Chapter 2 Resurrection And A New Beginning

She walked with me back where I came from. I couldn't help but try to take a peek under her hood as we walked back but its shade was too dark to make anything out.

Her soft hand gripped ever so lightly to mine.

For where it seemed to be my entry we stopped and she turned to me.

I craned my neck up to look at her wondering and letting my eyes do the talking—Who is this cloaked person? I asked myself.

She gently got down to her knees relaxing on her calf, still holding on to me.

I don't know what made her to, but she decided to show me what she looked like.

I didn't know what to expect when she took hold of her hood, maybe I did but I just wasn't sure.

She looked up at me and I could see the face of a skull.

That experience was amazing because I had no fear for anything.

I stood in awe, my eyes wide open as she slowly moved her hood and I saw the most beautiful face materialize masking over the skull.

"You have dream in your eyes, don't let go of that"

She said in a clear sweet yet sad voice taking hold of my other hand.

My eyes could not let go of her, such a beauty.

Her straight long black hair, eyes that complimented her hair and pale beautiful face would have been enough to melt and kill my soul itself.

She looked like a teenager, probably Eighteen or Nineteen.

I was in love.

Can you believe it? A one year old in love. Quite funny if you think about it.

Her eyes were void of life, yet somehow sad. She was sad, yet she forced in a smile, the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen even though it was just a little...

Her smile disappeared and her grip to my hands loosened up when she looked away, eyes closed.

I slip my hand out and gently place them on her cheeks, they were so soft.

I yell out one word with a big smile and deep gaze

"Preettyyy"

Her eyes shot a tad open. I think she wondered how a child like me would say such a word to her. She looked back at me, her smile reanimated.

"Time to go"

"Awww, no. Stay"

Imagine me saying with a child's accent, I tried as much to gather the words but I was still a child.

I saw the look in her eyes when she spoke…

"You have too"

… It felt like she herself was in her own personal hell…

I couldn't say another word, obviously I was just a kid.

It felt sad to have the pretty lady leave me, I guess she saw it too in my eyes.

She grabbed behind my head and slowly drew me in closer to hers. We touch foreheads—our eyes closed— and she spoke after a moment.

"You have so much ahead of you, go live your life."

She turned her head just a little to the left and I followed her line of sight. She lifted her hand and caught nothing but air.

Out of thin air a door handle materialized followed by the door itself.

I felt my smile would cover my whole face as I looked, in awe of that trick.

She pulled the door in to open.

Colouring from the real would slipped through the door into the void.

I saw dad, restless and mom crying. I saw the doctors still working their butts off to get me back.

She lifts her head off mine looking straight into my eyes.

"Life wouldn't be easy, things will happen to you but always be strong".

I just looked into her eyes trying to understand those words.

"Now go, they're waiting for you."

Her hand slides off my shoulder down my arm to my hand as I walked towards the door. I stepped through only to see a bright light.

The next thing I heard was beep… beep… beep…

Doctors ran around to keep me stable.

Later after the doctors confirmed I was stabilized they told my parents everything, including the nurse's mistake that stopped my heart for almost 3 hours.

They also added that I self-repaired, no trace of anything, like I was born anew void of any impurity.

You see as we grow up the things we eat turn to have more bacteria than we imagine, even a growing child starts to accumulate, except for newborns.

After quietly spending two days in the hospital, occasionally cheered by my parents and burning the image of the lady into my head I was returned home…

Nothing changed. My parents were back to their same routine, dad blaming mom for everything.

Two months after the incident my parents separated and my dad won full custody since he was the one with financial stability.

Dad left the house and everything in it to mom…

A week after, dad and I were on the early morning flight to Tokyo. He had found a better job with permanent residence there.

I had to say goodbye to everything thing I knew and loved.

Everything was so amazing that I couldn't sit, I was giddy as the flight took off.

Dad and I sat by the window admiring the clouds, the pinkish glow of the rising sun over the horizon and the birds which soared in the sky alongside us.

Five years passed and I still could not get that memory out, heck all memories were stuck in there pretty tight.

Talk about having a boner for someone at an early age.

I never really concerned myself with making friends. I was far too withdrawn and living in my own fantasy to even bother.

To be able to see her again. To feel her soft hand in mine.

Life was hard in school. I was always picked on or beaten since I was this quiet person no one wanted to talk to.

… Or maybe they thought of me being weird?

Have you ever been in a situation which you saved another kid from a beat down, taking his place and in the end that kid you saved turns to beat you up? Yea, I went through that most of my life, but I never had a reason to lay my finger on them.

I knew they were angry, hurt and they needed to take it out on someone, they needed to let off some steam. I'd prefer to be hurt than let someone be hurting.

I had a gift, a dream to be an artist and I was good at it.

I'd always sit in the back of class no matter the school I went or grade I was in with my little sketch book and draw.

I see the world differently from how people do, every string of life, the words to the melodies of the song birds, the life in everything and I made sure to tell them in my art.

But the image of her kept reappearing in all my works.

I never failed class nor did I ever pay attention. I was always consumed but my art…

Geek, weirdo, dork, lame were words I was familiar with. I always wondered why I was called that because I was always so pumped, maybe it's because I had no friends or because I loved manga and my art?

Nah… It couldn't be manga, it's a rave in Japan.

It's my colour, I guess.

The worst place for a person like me to be is High School and I was only twelve.

All that I experienced as I climbed the educational ladder doubled.

Even worse was being moved around from one foster family to another as they feared I was just too quiet and I may have a psychotic breakdown or any mental disorder.

One psychiatrist to another I sat with, quietly worked my way through my drawings as they gave me long lectures and questions I didn't care to listen or answer.

I had everything. Dad made sure he left it all for me, but I couldn't touch them until came of age, sixteen. So why should I care what they had to say? It's not as if I wasn't independent… Dad had invested them all so by the time I came, the value would multiply.

Even a dork like me had a few admires; one or two girls said I acted cool, some said I was a bit Gothic since I loved dark arts more and others just loved the artwork.

They showed interest in me, but I never cared for them. See I never had the attraction a boy would feel for a normal girl… or boy just to put it out there. I'm not gay.

I never made out, I never went on a date, I never saw a girl naked unless you count the movies or pornographic, I never had sex. Basically, I was a virgin in every sense of the way.

Hey, quit your laughing will you. It's already embarrassing enough to say it.

I hoped when I got to that age everything would be better, but if you think it did you dead on wrong. Well, maybe just a little…