Tap, tap, tap. If anyone were to block the continuous hum of noise in the street and train their ears, they would be able to hear the faint tapping of metal on concrete.
Here inside, my quiet hell
No one bothered to look as a girl shuffled her way through the crowd. She was a little shorter than most girls her age, so she was easily overlooked, and her dark clothes made her fade into the background.
You cannot hear, my cries for help
The only thing that made anyone aware of her was the tapping of her walking stick and the way she trailed her left hand along the wall. A couple of boys who were busy shoving each other accidentally rammed into her, sending her crashing to the pavement.
I try everything, to make them see me
Neither took notice as they rounded the corner and left, continuing to shove and laugh at each other until the noises of their laughter faded away.
But every one, sees what I can't be
Meanwhile, the girl sat on her hands and knees, her right hand outstretched and sliding along the ground, trying to avoid the footfalls around her.
Even when I'm walking on a wire
Just then she heard footsteps coming towards her. Nevertheless, she kept on feeling around for her walking stick, hoping the person would just walk past her like everyone else. She felt the presence come closer and heard the ruffled of clothes, as if they were kneeling, and then heard the sound of metal on concrete.
Even when I set myself on fire
"Hey…" It was a male voice, sounding warm and gentle. "…is this yours?"
Why do I always feel invisible?
She hesitated before reaching out a hand. Her fingers brushed against metal and a small smile spread on her face. Her walking stick! She grasped it and lifted herself up carefully, setting the tip of the walking stick on the ground and grasping the handle firmly.
Everyday I try to look my best
"Are you all right?" The girl jumped when the voice came to her, reminding her that she wasn't alone. She felt her face grow warm and ducked her head as she nodded. "What's your name?"
Even though inside I'm such a mess
"Mitsuki Hayashi," she replied. The man paused, seemingly thinking.
"That's a pretty name, Mitsuki-chan," he answered, a smile in his voice, "I'm Yukito Tsukishiro."
Why do I always feel invisible?
"Thank you, Tsukishiro-san," she replied, feeling her cheeks heat.
"Where are you going?" he asked, helping her to stand.
"The hospital," she replied, flushing, "Near Tokyo Tower. I think I'm lost."
"I can take you there if you want," Yukito said kindly, "My optician is near there; I broke my reading glasses yesterday, so I'm headed in that direction anyway."
"Oh, but you don't have to-"
"I don't mind," Yukito interrupted gently, "Besides, it would be rude of me to leave a young lady by herself."
Sometimes when I'm alone
Mitsuki smiled and nodded. They slowly started walking down the street, and while he walked next to her, Yukito grasped her free hand in his own. Her eyes went wide behind her sunglasses at the sudden contact.
"Sorry if I startled you, but the street is crowded," Yukito called to her over his shoulder, "It wouldn't be very good of me to lose you."
I pretend that I'm a queen
As they made their way through the crowd, Yukito asked all sorts of questions; where she went to school, her favourite subject, her hobbies, her pets. Mitsuki was concentrating so hard on his questions, that she nearly jumped when Yukito let go of her hand. She heard a rustling that sounded like he put his hands in his pockets, but she couldn't be sure.
"Well, Mitsuki-chan, I think we're here," Yukito said cheerfully. Mitsuki felt another smile creep onto her face. Maybe she'd actually done the impossible. Maybe she'd actually made a friend.
It's almost believable