• we all have our scars.. but remember, that they will soon be healed.

    i wake up to feel my sweaty palms and forehead, whilst i breathed deeply concentrating on my past life, its as almost as i was my 10 year old self again, too obedient to understand the meaning of fear. The past had come to haunt me yet again and it was no dream that anyone could face. I got up wearily to find a mature woman in the reflection of my bedroom mirror
    i sighed with disbelief, there was a knock on my frail door, "Hairu" i said with a croaky voice
    as the person entered he took two strides confidently towards me and leaned in slowly "morning!" the figure said with an alluring smile. All i could see were his scruffy hair and collar drooping from his shirt. "hmm" i said sleepily. He leaned in closer and whispered
    "you slept in today.. how about tomorrow you start to go to bed early"
    his warm voice muffled against my ears. It was the same voice that occurred to me on the bus.
    ~flash back~
    age:17
    year:1999
    event surprised n the bus home
    i sat with my arms wrapped tightly around my chest as i saw a man peer at me with a distinctively dodgy smirk, i thought to myself that going home was a life saver after all. It was late... with only a few people scattered around the bus, I myself were listening to the mistaken 90's music on my phone that always made me hurl, when the music faded instead of loud music, i could hear a loud voice instead. "awwright miss" a man said slurring his words i looked at him shuffling backwards on my seat.. but he came closer
    "how boutss i take yoouu to myy house annndd we can hwave a couple of dwinks??"
    I looked appalled at the drunken man wondering if this was actually a dream, the man lunged towards me grasping my wrist and pulling me effortlessly to him, i squealed like a troublesome pig, in the distance a man raised his head from his book and gazed at the dramatic commotion taking place at the far end of the bus, he stood from his seat and rushed towards the squealing pig.. aka, me.
    He grabbed the drunken man by the neck and pushed him from my direction.
    "are you alright?-" the man said looking at my wet face, but he was too late to complete his sentence, for the drunken man had already recovered grabbing the man and slamming him against the floor. the bus driver looked in his mirror and said "this isn't a wrestling ring!, its a four wheeled vehicle, so take your flimsy fight elsewhere!!"
    both men looked towards the bus driver in aggravation. The drunken chap eventually got off at his stop giving me a sinister wink. My face turned red and i burrowed into my legs.
    "hey.." a warm voice called.
    "are you hurt, did he do anything?"
    it was the man who had saved me from before..
    "y-yes.." i said almost whispering "he was k-kinda aggressive though.." i said taking a glance at my swollen wrist almost as red as my face.
    the man sat beside me and told me his name... i thought that Katsumi sounded quite feminine but i agreed all the same,
    "my name is Yuki" i said as i felt two wide tears streak down my face,
    "thats a beautiful name.." he said smiling at me
    "do you know what it means?" he asked wiping my tears with his soft fingertips,
    "no.." i replied solemnly he was surprised at my reaction,
    "it means snow, and winter is my favourite season" he said chuckling to himself.
    "I've just finished high school and i want to study somewhere.. but i just need to find my confidence" he said smiling sadly
    i only had to take one look at him and fall in love..
    ~end of flash back~
    and here he is now, in my house, wearing his designer slippers that he got off of eBay?
    i started laughing to myself loudly, he stood back with his hands on his head looking confused, but then it only took a few seconds before he started joining in making an even more outrageous sound then my piggy squeals.
    he stopped and pleaded " we should go on a bus for a date!!"
    i shook my head
    "no way, there could be some other drunken pervert trying to yank my wrist off"
    i looked at the scar and hesitated once more.
    "please.. you know you wannt tooo" he sung in a high pitched voice
    "you truly are awful" i grumbled going towards him and ruffling his bed headed hair
    "but you saved my life" i informed him, then he leaned in and tenderly kissed my lips.