Seeing His Eyes - Chapter One.

Woken Up.

Doors opened and closed.
People were rushing, all of them I knew.
I stood in the middle of what looked like a to-be party. The hall was spacious at this time, and looked mysteriously dark. No one spoke, the only sounds I heard were footsteps, if that. They were all too quiet, considering they were running.
I walked up to my best friend, Ellen Young. I tapped her shoulder, half expecting her to run on. But she stopped. She waited for me to speak; only I was lost in thought. I stood there, wondering what to say. Then I looked into her eyes. Somehow, she was not the same. There was no happiness in her eyes, just pity. I wondered why.
‘Where are you going,’ I suddenly asked, without realising.
‘Do I know you?’ was all she said. It was a reply, but also another question. I looked at her in shock. I looked down at myself, to simply check if it was me. And it was. I had my hair in my usual plait, and wore my casual jeans and a tank top. What did she mean?
‘Amelia... Your best friend?’ I questioned her, with another question, funnily enough.‘No, sorry.’ She then ran off, silently.
This happened with more and more people. They all said the same, and it hurt to know that no one knew me. No one understood me. I felt alone. My mother didn’t even recognise me. They all looked sorry for me.
I stood there for too long, wondering what I was meant to do. What I was meant to say. And then I decided to run. Where? I wasn’t sure. So I ran to a corner in the room. No one even flinched.
Eventually I sat down, with my knees tucked into my chest. I grabbed hold, tightly. Tears came flooding down. There was something wrong with me, or unique at least. No one knew me like they should. And I hated school.
I could see things. Not things from the future, but from the past. I could see people’s history. Why they were late for class, why they hated their parents. I hated it. I didn’t like to intrude on people’s lives. But I couldn’t help it. I had to try and blank things out of my mind.
Lost in thought, I was quickly awoken.
A boy walked up to me, in a slow but confident pace. He was someone I didn’t know. He was tall, and had red, waves of hair. He had bright blue eyes, which stood out with his pale complexion. He looked as though he understood me, he didn’t pity me at all. I felt like I knew him, he was confident as he looked at me. He held out his hand. I placed mine on top of his. He was strong, pulling me up without any effort.
I studied his face in great detail. Searching for something. His eyes made him look young, but his muscular face said otherwise. But now he had blue eyes no longer, but a beautiful clear, emerald green.
We walked a short distance, outside, onto the porch. He stopped.
Holding both my hands by now, he looked into my eyes.
‘I know you,’ he said. His voice was strong and sounded convincing.
‘I don’t,’ I murmured, hoping he wouldn’t hear me.
He laughed warmly. ‘I can tell we’re going to be good friends.’
‘What’s your name?’ I asked, curiously.
‘Alexander... or Alex?’ He smiled at me and squeezed my hands, then let go.
Then I woke up.