Thief (The Ichor Series: book 1)

Chapter 6: Connection

Skylar

The dim light flickered around us as we sat on the hard cement floor. The light had this weird colored tint to it making us both look a bit sickly. And the floor was damp from the moisture in the air too, making everything chilly to the touch.

I was still in my own little world; thinking about the dream I just had, noticing the little cracks in the walls around me, and just trying to figure out who this boy in front of me was when he finally decided to speak.

"So what's your name?"

"Why should I tell you? I don't even know yours." I shot back at him becoming a bit defensive. Why should he get to know me when I don't even know him?

"I cant tell you my name yet. I want to, but not until I know I can trust you. But I do think I should get the privilege of knowing yours, since I did save your life. Don't you agree?" He said as a smirk started the pull at the corners of his mouth.

I grumbled something unintelligent at this. He did make a valid point. "Skylar. My name is Skylar."

"Huh. Skylar. Kinda a mouthful don't you think?", he winked at me jokingly, "Mind if I call you Sky for short?"

"I guess I cant stop you. So do as you please." I was getting a bit irritated at the direction the conversation had turned. I didn't really feel like arguing with a guy I didn't even know and had just met an hour ago. Especially after nearly getting beaten half to death.

He stared at me for a little with a small smirk again. He seemed to do that a lot, smirking at non-amusing things. And he just kept on staring at me like I was some interesting new bug he just found on the street. It was so annoying. And I finally just snapped.

"Stop it!"

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything."

"Stop staring at me like you're trying to dissect me and look into my brain. And stop smirking at everything. Its starting to become creepy and quite frankly, annoying."

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or anything." He looked a bit taken aback. Hurt and disappointment flashed behind his eyes but only for a brief second before it was gone again. His face became passive again, void of any emotion after he let out a heavy sigh.

Awkward silence filled the air along with a heavy tension that we both had created. More me but that doesn't exactly matter.

He was staring at the floor that he was sitting on and every so often he would run his hands through his blond hair that kept falling into his eyes and face, letting a heavy breath escape him each time.

I felt kinda bad, I didn't want to make this anymore awkward than it already was. I just.... I didn't know where I was or who I was anymore now that the realization of living on the street and having to fend for myself finally set in.

I felt like crawling into the corner, curling into a ball, and crying my heart out.

And I did just that.

I crawled into one of the corners with a flickering light that was about to die. Leaving the boy to sit by himself on the floor where he was.

I curled into the fetal position with my head between my hands and the walls cornering me making me feel as small as I possibly could. But also giving me comfort to some degree while I let out heart wretched sobs rip through my body. The wall wouldn't judge me like others would.

The only sound was me crying and it wasn't silent like all the other times before. It sounded it sounded like someone was killing a person that I truly loved right before my eyes. And I heard the blood raring in my head as I sobbed. It was a waterfall in my ears drowning out all the noise around me.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally had calmed down enough to go from full out wailing to tiny whimpers every 30 seconds or so.

I was hugging myself, trying to comfort and warm myself from the chill of the room but nothing really helped. I felt so alone.

I knew nobody had ever cared about me. Not even when I was an enfant. But I was able to convince myself that they cared. Even just a little bit. They cared. But now, no one is going to even notice when I grow hungry on the streets and die from fatigue. No one will come and help me. No one will come and save me. I have no one anymore.

Tears trickled down my face in steady streams. It was an awful feeling. Crying and not being able to stop.

I was so dead inside and I didn't care what happened to me anymore. I could have just died right then and there and I wouldn't have cared. I just wanted it to end.

I was so out of it that I didn't even notice when the boy came over to me and sat down next to me. He looked at me for a little while and then he pulled me onto his lap, cradling me.

I stiffened a bit at first when I first came onto his lap because I was sitting on a strangers lap. But eventually, I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head into the crook of his neck. And hesitantly, he started to stroke my back like an older brother would to his little sister. But he did it so lightly, like he was afraid that if he touched me I would break or jump away and run.

But I didn't run away or break or hit him. I hugged him even tighter, holding onto him as a life line. And I didn't let go for a really, really long time.

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What do you think about Chase and Sky? (Kinda like the picture I included)