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He slowly pulled up the long sleeves that hid my disgusting way of life. I heard him sigh. Then I felt his hand land upon my head; I shrunk back a little, waiting for the pain to come. After a second, and not feeling any thing I looked up. He was staring at me concerned. I looked at him my eyes slightly brimming with tears. “Why didn’t you hit me?” I whispered looking back down at the ground, my hair falling over my eyes forming a barrier around me. I couldn’t look at him he was so beautiful and pure, while me, a disgusting fowl creature had no right to gaze at him, let alone exist at all.

“Why would I hit you? You haven’t done anything wrong.” His voice, it was so clear and melodic like wind charms, and so warm and smooth no hint of bitterness or hatred betrayed it. It seemed to be melting away the fear. But it didn’t make sense what did he mean? I had done something horribly wrong, it was despicable a shame to this world, it would be a shame to any world where such a beautiful creature could exist. “What do you mean I haven’t done anything wrong? Can’t you see arms? I’m horrible I don’t deserve to exist.” I whispered bitterly my voice going up with my last few words, I looked down at the ground. I felt my head being tilted up. Warmth beginning to spread into my face, but I don’t know if it was from the warmth of his hands or from my embarrassment for being seen by him. Once again I was looking into the sea of ice that warmed me.

“Don’t say that you do have a right to exist everyone has a right o exist. Yes I can see it but that doesn’t mean anything.” He said calmly. He let go of my head and pulled up his arm sleeves. I gasped when I saw. Etched over his arms were cuts going in every direction. “So does this mean I’m horrible? That I don’t deserve to live?” he asked me. I looked up; all I could do was shake my head. “Good, so it’s settled we both deserve to live. Now come on lets go.” He stood up and extended his arm to me.

“Where are we going? I wont go to the office.” I said slightly bitterly, placing my hand into his. “We won’t, it’s just that schools going start in 2 minuets and I doubt either of us want o be late.” His voice seeming to enchanting me. He helped pull me up. I stumbled a bit as I stood; I hadn’t realized I was trembling so much. “And your sure your ok?” he asked catching me by my shoulder before I could fall over. I nodded, and looked around I saw my bag in the garbage. As I walked towards it I let out an exasperated moan as I saw my backpack had the words “Emo, Cutter, Loaner, Loser, Shit”written all over it.

“Damn what’s their problem?” I heard him cuss under his breath. I looked around as I pulled it out of the trash. “It’s fine I’ll just wash it out when I get home.” I said nearly choking on the words as they came out.afraid of what my father would say when he saw it. “I’m so sick of this why can’t they leave me alone. No it’s my fault I shouldn’t have been so bad.” I thought squishing down any pity I was felling for myself.

The bell rang ahead of us and we both turned our heads towards the school “I gott’a go.” He said starting to head off towards the small classroom buildings. “Wait!” I called, I was immediately shocked at myself, why had I done that why had I disrupted him how could I… “Yeah what is it?” He asked stepping back towards me. “Um… I was wondering what was your name?” I was surprised that he could hear e, it had more breathed the question than actually said it aloud. “Oh my names Damien; and yours?” He asked flipping his hair slightly out of his face, but it just trickled back across his eyes into its original position. “It’s Alana but I go by Sora.” I whispered out to him. “That’s pretty you should live by that name be free like the sky.” I looked at him no one knew that’s what Sora meant. It’s a Japanese name that means sky, but most people think of that stupid video game when they hear it. He began to walk off away towards the classes, his stride fluid but also strong, yet so fragile, “How could one look so strong yet so easily able to be broken?” I pondered as I dragged myself to me first class where I knew they’d be waiting to torment me when the teacher had his back turned.

All day I thought about him about his name how an Angel Could have the name of a demon. His eyes, how they seemed to entrance me accept me. “But I can’t believe that I’m evil and disgusting a sin of this world. I have no right to live I only live to make people lives worse”. The thing that I thought about but seemed the hardest to grasp my self around was, his arms. How could something so beautiful have been defiled such as that, his scars were wild dark and cold like a bite from a vicious beast frozen over by the merciless cold, and then again I would think about his eyes and the warm ice that flowed with in them…

“Finally.” I whispered beneath my breath. This was my favorite class Japanese I loved it I loved the language how every symbol was like a tiny piece of art and how the words were like music. Finally it was the last period finally I would be out of this torture, but I would be led back into the real hell that was always their waiting. I took my seat at the back corner; I liked this place because unless people really tried hard to look they wouldn’t have to see the sin that walks along with them in their clean world.

The teacher’s words began “Today we have a new student from Washington, class I would like you to welcome…” I didn’t even hear her last words I heard them in a different voice a cold whisper that sent cold water trickling through my veins “Damien”. The breath seemed to escape me but I didn’t care I was to shocked, once again I was in the presence of perfection in its most imperfect way.

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