Your Heart In My Chest Chapter 1

Across the hall, I saw her going out from the door at the other end. We were done with the classes, the school was almost empty. I was confused because I had never seen her so late here. She always comes when the first class is about to start, and leaves as soon as the bell rings.

Naturally I was curious, and why wouldn’t I be when she’s the girl who took my heart the first day she stepped into the class. She was different and odd and silent. I loved the mystery I loved the way she walked the way she talked, wait, my mistake, she doesn’t talk. She has been here in my class for like a week now and I have never seen her talk to anybody. She just sits there and stares at the board. And once or twice, the teacher asked her a question or two, but the stare she gave them, they quickly decided not to mess with her.

So I did the unthinkable and followed her. I moved like a little ninja, stepping on the tips of my toes, making no noise whatsoever. But of course I wasn’t a ninja and I was making a lot of noise and I found that out as soon as I turned the next corner. Boom! Something hit me on my cheek, and I realised later that it wasn’t something, it was someone’s knuckles that crashed the skin on my cheek against the bone underneath. The shock of the unexpected was enough to bring me to the ground. I put my hand onto my rotten cheek and tried to look up. There was sunlight coming from the nearby window, it dazzled my eyes. Though after a few seconds of utter confusion , i managed to find out the source of my pain, and to my horror, it was the girl, the girl that I was following.

I was caught red handed, and by the same person that I was following. The person that I’ve been thinking about the whole week, I made her hate me by doing something that I never thought I’d do. There was pain on my face, excruciating pain, but that pain was suppressed by the sadness that suddenly grasped me. For such a long time, I have been waiting for someone, and when that someone finally came, I threw it away, I hit my own foot with my axe. Tears formed within my eyes, I couldn’t meet her gaze, I just lowers my gaze and muttered ” sorry ” under my breathe.

” Pathetic “

And with that, she turned around, and went away.


My life as I knew it, was over now. I didn’t feel like doing anything at all. I was weak now, weaker than I’ve ever been. Many a times, I broke down, and I’ve never broken down before. Life was a routine now, and I just followed it on without joy or hate. School went on. I stopped caring about stuff. All my emotions, my feelings were suppressed; suppressed by what happened that day. It’s been three days, and I hadn’t seen ” my heart thief ” since then. She didn’t come to school. And that did worry me.

I wasn’t angry at her. Not even a little. After all I shouldn’t have done what I did. Pretending to be a ninja isn’t awesome every time. And to be honest, the bruise that I got from her punch, I sort of cherished it, because I knew that this was the only touch that I was ever gonna get from her. She really had taken my everything ~


My mom was worried when she saw my swollen cheek. I told her I slipped from the stairs, I didn’t want her to worry about my problems. When I was at home, I smiled while talking to her, I wanted to assure her that I was happy.