At my College in Japan there were so many concerning things. Like what do you mean by " I don't like Foreigners " and why is the home-room teacher a mess ?

I can't stand anyone here but partially it's because they can't stand me.

You see .... I'm a FOREIGNER. Big shock right ? I mean just because I'm a black girl in Japan doesn't mean I deserve to get treated badly.

Let me tell you a secret. Don't tell anyone I said this but ever since I came to Japan I've been having memories of being here when I was younger but the thing is I've never been here when I was younger.

Now there are so many questions that I have but I don't know who to ask about my problems.

Did I just imagine coming to this country when I was younger and who is the boy from all my memories.

" Foreigner ! Aren't you going to introduce yourself to the class ?" A mean girl with a Bob cut asked.

Oh yeah ... right. My name. I forgot to tell you all my name.

" My name is Tierra Hall and I'm American."

" Bro really ? I thought she was African or something." A boy muttered and I rolled my eyes at him.

I really hate this school.

" You may have a seat." The teacher told me and I went straight to the back of the class and that's when I saw him.

A cute boy with silver hair and blue eyes.

I sat beside him and he didn't even look at me.

I need to find out where my memories are coming from and why I started having these memories as soon as I came here.

" So now that the Foreigner is settled can we please go back to doing what we want ?" The girl with the bob asked frustratedly and her friends around her all laughed .

"She has a name." The boy with the silver hair defended me and I was shocked.

Could it be that he was different from the rest of them or was he just showing pity for me because he thought I was some ' poor foreigner '.

I couldn't tell which one it was but I knew I wanted to stare into his blue eyes for as long as I could.

" Thank you." I said, but he didn't reply and he didn't look at me.

The bell rang and as we all left I sensed something strange. Some dark energy was here in this classroom and I had to stay as fara away from it as I could.

I went home and wondered if I should tell my parents about the memories that I'd been having but they were both still at work.

I went to my room and took up a book to read.

My room had a neon light sign that said Believe in yourself and the walls were painted pink.

I started reading as the night grew darker and I felt like I was about to fall asleep.

I put the book down and started thinking about the boy from my memories again. I wasn't really sure if they were dreams or memories but they felt too real to be dreams.

I fell asleep and I saw the little boy again.

He was trying to talk to me but the language he was speaking was a language that I didn't understand.

What the hell was he saying. He seemed as if he was trying to warn me of something. There was snow everywhere around us and a bit of blood in the snow.

The more he spoke the more I felt scared

I screamed and woke up to realize that I was still in my bedroom.

" Another nightmare? " I said and I got up to drink some water.

I opened my bedroom door and there he was, the boy from class who had the silver hair and he was staring at me with his big blue eyes that looked like a cold ocean ready to capture anyone who came too close.

I froze in fear .

How did he get into my house? Why is he in my house ? What did he want from me ?

"What are you doing in my house? " I asked angrily and he smiled excitedly.

" You can see me ?!" He said and chills went down my spine.

W- why wouldn't I be able to see him ?

" Of course I can see you. How'd you get into my house ?"

" I should be asking you the same thing.I live here." He said and I furrowed my brows at him.

" That's not possible. We just signed the lease. My parents are paying rent ." I explained but he just bent over like a freaky contortionist and started walking up the walls like a spider. He crawled into my bedroom and stayed there on the ceiling.

I gasped.

" Everything's possible." He said in a whisper, his voice sounded raspy as he bent in position that I didn't know humans could...wait a minute...

" What are you ?" I asked staring up at him and my eyes became teary as I sensed danger.

" You finally asked. I'm a Yokai. " He said and I walked towards the front door, planning to get away from him.

" Yokai aren't real. Yokai aren't real. Yokai aren't real."

I thought but as soon as I tried to touch the door I saw a barrier appear out of nowhere.

" I've been lonely and finally found someone who can see me. I'm not letting you go that easily." He said as he smirked and I felt tears running down my cheeks.

He was a cute boy . I always wanted a cute boy to say those words to me , but not in this situation and certainly NOT a Yokai.

" Why are you crying? I could tell you liked me when I first saw you but now it's like you've changed your mind. Don't you like men who are flexible ? " He asked as he twisted himself in terrifying ways.

" Please stop. I don't . Please stop. I just want to be alone right now." I begged him but he grinned.

" Ha ha ha . You're shy ! Earlier today you were thinking about my lips and how soft they looked.Now you're backing down because I'm a Yokai." He laughed hysterically and playfully at the same time.

How did he know what I was thinking earlier today?

Stupid Yokai ! Why'd he read my mind?

" Look ,Yokai. I'm not interested and I don't want you thinking because I like you it's an invitation to stay here and do what you like because it's not."

" Invitation ? Do you think I'm a vampire?" He asked as he let himself fall out the roof then he looked up at me with sleepy eyes and a smirk as he twisted his arm weirdly.

He stood up straight.

" I don't need an invitation to take what's already mine." He said then he walked towards me and before I could back away he pulled me into a kiss.

A passionate kiss, that felt so natural as if we'd done it many times before.

Don't I want him to stop ? Why am I letting this Yokai kiss me ? I push he but he just kissed me more aggressively.

I couldn't resist him. His hands caressed my face and they felt a bit cold at first but gradually got warmer.

He ran his hand through my hair and kept kissing me. His teeth grazed my bottom lip. He bit me. The wind howled outside and I could hear a car pulling up in my driveway.

He got more aggressive with each kiss and I started liking it. I started finding it romantic and wishing he wasn't a Yokai . I started kissing him back and praying to God that I wouldn't get captured by this Yokai whose touch was making me forget about all the reasons why this was wrong.

I reached my hand out to touch him and only felt the could air.

"What's your name?" I asked and I opened my eyes to see that the Yokai that I had been kissing had completely vanished. Chills went down my spine and a feeling of shock and concern came over me.

My face bent in fear , sadness and confusion.

What the hell just happened .

I looked all around to find him. I even looked under my bed.

I went downstairs and looked in my parents room and their closet but there was no pretty Yokai boy anywhere.

The front door opened and my parents saw me looking lost and confused as I walked out their bedroom door.

"Hey sweetie. You look like you've seen a ghost. You didn't go searching through your father's dirty magazine collection, did you?" Mom said and she laughed but I couldn't laugh.

I felt a cut on my lip from where the cute Yokai boy bit me and I went straight to the bathroom to look at it.

He marked me ! That means he'll come back right ? That means he'll let me feel those soft lips against mine again ? Maybe it means I'll have someone to talk to about my Memories that don't seem to belong to me.