Someone Worth Lying For

3) Memories

It had been days without food, and we were all absolutely drained. We spent a lot of time lying on the floor, a bed, the couch, or anywhere else we could find. We had been surviving off of the tapwater Aris despised. That quickly became everyone's best friend.

"I don't even want to play my harmonica,"I mumbled, turning it over. Obviously, nobody knows where it came from. To be honest I don't even know. It just so happened to be in my pocket. The letters AJ were engraved into it. I have no clue why they were there or what it meant. I just know this seemingly useless piece of metal means a lot to me. It had been in my pocket when I arrived in the Glade. How could I give that up?

Aris's P.O.V

I I looked over as she fiddled with the harmonica, my harmonica to be exact. It suddenly makes perfect sense. It disappeared the night we met. I remember it like it was yesterday.

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I continued staring at the wall as life continued being the same as always. I was sitting on my bed completely isolated and exhausted as other kids I haven't met do who knows what. I certainly don't.

I already know why. WICKED practically beat it into me that I'm important or something like that. If I'm being honest I don't really pay attention to those lectures anymore because I just don't care.

They keep saying that's why I have to be alone. Something about not mixing with others so I don't get attached. I don't know why that would even matter, but I guess it must be just oh so terribly important that I don't have any friends.

"You're done for! Y/N, when I get my hands on you you're dead!"an angry voice yelled. All of a sudden my doorknob started moving. I backed against the wall as I prepared for whatever or whoever that was. Fear was already running through my veins as I thought about what could be happening, and who was Y/N? Someone to be scared of?

My door suddenly swung open, and a girl came tumbling through. Before I could react she cautiously shut it. She still hadn't noticed I was here, literally in my own room, as she put her hands on her knees and took deep breaths. She sounded like she had been running for a while.

"Every freaking time. You think they'd learn by now,"She said to herself before turning around. Once she did she finally realized I was here.

She was my age though or at least close to it. For the first time I can remember I was meeting somebody I could maybe have a normal, not exhausting and educational, conversation with.

"Hey dude. You live here?"She greeted.

"Yeah."

"That sucks,"She stated.

"Yeah,"I agreed.

"Do you mind if I crash in your boring, isolated, lonely looking room for the night?"

Are all kids this, I don't even know what to call it. Straightforward? Nonchalant? Comfortable with strangers? There are so many things it could be, but they don't really seem right. The word's right on the tip of my tongue. I just don't know what it is.

"I'll take that as a no and will see my way out of your room. You have fun doing, whatever it is you were doing."

"Don't go,"I exclaimed, desperate to know somebody else my age.