The Chosen.

Don't Go

I still haven't decided if i want to break the news to the others. We were all so relieved in a sense when we came to know that none of what we experienced in the serum was real. It brought almost comfort knowing none of the terror or pain we went through actually even happened.

I tucked the coin snuggly in the bottom left side of my bra, the metal warmly pressed against my skin. It felt right keeping it close to my heart for some strange reason.

Seeing the coin awakened a roaring hunger of knowledge within me. I need to know what else was real and who else was real.

My mind flashes to the moment i saw Faith. Her big brown eyes were stark against the white uniforms of the lab workers.

I knew i wasn't seeing things.

Tom and Zeke's laughter from down the hall breaks my hazy mind from the ceiling where i stare. I can hear the clack of a ping pong ball as it hits against their paddles. I smile softly knowing they really needed times like these. This whole experience feels like a tremendous weight placed upon us, but in moments like that, you hardly notice the heaviness.

I decide to join the boys, trying to get the heavy weight of such tiny coin off of my mind. Exiting the pod i catch a glimpse of Bill as he enters through a door way on the right side of the hall. I peer curiously around waiting for him to come back out, but he doesn't.

Looking amongst the white tiles of the floor, i take a deep break. I listen to the giggles and chatter coming from the game room and turn to walk the opposite direction. What are you doing June?

I groan out slightly wavering my steps in the long hallway. I can't fucking do this, I know i'm loyal to Tom and i'm in love with him but what is this feeling that continuously draws me into Bill. It's like no matter how hard i try to stay away from either one of the twins, i just can't fucking do it.

I spread my fingers out, waving my hands in frustration in front of me. My foot stomps angrily on the ground as i continue walking towards the room.

Peaking my head around the door frame, i notice an art studio dimly lit by warm twinkling lights that cascade over the walls. For a moment, i can't seem to find anyone. Then, i see him. He sits in the far corner of the room, his stature almost covered by the aisle he sits behind.

I walk heavier than i normally do, letting my presence be known. I know how easily he's been startled recently and the last thing i wanted to do is have him on edge around me.

His dark eyes study me up and down as i approach him. Shit, i'll never get used to the way he looks at me.

"Hey." He says, his facial expression hinting to some reluctance.

"Whatcha doin?" I ask but keep my distance, respecting his space.

"Painting." He bring his brush from the canvas and wiggles it with a soft smile. I smile back at him.

"I didn't know you painted." I whisper, wishing i hadn't just said that. I didn't want to scare him away from me by knowing so much about someone he clearly isn't anymore.

"Didn't know i did either." He looks at me, his expression softening as a smile appears on my face.

God, i want nothing more than to throw my arms around his neck, squeezing him until our bodies melt together. But at the same time, i wish to turn around and run away.

He lingers eye contact for a second before turning back to his painting once more. I decide it's best to now give him some space, suffocating him definitely won't get me anywhere. I smile and turn with a squeak of my shoes, beginning to head out of the studio.