Minecrafted

Chapter 3

I ran my fingers over what I was laying on. It felt like a silk blanket. Where am I? I shot open my eyes and looked around. I looked down at the red duvet I was tucked into, was it a dream? I put my hand on my head and felt thread over the spot that was bleeding the other night.

"Don't touch that."

I peered up to look at the person talking to me. I saw a teenage boy, probably a few years older than me, staring at me with a scowl on his face. He had orange hair that was swept over his eyes in a Smoshy fashion. He had dark brown hooded eyes and short eyelashes. He didn't have any sort of facial hair. His teeth were mostly straight except for a gap in between the first two teeth.

"You're awake," he said matter of factly.

I coughed and rubbed the back of my head. I felt so nauseous. I ran my fingers through the silky duvet to calm me down.

"Yeah, obviously," I coughed tightly.

The boy sighed, rolled his eyes, and ordered, "Here, eat this." The boy held up a hot bowl of mushroom stew.

I grabbed the bowl and picked up the spoon. Eating the soup didn't make me feel better, but it helped with the coughing, so that helps. At first I was worried he could have put poison or spider eyes in the stew, but then I realized he went through all the trouble to save me. Why would he kill me now? Plus I was fine after the first spoonfuls.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Simon, or if you wanna get technical, Simon Logan."

"How long have you been here Simon?"

The scowl was still on Simon's face as he replied with, "I don't know. How am I supposed to know?" He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head as he placed a wood block next to the bed and sat on it. As he sat I noticed the slouch in his shoulders and his poor posture which had him leaning forwards. He rested his chin on his hands with his arms rested on his thighs.

"Where were you from then?" I was getting tired of Simon, but he rescued me. The least I could do is be nice to the nasty kid. It was our first real encounter. He could be nicer usually. Plus I hate judging people after a first conversation. I do it a lot, but I try to stop myself before I go too far.

"I lived in London England," I take notice of his use of past tense, "I was with my mum and sister."

"What about your father?" Simon sat up before I quickly added, "if you don't mind me asking. You don't have to say anything if you don't want to." 

Simon shook his head as he went back to his resting position, "It's fine. He left when I was about 5. My sister was 2 years old. 

ASL?"

I cringed at his usage of the term 'asl' before replying,"Jamie, Jamie Sanchez. I'm 13, From Cheshire." I stated.

"I'm 15," Simon muttered that as if he were 100 years older than me. Hate prominent in his voice.

"Well, okay oldie. How did you find me?" I pondered.

"I heard an explosion and then a scream. I followed the sound to you, I couldn't just leave a poor girl alone to die. I'm not that mean ya know." Simon replied smirking.

Well now I know that I can trust Simon, and that he's lightening up.

"So, are you alone?"

Simon's smirk slipped off of his face before he responded with, "Yeah, I wasn't at first. My sister came here with me, and now she's gone."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for your sister. If you don't mind me asking, how did it happen?"

"Well everything was going fine. Then one day my sister, Emma was through with this kind of life. She wanted to go home, so she went to The End to defeat the Ender Dragon and go home. I wanted to leave to, but I didn't want to go. I just left, I just left her!"

Simon sat down on the bed, and I sat up next to him. His lower lip trembled and tears started to form in his eyes. I wrapped my arms around him and he rested his head on my shoulder as he sobbed. I pulled up the blanket so that Simon was under it with me.

"Well how do you know she's dead?" I inquired in a brittle voice.

"If she had defeated the dragon we'd both be back home, and you would have never spawned here. Also, bold white letters popped up in front of me. They said 'Emma_Lane was slain by Ender Dragon.' I know she's gone. It's my fault! I'm a sissy!" Simon cried out shrilly.

"It's okay, it's not your fault I promise. We don't know hat happened to your sister, this is a weird game we were put in. She could be okay."

I leaned against the wall and pulled Simon with me as we stayed in the same position with him leaning on me. I wrapped one arm around his back, and another arm went through his hair. I kept whispering things in his ear while he kept crying. Since his sister's death I was the first person he could talk to. The first person he could cry on. I need him to know I am there for him, he deserves that.

I trust him. He needs to know that he can trust me.