. He looked back at Sain with a question mark. "Did you think so?"

Sain showed his left palm, which Neil was sure was deliberately scratched with glass now looks like there was never a scratch. Neil stared in disbelief, he approached to look at her more closely.

"How can it be? I saw for myself that you—" Neil didn't finish his words, he instinctively grabbed Sain's hand, fingering the surface of Sain's palm with his long fingers.

How can it heal so quickly?

"I can't believe this, what did you do earlier?" Neil looked up to get an answer from Sain. But he instead finds Sain taking his eyes off Neil and pulling his hand quickly.

"You fool, you don't pay attention to your own hands?"

Neil looked at the back of his hand still floating in the air, finished he was holding Sain's hand just now. He was flabbergasted when he didn't find any scratches and pain there. There are just bloodstains.

Neil stroked his hand, looking in case he would wince in pain. But no, he didn't feel anything. "Riksa, what are you doing?"