Tears From My Broken Past

Chapter 3

"Vesper? Could you help me with his?" Fox called, his voice strained from the heavy lifting he was doing.  I ran over to him, and helped him lift the oversized box that was about to fall out of his arms.  "Thanks," he said.  After a minute of walking together in silence, he continued.  "Vesper, where are we going?" 

His voice struck me; it was no longer the voice of the outgoing, quick to fight ginger boy who was always happy to stay by my side, but was now the broken voice of a child who was scared, one who had nothing substantial to hold on to.  One that had lost his parents. 

"It's okay," I said, although both of knew that that wasn't the truth.  He nodded, glad for my lie, holding on to the shread of false hope that I had just given him.  When we had finally moved the box to its new location, an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, we put it down, and I paused, staring out over the city that held my hopes and my dreams.  While I was younger, the city was a bad place to grow up, but then again all cities are.  There was crime, like in all cities, but unlike all of the other ones, my city had a constant cloud hanging over it, the streets dirtier than before and cast into shadow, with no hope of a rebound.   The city had lost its colour, for it no longer hogged the red bricks and bright doors that once made our city a sight to see, a place where people flocked from miles around.  Now it was all gray, colourless, tasteless. 

"Rest for a minute," I said softly to Fox, but quickly turned around as i realized that I had spent the past few days ordering my small gang around.  I was never born to lead, I was too outspoken in my position.  Women aren't supposed to talk as much as I do, and we were to be beaten if we did.  This isn't the life I'm meant to life. 

"Vesper..." a voice cooed from beside my ear.  I tilted my head away from the voice, and felt warm, large hands snake around my waist from behind.  I lifted my arms slightly, and then replaced them, my spidery fingers failing in an attempt to swallow his.  "I'm sorry.  About yesterday." 

I said nothing, just closed my eyes and him do what he wanted.  His lips brushed aginst my neck, a soft action, as if a butterfly's wing had brushed me, not the lips of the boy I had spent the past few years locked up in a cage with. 

"Miss.  It's time to go," A voice said from behind me.  Gaven...  I detangled mysef from Aaron, and then walked over to the rest of the people I escaped with, a dead, weary look in their eyes.  I felt sorry for them, for they were under as much stress as I, and I was treating them like animals...

"We have everything packed up, so lets go," Beowulf said, his eyes not dead, but hardened, as if he had realized that he was truely alone in the world.  I nodded at him, and picked up my small backpack, which all of my sad possessions fit into.  I took one last look at my beloved city while the others geared up, and, with tears in my eyes, I turned and walked away, the others following silently behind me.