By the time I reach James's room, my eyes are wet. I nock three times, and he opens up instantly. He says that he's always alone from eight in the evening to the morning. He tells everyone that he's doing training, but usually he just stays in his room.
"Hi." He says softly.
"Hi." I say in a similar tone back to him. He sees that I'm unhappy. I sit down on the bed and he takes the spot next to me.
"Are you alright?" He asks, even though we both know the answer. I shake my head.
"I killed three people today." I say. "And usually, I can. It doesn't matter that I kill people. I don't feel anything. It's only in the nightmares when I do." I explain, "But today I felt every death as if it were a bullet in my own heart too." I admit. There's a silence. Slowly, he puts his arm around me and pulls me closer to him so that I can rest my head on his shoulder.
"It's alright." He whispers, "It's alright." I let a tear roll down my cheek. Another one followed. Soon, I was sobbing. He continued telling me that it was all alright, like I were a child. But his words are comforting, and soon, I begin to believe him.
I wake up what feels like a long time after. My head is still resting on James' shoulder. He's stayed incredibly still the entire time so I could continue to sleep. My eyes sting a little from the tears, and I presume they look a little red. As soon as he notices I'm awake, He puts away the book he's been reading and strokes my hair.
"Hey." He says quietly. I smile.
"How long was I asleep?" I ask.
"Two hours, I think." He replies. I sit up and check the watch on my wrist. It's eleven-thirty. I don't want to get up late tomorrow again. I should probably leave the room and get to bed. That would be the smart thing to do. Who gives a care about the smart thing to do. Fuck the red room and the heartless bastards who lead us. I'll do whatever the hell I want. I decide. I look up at James. I think he can see the look of rebellion in my eyes. He gets up from beside me.
"Do you need to leave?" He asks. It sounds like he doesn't want me to.
"I probably should." I see. He gets a disappointed look on his face. "But I'm tired of doing what I'm told I should." I say. I get up from the bed.
"Do you want to... maybe... get out of this place?" He asks. I give him a questioning look. "You know, just sneak out... we'll be back by morning." He says. I flash him a cheeky smirk.
"You, James, are going to be in a lot of trouble." I say, walking closer towards him. He opens the door, telling me to be quiet until we're out of the building. I listen to him. It seems like he's done this before on his own. He whispers to me that there is a window on the third floor next to a pipe which we can climb down.
When we arrive at the third floor, he walks stealthily down a hallway. He stops at a window.
"Do you want me to go out first so that you can see how?" He asks as he opens the window. I shake my head.
"I think I'll be fine." I say and then proceed to climb outside. Just like he described, a water pipe is located just outside from the window. I reach for it and when I am hanging on to it fully, I slide down carefully. I reach the ground soon. I look up to find James doing the same thing. He does it more easily than I and quickly he's standing right beside me.
"So where do you want to go?" He asks.
"Anywhere." I answer, "Anywhere other than this place is good." I look up at the building. It's giant. Menacingly giant. I've been outside of the building for missions many times before, but I've always been monitored. My every action outside has been watched. Except not this time. This time, the only person with me is James. And together, we are completely free. He grabs my hand and runs with me across the tarmac. Eventually, we get to a fence that signifies the end of the red room's owned property. He helps me up it first and then climbs over it himself.
"I now, pronounce you, Natalia, completely free." He says. I smile.
(Sry for the curse words but there will probably be a few more from now on but if you don't like them let me know and i can stop.... Also i didn't get to write yesterday since I was in London and i didn't have time... sorry!)
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BUCKYNAT: WILDEST DREAMS
Hayran KurguNatalia is nineteen, and a spy in the red room. She longs for freedom, and perhaps the teenage part of her wants to rebel. But she knows the consequences will be deadly, so the sensible half of her brain makes sure she doesn't. However when she meet...