——*disclaimer*——
this story is inspired and influenced by harry potter and the MCU, any similarities between the pieces of literature/movies are intentional.
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Rain.

It splatters onto my uniform as I steadily make my way home. I was cold. But I didn't shiver, nor did a single hair on my arm stand up due to the icy weather. Numbness was a feeling I had become oh so used to. -crunch- the sound of someone stepping on a leaf was heard, alerting me. I had to stay alert, people are always after me. Not only did I have to constantly think about danger towards me, but towards the people around me.

But that wasn't much of a problem considering there isn't actually anyone ever around me.

I turned around to see a fox speed past me, the shock that should've made me flinch never reflected on my face. It stopped. The fox I mean, it stopped as if controlled. The creature changed it's direction, striding back to me. Its orbs seem like they're consuming all life out of everything. Or am I just being the typical me, staying suspicious of everything and anything near me. Suddenly a letter flew into my sight, appearing like magic.

- Come home Azriel.

Azriel? Who's Azriel? The fox turned around, walking away at a leisurely pace. It swivelled around it's head, flashing me what I swear to you looked like a smirk. And then? Poof.

The paper vanished into the thick air with the fox. Brush it off, brush it off Jewel. I continued my journey home, which seemed weird after reading that short note. I was heading home anyways so it was pointless to give me such a reminder. Finally making it to my unnecessarily large house, I inserted my silver keys into the door, unlocking it, making my way inside the living room.

It smells like blood. I hate it. I don't need to constantly be reminded of that day, constantly be reminded of him, and all of those... monsters.

I walk into the kitchen, holding my breath, no longer wanting to smell the blood of whose I knew it was. My heart ached yet I stayed calm, as if my head was empty when it was full of deadliness.

There was no need to check his pulse, I could sense it. I could feel that his warm heart had stopped beating, and that he had left me, just what he promised he'd never do. Blood was seeping out his left hands wrist, but that wasn't the cause of his death - he wasn't even right handed - his soul had been dissolved into a pool of nothingness. That's what they do to all of them.

"999 what's your emergency?"

"My father has passed away."

I muttered a line a knew I'd have to say one day or another. They were after me, and everyone I valued since the day I came to this world. I failed to protect him and they succeeded in turning my life into more of a hell than I thought it was. It's so easy to ruin me, if they wanted to they could kill me right now, but it seems as if they endlessly wait, as if they have my whole destiny written out, and that destiny says I'm not going to die... just yet.

They... who are they? You may wonder.

A not very fun fact is that I don't know either. I've just been told to keep my guard up my whole life, since they will come attack me when I least expect it. But you know the saying, expect the unexpected. After what happened a year ago on that ill-fated day I had to force myself to repeat that motto again and again, since it was the first time I ever came into real contact with them. And clearly they didn't come for me, they came for my happiness, they killed him, and killed all my ability to express emotion.

All I know is that I'm a 'special' kind of person, someone that isn't exactly a human, but when it comes to knowing specifically what I am, I'm quite blank. One day my questions will be answered. I just have to have patience, I'm only 16, I've only been running away for 10 years. I'm racing away from something powerful, that's chasing after me for a reason I am yet to know of.

My dad; Runer, taught me about self defence himself, informing me how to fight. So physically, yes I am prepared. But mentally? And knowledge wise? I am utterly fucked. There must be a world of knowledge that I have no clue about, right? And what about powers? Aren't magical beings supposed to have powers? Where are mine?

My father told me that when the time was right, everything would make sense, that my 'powers' and all this information he didn't teach me, would be taught to me at the rightful place, because apparently this stuff was never his duty in the first place. As for my mother, I've never met her, my dad never talked about her so I never asked.

-ring ring-

I sat down completely drenched onto the marble floor as my phone rang in my skirts pocket, the pocket that my dad had sewn himself knowing how much I despised not knowing what to do with my hands when I walked. It was sort of an ick, I had to have them in my pockets, or holding something in my hand.

*Incoming call from Mr Kim*

Ah. Just another person that's going to get killed because of me. Like always I didn't pick up, after a couple missed calls I decided to answer the call, but he ended it as soon as. How annoying.

I sighed, covering my face with my phone as I swallowed reality like a sour pill.

Sirens of an ambulance rung in my ears, they were close. I gave a quick peck on my dad's lifeless cheek, taking his jumper that he was wearing in the morning before taking a huge sniff of the newly left scent of him, a scent that I would no longer be able to smell. People rushed in, taking my dad away in the ambulance before looking towards me in concern. I wish I could do that, you know, be able to express care and emotion. A nurse approached me, placing her hand on my shoulder in attempt to comfort me.

"It's okay to cry."

I looked up at her, staring dead into her eyes with my emotionless ones, wanting to tell her that I wanted- needed a hug. But after taking a look into my pupils she immediately took her hand off, almost as if I petrified her with my gaze. She excused herself, heading to the ambulance with the others. I changed into black traditional clothing, making my way towards the funeral site which I had booked long ago.

The inner pain I get from not being able to deny reality, hurts more than a million thorns pricking me at once. But it hurts more since it's a pain no one sees, not because they're blind, but because I'm incapable of expressing these emotions. I sat in the funeral room alone, staring at my dad's frame picture sitting at the crown of the room. Since the door of the room was open, all I could hear were loud heartfelt cries from the other rooms. Mine was definitely that quietest, to the point where I could hear my oh so slow heartbeat.

"Jewel."

A sigh released after speaking my name, walking in. Mr Kim, and behind him were a couple students from school. I didn't want them here. I stared at the wall blankly ignoring their existences. Mr Kim noticing this, sent the kids back home. He did a full bow to my dad's frame before sitting next to me.

"How." I coldly spoke as always, a softer tone would just never come out.

"You picked up the call after 6 missed calls." He uttered. "It normally takes 14 to make you answer the phone. I could tell you needed me." He replied. He knew me too well. Kim SeokJin; a teacher that has taught me since young. He taught me in nursery, then in middle school, and now in high school. He moved schools every time I did.

"I'm sorry for bringing those kids here, I thought you'd need more than one person to comfort you." He talked again.

"When has anyone ever been able to comfort me?" I asked with the same monotone. He shuffled closer to me, putting his arm around me, making me feel safe. He understood me without words, we had our own language that only he understood, and it was quite beautiful.

"It feels like someone ripped my heart straight out of my chest and threw it into a shredding machine. But why-  why don't tears come out? It hurts more that I look like I don't care. It feels like I'm screaming out in pain but no one can hear me. What's wrong with me?" I poured out my feelings, somehow managing to make such distraught words sound like they have no meaning.

"There's nothing wrong with you. You're okay." He said. Useless words I could tell myself any day, become so much more meaningful when he speaks them. There isn't anyone that can comfort me, but that's because I don't have the ability to feel, however his tone was one that could calm angry waves.

Mr Kim was aware of the dangers that I was constantly in, although he wasn't exposed to this magic stuff, he knew there was something after me. I figure that is why he stuck by me so long, he feels the need to protect me. I've never actually asked him why he stays by me, I just ponder on my own. Because I feel as if the more he thinks about what a bad idea it is to stay with me, the more he'll want to distance himself. And as selfish as it sounds, I don't want him to leave me... even if it's putting his life in jeopardy.

A salty tear drop landed on my hand, excitement sparked inside my stomach, but it wasn't my tears. It was his. He was human. I don't wish to be human, I wouldn't want to fit in with these peculiar creatures.

Rather, I would just like to, feel.

Is that, so much to ask for?