Breaking out of Area 51

Chapter 15

The wait, back in my cell, was horrible. The grey walls, once plain and boring, now spun with colour and worry. They weren't the marker I recognised as home anymore, but the temporary confinement I've been forced into.

The possibilities showed through them and I could see myself in a vast field. I could feel the energy that flowed through the air around me and I was so close to it.

But the worry of how we could get there was undeniably heavy. We all had to get out safely, and before that, Carter had to tell the other kids. And they had to be quiet about it. And they had to want it to, or that would be selfish of me.

But the earlier conversation gave me some hope that everything would be ok, and that it was ok to want to leave, despite what it might mean.

Jamie appeared as usual, smiling through the gap and sat down directly in front of the door with his legs crossed. I watched as he pulled a piece of bread out his pocket and handed it through.

I was very grateful for it, especially today as I didn't finish my meal in the cafeteria.

We sat facing each other, happily eating our bread for a while. I'm pretty sure this time is the most relaxing parts of both our days.

"D-did you ask them?" He asked casually. I liked how he didn't seem to pressure me into this knowing how hard it was. He wanted me to escape desperately so I could live, but at the same time he understood there was more than the two of us at stake.

"I did", I answered back in the same tone.

He stopped eating and suddenly looked up at me. His shocked face making me smile.

"Well?"

I couldn't leave him hanging any longer. The mixed look of excitement and anguish on his face needed some hope.

"Two out of the three said yes".

He seemed to forget all about the bread as he sat up onto his knees and started babbling about whether I was joking or not before falling forward and putting his face by the gap.

I loved seeing how excited he was. The grin on his face couldn't get any bigger and his eyes gleamed with the first trace of happy tears.

I put my face as close to his as I could get before the metal door stopped me. He laughed and the pool of water balanced at his eyes started to overflow onto his face. I smiled at him again, putting my hand on the side of his face as we both revelled in the thoughts of our future.

"I-I hope I'm not d-d-dreaming", he laughed.

I had to hold in my tears as I also let out a laugh. "It's real", I whispered.

We sat like that, his hot breath running over my face and his gleaming eyes looking straight into mine. We had our own, happy bubble that no one could pop.
He stopped crying and sat there gazing at me, occasionally sniffing but completely entranced in my face. As much as I was of him.

His slightly red tinted cheeks glistened under my thumb and I realised how close we were, yet I wanted to be closer.

I think I understand what the others already knew.

"There's more", I breathed.

He didn't move or acknowledge that he heard me in any way, but I know he did and wanted me to continue.

"Carter said he knows of some other kids that would say yes, so he's going to speak to them as soon as he can. Now, we just need a plan".

Almost instantly he started crying again and his hand came up to my face.
When he was done, he looked exhausted so we just sat there and whispered about the conversation.