DIVERSITY

DIVERSITY- Chapter 15

My cries muffled into the fabric of Damon's rough uniform. After a few long minutes of tears and comforting, I was able to drift into a distracting light sleep. My head was still pressed firmly into Damon's chest, turned away from the boys visible corpse through the open window.

The bars scraped at my arms through their narrowness, although my slim figure could easily stretch through halfway.

Cries still plagued my lips, as I dreamed.

The boy's fiery eyes burned a hole into my heart . He scraped at my cell door, anxious to curve his hands around my neck and squeeze the life out of me.
The gleam of the sharpened axe hung above his head like a halo. Then the murderous weapon swung down hard, leaving nothing but pain and destruction. The boy fell to the floor, shortly after his head, with a sickening thud...

My eyes flew open, unleashing the tears I had concealed within my closed lids. The nightmare was like little slices of death, ripping away my soul.

Lifting my chin up, I gazed up into Damon's blank face, his eyelids were closed in sleepliness, eyelashes sweeping over my forehead. His deep withdrawls of breath made me crave for a moments peace.

I was unwilling to sleep again, although my body had rested enough to regain strength, I still craved sleep. Instead, I leaned further into Damon's rising and falling chest, inhaling his comforting scent.

An abrupt voice sang sweetly throughout the corridor. Before words were translated to my hearing, my eyes snapped towards the door.

The familiar, nerve-racking clink of heels bounced off the concrete walls.

My heart flared in panic. Hesitantly I lifted my head off of Damon's chest, but left my fingers that were gently curled around his neck. I was careful not to wake him.

Her sweet voice sounded again, this time closer to my cell, closer then I could have imagined possible.

This can't be happening!  the Elder, Melanie Smith, could not be here, again, could she? Perhaps I was letting my fear get the better of me.

The heels clinked against the floor, approaching my cell door.

I cringed.

Please. Please. Please.

Caden, appearing angered and darkly, stood directly in the path of the window in the door.

My lungs released a breath of relief.

Caden stared at me with such sharpness, I was compelled that he could cut me with just one look.

Startlingly, he bolted the window latch down, obscuring my view.

On the other side of the door I could hear the sound of metal on metal, and imagined him fumbling around for the key to unlock the cell door.

Buying myself time, I hurriedly unlatched myself from Damon, and sat slumped against the wall on the hard bench beneath me.

I was sure Caden had already seen me leaning through the crack in the wall, but hid mine and Damon's attachment. Besides, I was certain that fratenizing with other test subjects was forbidden.

At the loss of my touch, Damon slowly woke, mumbling unformed words. I cleared my throat purposely loud, as a code to alert Damon of Caden's sudden presence. A moment later, I heard the sound of Damon's weight against the wall as he sunk onto his bench and pretended to still be sleeping.

My fingers rushed forth, smoothing over the tendrils of my long, burgundy hair, then rested together in my lap.

The hinges of the cell door creaked painstakingly, as Caden revealed himself within the doorway. My breathing quickened and I could feel my heart beat race throughout my body.