Micro and Macro [G/T]

Chapter 2 - Trust

Forrest's POV

I opened my eyes slowly - my eyelids felt heavy and slow. The sound of heavy raindrops drummed in my ears. My entire body ached and throbbed with bruises and scratches. All of yesterday's events came flooding into my memory; I was lucky to be alive. Well, at least I think I was. I was lying on something soft, and I was completely wrapped up in odd fabric. I was in some sort of building, that much I could tell, but it was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. The ceiling was incredibly high, and hanging from it was some sort of magical ball of light which looked as though somebody had just taken a bit of the sun and stuck it into the ceiling. Am I dead? Is this some kind of fucked up afterlife? I squirmed and wriggled hard until I broke free from my clothy cocoon, and immediately wished I had just stayed there. 

I was in some kind of towering bedroom. It was similar to mine: I seemed to be sitting on a neat bed, facing a desk on the other side of the room (although this one had a funny colourful rectangle perched on top); particularly realistic-looking posters were hung on the walls and a shelf of odd looking books stood on the wall next to me.  But everything was giant. Including the messy-haired ginger that slept on the desk. 

No no no no, I have to get away, they'll just hurt me again... this is all my fault I should've listened to Berry. What have I done? I took a couple of deep breaths and looked down to the floor, ignoring the sudden jolt of vertigo. I was about to use the blanket to climb down to the floor and ran away, but I quickly realised it was a stupid idea. I could find anything out there: tarantulas, hungry birds, or worse still, more macros. A sudden wave of helplessness washed over me as I sat back down on the white sheets. There was nothing I could do but curl up in a ball and wait.

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I had spent a couple of hours just sitting and feeling sorry for myself at this point before the giant stirred. He shuffled a bit in his seat before groaning and stretching slowly. I didn't think. My flight instincts immediately took over and I found myself bolting for the other side of the bed: to find somewhere to hide, to find somewhere safe. It wasn't long before realised there was nowhere to run. I kicked myself for not just taking my chances at running away earlier. I tried to wrack my brain for something, anything I could do, but it was too late. He quickly turned around and his eyes fell right on me. All I could do was brace myself.

Will's POV

I found myself with my head on my desk surrounded by a mess of flashcards, textbooks and revision booklets. Of course, I had to fall asleep. Why is it so hard for me to just prepare for a goddamn test! Then, with a sudden burst of excitement, I remembered about the little guy I saved the previous day. I whipped my head around to see if he was real, make sure it wasn't just a dream, and he was there. On my bed. With the same messy brunette hair and tattered muddy clothes. I got up to approach him but as I did, he covered his head with his arm and began shaking violently. I paused. Is he... scared of me? Shit, of course he is, he was literally used as some kind of toy by those kids, he wouldn't know I'm any safer. I very quickly realised I had no idea what I was doing. I had just pretty much kidnapped somebody. And that somebody was scared out of his mind.

"Hey... I-I'm not going to hurt you..." I tried, speaking as softly as I could in any attempt to comfort the micro. He lowered his guard down slightly, looking up at me over the top of his arm. I sat down, hoping it might be more comfortable for him if we spoke at eye level. "And I'm too far from you, anyway" 

"C-can you p-please t-take me home..?" He stammered, tears rolling from his eyes. His voice was barely audible and it trembled almost as much as him. 

"I will," I promised firmly. "but I can't right now. It's pelting with rain and the forest would be half-flooded." I thought for a couple of seconds. "What's your name?"