He came up to me. I heard his soft, nimble and sure steps. Muffled by the carpet. It was too dark to make him out unfortunately. I fumbled for a light, but before I could find it, a warm hand embraced mine. I froze, but warmth from his hand climbed it's way up my arm. It filled my chest and made my head buzz. "Who are you?" I whispered into the dark. 'You already know." He replied quietly. His voice was so calm, it could swallow me whole. He was right, I did know who he was. "Why...Why did you come? Not that I don't mind, it's just......" I was lost for words, I don't know what to say. "I wanted to make sure you were okay.' He says, his voice sounds thoughtful and caring. My chest begins to ache, and suddenly out of no where i double over in pain. "I miss her, I miss her so much!' I cry to myself. "I'm fine." I spit out through gritted teeth. "No your not." He whispers. 'Come on," he says standing up. He pulls me up with him. I follow him in the silence, interrupted by only the soft breathing of my room mates. He leads me down the stairs and into the common room.
He sits on the couch and beacons for me to join him. I gingerly sit next to him. "Now," his louder, but yet still soft. "What's wrong?" "I miss her," I choke out. "Miss who?" he ask looking at me directly in his eyes. "My mom." I whisper, barely audible above the soft hum of the generator. He turns his head to the side and rests it on the back of the couch. "What else?" he ask. "I feel like no one cares that we are stuck her. I feel like we are all going to die here, without anyone knowing we are still here. And not knowing about the outside world scares me to pieces. What if she's gone, what if the darkness swallowed her? What if I never see her again? I've tried calling her beyond what is countable, she never answers. And don't tell me that maybe she didn't hear the phone, because I won't believe you.' I turn away from him, I can't face him. I'm not in the right frame mentally. "What about your father?" he asks. I turn to face him, and by the one look I gave him, he knows he said something wrong. He just doesn't know what. "My fathers dead." I say. "He's been dead, he left me and my mom and died on his way escaping." I try to keep my voice from cracking, but it doesn't work, and Tears stream down my face. "I'm...I'm sorry." he says quietly. "What do you have to be sorry for?" I ask, "You didn't know, It's not your fault that he left. It's not your fault that after my father left my mother stopped caring. It's not your fault that i lost hope, that I can no longer trust." I whisper, my voice slowly getting quieter and quieter, with each word. "How old were you?" He asked looking off at some point far off. "Seven" He looked down at me, his face was unreadable. "That's young.." is all his manages to say. I nod, and even though I try to stop it.
Tears stream down my face faster and faster till I'm sobbing. Tears stream down my face faster and faster, like water falling down. "i hate him!" cry, tears making everything blurry. "I left me and mom for no reason. Then he got himself killed, he was so thoughtless. He only cared about himself." I muffle my screams of anguish by putting my hand in front of my face. He lets me cry, he lets me cry. I don't know when put he put his arms around me somewhere in between, i cry into his shoulder and let my self for the first time to cry in front of someone else. Eventually, my cries stop. He looks me in the face and dries my tears with his hand. "Feel better?" he asked, I nod. But I almost feel worse, my chest aches more and my head throbs. He helps me to my feet and he walks me back to the door to my room. He tucks a piece of my blond hair behind my ear, kisses my cheek and his gone. I feel lighter then air, almost floating as I walk back to my bed.
Grinning, I fall asleep. Hoping for no nightmares, no such luck, of course not. But this time it's different. It's the same place. A room, I've come to call it. You can't see where the floor ends and the walls start. But this time, instead of the usual darkness that unhinges me. There is a light, a far away light, off in the distances. I start running for it, but of course, I wake up before I reach it.
From:Hailey Finnly Logged: 4:35 A.M. [Dark]
Hope you liked the update, the next's updates might include the childhood of the other children, if you like that idea tell me what you think!
