Dreamers

Who Talks First?

He had dark hair and dark eyes, tall and carried himself well, attractive  but a criminal. I'm no different.

He didn't say anything, and neither did I. If we were doing a normal conversation, it was his turn to speak.

Who talked first? Finally, after the moments felt like hours, he did .

"Who are you ?" He demanded.

"I can ask you the same thing." I snap back , surprising myself that I showed such caution with him. People were supposed to answer when asked. I was supposed to trust him like every other person, but given the circumstances, I wouldn't be to hard on myself.

"Sam." He says with a look of deep thought. He paused after saying his name, making me think he was going to continue. A last name possibly? Or he was lying about it.

"Morgan." I replied and then we were back to the same quietness from before. So now we are on a first name basis.

"Why are you here ?" I question.
Might as well start with the baby questions first since none of us was going to just spill their life's story.

"That's none of your business. You should go before you get caught " Sam mutters trying to shoo me away.

"Fine ,got it ." I say just wanting to leave.

This was all to overwhelming. I was in a room that is extremely off limits with some stranger. How was I going to not lie my way out of this one ?

But as I turn to go, the picture in the classroom crosses my mind. I remember Lucy had a brother, with a name that started with an 'S' . The only reason I remembered, was because the topic of Lucy always lingered. I always tried to key pieces together as a kid, tell my parents, and prove my worth to the society. I remembered some school kids talking about how bad it must be for boy  to lose a sister. Thinking this hard, which was considered atrocious by all adults, gave me such an outrageous thought.

The odds almost seemed impossible. But if I always thought about Lucy's disappearance then a brother would have to think way more then I. A brother that was my age. A brother standing right in front of me.

Having already started walking away to leave, I turn back and walk closer.

"You want answers." I say quietly, still in thought. Making sure I wasn't going to make a complete fool of myself.

"Excuse me ? " Sam mutters narrowing his eyes.

Here goes nothing.
"Mcglosson. That's your last name . Your looking for answers for your sister."

He seemed to stiffen at my words. Sam walks closer to me until I can feel his breath on my face.

"Listen to me. I don't know who you think you are and I don't care, but if you say a word about anything you know so help me god -" his harsh words were cut short by footsteps in the hall. There were more then one pair of them, and they were moving fast . '' Did you call security?" he remarks, his words hostile.

"Security? We haven had security for years" I stutter. He shook his head as if he was laughing at my ignorance.

    Instantly, Sam runs to the cable box, pulling a few wires out and slicing them open. His thoughts were the same as mine . Please let one of those stop the door from opening. If he cut the wrong cord we were screwed. His next moves would either get us some time for an excuse as to why we were here of escape or stay there like sitting ducks waiting to get caught. He grabs my arm and yanks me to the back of the room . I slid the pills into my pocket , I didn't know why. It was stupid there was no reason. but I did. Maybe I could get to the building early in the morning before anyone has arrived. Internally I rolled my eyes at myself for that stupid thought . It was over. They would be looking all over for those pills Thinking about my plans if I took the pills, I herd Sam talking and it was obviously towards me.