Shattered ✓ (BxB)

Nineteen: Kyle

By the time Craig and I are done horsing around, it's about a quarter until one AM.

Craig looks at me, "I believe it's best if we sleep, Ky. After all, we have no idea what kinds of possible risks we may encounter tomorrow."

I narrow my amber eyes. "Why? What's tomorrow?"

Craig shrugs. "Well, technically, it would be later today. But to answer your questions--I have no idea. Maybe we invade sector one. Maybe not. You just never know."

I laugh and then nod. "Yeah. Okay. Good night, Craig."

Craig smiles. "Good night, Kyle." He kisses me on the cheek and then he lays down. And in a matter of a few short moments, there's snoring noises.

I chuckle to myself, faintly.

But then, something odd happens.

I feel a slight tingling sensation in my lower legs. My eyes grow wide. "Does that mean…?" I try to elaborate on my hypothesis. I try to move my legs.

"No," I sigh. "I still can't move my legs." I sigh once again. I gaze at the wheel-chair right by my bed. I shake my head in slight disgust. "I should get some shut-eye." I close my eyes.

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My dream was a flash back….

I felt the breeze of summer--it was only about fifty-seven degrees. The wind had ruffled my hair.

To my surprise, I could walk. That's something I miss. But that wasn't even the best part.

From my place on the other side of Poccna Road, I see a familiar blond girl.

This girl's hair is strawberry blond. Her eyes are hazel. Freckles line her face.

"Johanna…" I gasp; at first the words almost seemed stuck on my tongue.

I looked both ways before crossing Poccna road--the road itself actually leads up to the capital building.

I cross the road. And right before me is Johanna.

She turns. "Hello, Kyle."

I go to speak to her but the memory morphs to another.

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In this one, I'm already in the cell.

I sigh. "Damn it. I almost thought I'd be able to walk."

From my place in the cell, I can still slightly see through; there are these huge glass doors that tend to block out everything around it. But spoiler alert, whoever made it failed. There's still a slight sense of visability.

A guard corrals a set of two new prisoners. The guard drops them off and then leaves.

One of the prisoners I recognize.

"Johanna!" I cry with joy.

She turns to me. "It's been a while, Kyle."

"What are you in here for?" I ask.

"I'm a transgirl and I'm pansexual," Johanna tells me.

My eyes lock on the cute boy on the cell on the other side of me. "And Johanna?"

"What?" She asks.

"Who's that?" I question.

"That's my boyfriend; Craig Romanov," Johanna informs me.

Craig looks me up and down all cool like. Then he fangirls. "You're Kyle Kozlov! You're my idol; well, even though you're younger than me."

Johanna butts in. "As long as we're together. Nothing will happen to us."

I grinned. "Yeah. Nothing will."

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Then, another memory hits my eyes.

Johanna had been awfully sick lately.

Craig and I had been extremely worried.

One day, we awoke to see Johanna laying still.

"Johanna?" I called out to her. "Johanna? Johanna!"

"Babe?!" Craig yelled.

Nothing.

Tears hit my eyes. Johanna and I had been friends for years. That was since we were four. Johanna was practically like a sister to me. I couldn't lose her-- especially not now.

Just then a guard barged in. He opened Johanna's cell. He leaned over her and brushed the hair from her face. He pulled out his communicator. "Yeah. One of them is dead. It's Yugo Schmarten."

Fury danced in my eyes. "That's Johanna to you!" I yelled to the guard.

The guard rolled his brown eyes. "It looks like he died from dysentery. Yep. Got it. I'll bring him down." The guard picked up Johanna and carried her away--never to be seen again.

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I awake to panting. And then, crying. I sit up. Then, I bawl my eyes out. "Why? Oh Johanna!"

It wasn't just a single tear that slips down my face--it is hundreds. I am on the brink of a mental break down.

Craig sits up. "Ky, what's wrong?"

"Johanna," I sob as I bury my head in his chest.

Craig strokes my blond hair. "I'm assuming that you had the dream again."

"Yeah. I did," I mumble.

"We just know that Johanna-" Craig pauses. He has to figure out how he wants to word his sentence. Because he's religious and I'm not. "...her soul is at peace."

With soft, soothing words, Craig comforts me until dawn.