Tear It Down

Chapter 2

Mac's POV

I awaited morning as if it was Christmas Eve. I slept for about two hours, and that was pure luck. All I could think about how much I was gonna mess up, because I'm not the most, let's say, confident person. Every person has strings attached; every little moment where a little universe mentally explodes and you just feel like the tears falling from your eyes and dripping from your chin, are luckier than you are, because once they get used up, they can escape. Not be tortured by the little things in our heads. We all know that we overthink things, but you just can't help it. Every time this happens, some strings get cut, and we can't mend them back together. Over time, you just have to grow more strings.

But that's the thing. I knew I was overthinking it. Because once I got there, back to the cement wall, I saw his big, blue eyes, like a dark ocean blue kind of blue. But, as I focused closer on them, the blue became the ocean, waves crashing, but this wave was like a tsunami. It was sent straight into my brain, and washed away every thought. Every. single. one.

'Hey.' I stated, sitting down onto the tall grass.

'Hey Mac.' he replied, shyly.

'Please excuse my appearance, as I got no sleep last night.' I laughed.

'Me either.'

'what's your excuse?' I asked.

'just, thinking, I guess.'

'Well, what about?'

He looked away. 'That's the thing. I don't know. I just think without actually thinking per say.' he said. 'You know? Or am I just awful at explaining things?..'

'A little bit of both.' I laughed.

We then talked For hours. And hours. And hours. And it felt good. I stayed there all night. I mean, there wasn't anything to go home to.

'Yeah, my mom died when I was three. And nobody really took me in. Nobody knows me. This is like, the first time I've spoken in years.'

'Wow,' he said, sympathetically. 'We should make a plan to escape. I hear that about 20 miles from my sector's back wall, isn't like this at all. They have people run together and do things together. No walls.'

And that's when it hit me. The idea. The one that, seeming great, was possibly the worst idea. Ever.

'Let's make a plan. We don't have to save just ourselves. We can save everybody.'

'What do mean?' he asked.

'I mean, everyone here is obviously miserable.'

'Are you saying we should tear it down?'

My grin grew from ear to ear. 'Tear. It. Down.'
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A.N. Sorry this ones so short. )): next update will be longer.