I woke up the next morning, just as tired as the night before. My contract wasn't up yet, I wanted to see my family, I craved to be cared for. God knows no one here does.
I got out of the cot, and slipped my boots back onto my feet. I stood up and walked out of the room, joining my team in the main room. Rolling my eyes subconsciously as I sat down, no one spoke to me. Except for one, a younger man, he was new and I assumed hadn't learned much as he sat next to me and smiled. Hus smile nervous and joyful. His eyes full of hope.
I reminisced on the fact that my eyes had once been so hopeful. I gave the boy the same stuff frown that never failed to stay cemented to my lips. He spoke in a shaky tone.
"Hi?" He almost choked out, was he scared? A man who feared such simple things had no place here.
"What?" I hissed through I colder and much more aggressive tone. I mentally cursed myself for my tone towards the boy.
He just sat back in the seat and waited. He didn't speak further than that he just sat and waited, for what I wasn't sure.
the day went by as it usually did, I ate barely enough to stay alive, and sulked.
Some time at night a sniffling voice came to my door, at the door way stood the boy with tear stained cheeks and shaking.
.I frowned and got up. He threw himself into tm arms his face in my chest
My body stiffened, and my face softened. My arm slowly wrapped around his shaking body, not that I cared for the boy, I just really hated it when people cried. And I was willing to do anything to get him to stop.
His body racked with sobs, and I just held him, my hand gently cupped the back of hus head my thumb pet his hair gently.
I flet every sob and shudder run through his body, I didn't know why he was crying, and I didn't care.
"Stop crying" I hissed, why would he come to me of all people. There's hundreds of men and women here and he comes to me. I held him tight ti my chest, as he ignored me. I felt him calm down and I scoffed and let go of him. his arms remained tight around me, he refused to let go.
I shoved him off me and huffed. And ushered him from the room.
I wanted to care, I really did. I wasn't sure what happened. Why did I shush him away, I wanted to be cared for, and it was obvious he cared, I wasn't sure why. But he did, but he did and it was nice.
I frowned, and I could hear his defeated trudging steps as he left
Fuck...
