Crystal Youth

three

They're both there. But he doesn't know she is. 

He's laying still, not knowing wether he should attempt to open his eyes to the world, or stay still and hidden. But he always hides, his family never technically told him too, but it was indefinitely hinted at during family discussions by his parents. Family discussions were when the rest of his family spoke of their day, school, friends. He had none of that. His days were made of  one window, one girl, and himself. So, he ignored them when his siblings spoke of him going to school someday, his parents shaking their heads. Though, when thought about it, his somedays were made up of no days. But, he moved on, forgot the discussions. Forgot the words the feelings... it all. Except for her, he could never forget her. Even though, somehow, he knew that the day he would meet her, would become a someday. Not a no day, but a day of chance and complete and intriguing hope. 

She laid still, not able to move or communicate. She was unstable, but yet stable to the doctors. She wasn't awake, but she was in her dreams. She dreamt of a boy. Soft brown short hair, blue deep eyes, tall but not too lengthy. Blue tee shirt with jeans, grease smudged across his face and clothing. He intrigued her, giving her a feeling of chance. They didn't speak, he didn't notice her. But, he did look up, as if he was looking through her. Until, she moved. Her hand had moved to join her left in front of her, and he saw her. She didn't know at first, that he had seemed to realize she was there. But, when he began to speak his voice went quiet. He took a step forward, searching her eyes. Did he recognize her? He thought he'd seen her before, but she had no idea who he was. What she did know, was that standing across from him made her hope, completely. 

But, then he disappeared. And she, was alone again. She slid to the ground, her hands caressing her face as cold droplets traveled down her soft pale skin. She closed her eyes tightly, shaking in spasms. When her eyes dried, she opened them. And realized she was surround in darkness. Complete and utter black. She shook her head, she has to remember something. Her name, she thought, Kite. No, that wouldn't be her name, for that was a toy the flew in the air. Right? Her mind was shutting down on her. Locking the windows, doors, faxing code red instructions. But then, she touched her blue fingernails. And she remembered, one, simple, and possibly recent thing. 

The boy. 

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 A/N

Hey guys! It's Cameron here, and this is the third chapter. Which, I assume you know. I do know that author notes are annoying, but if you feel up to it, I'd love for you to read mine. (even though they're not very interesting) Any ways, I seriously just wrote the third chapter because I am completely slacking. Which I've been doing for a few days now. (or a week, idk) But, this is it! I hope you enjoyed it, and it would be amazing for you to vote, comment, follow, anything at all! Here's a few things to think about. 

What is her name? (I gave a pretty big hint by saying Kite, fyi) Do you think the boy was him? Why do you think she remembered him more then her own name? Or, more of, how could she forget either? 

I'm not sure if those questions, help, give away, or anything at all. But they're there for whatever reason I have to put them there. Honestly, I don't know, just things I thought you guys should make sure to think about. But yeah, next update will be next Friday! Enjoy your life guys, cause every single second, something will change and happen. Allow it to be whatever, but never allow it to bring you down. 

Any who, 

 + Cam.