FRAGILE. {Lirry Stayne}

C h a p t e r. 4.

Author's Note: I'm really sorry for the long wait! I've been really sick for a pretty long time and this week has just been extremely crazy. I tried to make it as good as I could. In my opinion I think you might find this chapter a bit interesting. The good stuff happens next though, haha. I hope you enjoy. :)

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The rest of the week passed smoothly, the only other time things got mildly heated between Liam and I was over who got to sit in the front of the kayak on Thursday after lunch. Though the only reason we were able to do these things was because there were scarce words shared between us, limiting our possibilties to get in a fight. We communicated more grunts and single words rather than full on sentences. 

Ed, Maz and I became much closer. I decided to give up on Josh, since it was literally impossible to get at least two words out of him. My curiousity still grew, but I was able to hold it in better now, the outcome predictable now anyway. I still thought though, still thought what might be the key, where the little lock was, and how I could get the key to fit.

It was early in the morning on Saturday when a counselor creeped into our room, Liam and I both sound asleep. I felt a nudge on my shoudler and immediately wacked the person's cold hand away, whimpering slightly. It was an hour earlier than usual that he was waking us up, and I just wanted to sleep the whole weekened away.

I heard Liam protest several seconds after I had, and some shuffling sheets.

"Wake up guys." The counselor whispered, which confused me at first. He usually yelled at the top of his lungs. I had come to hate the counselor that woke us up. I never learned his name but he had curly brown hair, like me, but shorter, and hazel eyes. His hands were always freezing for some reason and he was bone thin, looking like a skeleton almost, but less decayed.

"What the hell..." I mumbled, throwing the warm duvet over my face. It was instantly ripped off, the chilling morning air hitting my skin. Little goosebumps rose over my now lightly tanned skin, and chills ran down my spine. It was probably one of the worst feelings in the world, going from a comfortable warm to a bone chilling freezing.

"You have counseling today. You're the first ones up. I'll be back in an hour. You'll eat breakfast right after." The scrawny counselor spoke. His voice was surprisingly deep for such a skinny guy. You'd think otherwise. He always got straight to the point too, not wasting his time on little talks with the people around him. Liam and I went to a session of one of his classes once, a pottery class. Most of the class had been him showing us how to make a pot, and barely anyone finished theirs, but it was an interesting expirience.

I reached down and grabbed my sheets off the floor after the counselor had left, shutting the door softly yet still managing to make it blow a chilly breath of wind on me. I quickly covered myself with the still warm blanket, rolling back over on the bed.

"Come on Harry." Liam grumbled, shaking my shoulder. His hand was warm, yet it still sent chills down my spine. It must've been the after affect of that stupid counselor. I groaned and rolled back over so I was facing him, shoving his leg back. He stumbled and swiftly grabbed my wrist.

"Wake up, now." Liam spoke in such a demanding, dark tone that it scared me. I watched him with frightened eyes as he left the room, the sound of water running in the shower following soon after. I let the sound of the shower carry me back into a quick nap, that felt like a single blink, the feeling of warm fingers on my shoulder once more and chills again.

"Come on Harry, get up and take a shower." Liam said, his voice softer now. He was probably just grumpy earlier from being woken up so early. I glanced up from under my blanket to see Liam standing there, shirtless, and two hands pressing a towel on his hair. He had gotten very tan in the short time we had been here, one thing I also was very jealous of. I was always freakishly pale, my skin white as snow, even in the summer, while Liam, even in the winter, was a nice golden tone.