000 || Zero

[005]

You need a little bit of insanity to do great things.

Cold air brushes against my bare skin, waking me from my sleep. I slowly open my eyes to the door cracked open slightly. I grab my hoodie that lays at the end of the bed and pull it over my head, covering most of my body.

I slip out from under the covers and move towards the door. I peek out and look around, the halls are empty. I just close the door and slink back over to my bed, checking the clock on the nightstand. 2:27 AM. Training doesn't start till 9 so I have plenty of time.

I slip back under the covers, hoping to go back to sleep. That's when the door opens again. I peek one eye open and I see a shadowy figure in the door.

"You coming in or not?" I ask in a sleepy voice.

I hear soft footsteps enter the room and the door closing after. The figure walks towards the bed and sits at the edge.

Eventually, my eyes focus on the intruder's face and I realize it's Peter.

"Peter, what are you doing in my room at 2:30 in the morning?" I ask. I sit up in the bed and the sheets fall off of my body, revealing my bare legs. Luckily enough my oversized hoodie covers up anything. I notice Peter taking a quick glance at my bare thighs, but quickly averted his gaze.

"I uhm- couldn't sleep. Couldn't think of anyone to go to." He mutters. I sigh, relieved it wasn't anything too serious.

I pat the spot on my bed beside me, signaling him to sit down. He hesitates for a moment before walking forward. Once he has sat down I turn to face him. "What's on your mind?" I ask. "Are you playing my therapist right now?" Peter asks, aggravated. "I just wanna help." I mutter. He sighs loudly and lets his head fall into his hands.

"I have a lot on my mind, yes. But not stuff I can speak of." He mutters. "That's okay, you don't have to talk about it." I place my hand gently on his shoulder, rubbing circles with my thumb to soothe him.

He hums softly. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I ask him and he turns to face me. He smiles softly and wraps his arms loosely around my shoulders. I gasp slightly at the sudden touch. "Just a hug." He mutters into my neck. I smile softly and move closer to him, wrapping my arms around his torso.

He lets out a long sigh and buries his face into my shoulder. "Thank you." He mutters. I smile and bring my hand up to the back of his head to play with his hair. I feel him smile into my neck and hug me tighter.

We stayed like that for a while. Eventually, he noticed me getting tired and let me go, laying me gently back on the bed. He pulls the covers over my body. "Goodnight, 019." He mutters before leaving the room.

And as quickly as the light floods the room, it disappears, leaving me alone in the dark room. I smile to myself, happy that I made him feel better.

I turn to the small digital clock to check the time. 3:17. I roll back over in bed and fall asleep with a smile on my face.

The sound of my alarm wakes me up. I stumble out of bed and quickly change before heading down to breakfast.

When I walk into the cafeteria the smell of pancakes and eggs fills my nose. Surprisingly for a place like this, they actually make us decent food.

I grab a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Since I hadn't eaten the night before I happened to have a large appetite. I quickly shovel the food into my mouth and wash it down with my glass of orange juice.

I throw out my empty plate and walk towards the door, seeing Peter as I'm about to leave. "Good morning." I say, flashing him a small smile. He smiles back at me. "Good morning. I'll see you in the rainbow room shortly." I nod and make my way out of the cafeteria and down the hall to the rainbow room.

Had I been the first person done eating I was in there alone, other than the orderly that stands by the door.

I make my way over to the table, grabbing a piece of paper and drawing utensils. I start sketching randomly, starting with the base of a face. As I start drawing the details I notice who it is I'm drawing, Peter. I smile to myself as I continue drawing.

Slowly but surely the rest of the children file into the rainbow room, followed by Peter who comes up behind me. "What are you drawing this time?" The second I hear his voice behind me I quickly cover my paper. "Nothing." A small blush creeps onto my face. He raises his eyebrows in curiosity. "Doesn't seem like nothing. Let me see." He pulls my arms off the paper to get a good look at it.

He smiles at the drawing of him. "Nice to know your thinking about me." He flirts, nudging my shoulder a bit. I chuckle nervously and hand him the paper. "You can keep it." I mutter, causing him to smile at me. He folds it up and puts it in his back pocket. "Shall we play some chess?" He asks and I nod.