𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄, ERIK LEHNSHERR

𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵

          "Are you taking me back to the facility?" Kit questioned, turning his head to the woman driving. His hands were sat on his lap while he twisted the ring around on his finger, remembering his mother giving it to him as a gift for his tenth birthday.

Kara, who had her right hand on the wheel and her left on the driver's door while she had the left side of her face in the palm of her hand, never took her eyes off of the road as she shook her head. "Not this late. You'll be staying with me until you can go back tomorrow."

A small puff of air escaped his lips, his eyes casting down to his hands as he pouted. The boy, who had grown fond of Kara, strongly disliked the facility. He'd made it clear that he'd rather be with her than anyone else.

In truth, it wasn't the people nor was it the facility itself, it was plainly that Kit had already formed a bond with the white-haired woman. Ever since losing his parents, he'd been alone, not that he ever felt much love when they were alive it was just that at least when they were still there, he had people around him.

He was an only child and had no other living family, which led him to distance himself from the other kids at the facility. Though they were like him in being different than the rest of the world, he just didn't feel the same as he did when he was with Kara.

He already felt attached to her in the short time he'd known her and that alone was confusing to him. She was closed off most of the time, she rarely showed emotion, and he didn't know much about her truthfully, but she'd welcomed him in the second she met him. Without judgment, without hesitation, without doubt.

"When I was eleven, my mother took me to the beach. She wanted to cheer me up and distract me from my father. He used to abuse her and she would never fail to protect me, she always took the beatings meant for me. We were in the water, just swimming and splashing each other. I remember the smile on her face, how genuine it was. It was like she never endured any pain in her life as her eyes glistened with pure happiness." He rambled, wanting to tell Kara why he was the way he was since the two were alone.

Kara didn't move from her position, only escaping her head and listening to what he had to say. The night she brought him to the facility, he had given her a brief summary of what happened, which wasn't much. She knew he had it hard and that's what tied the two together with the grief that was caused upon them at such a young age.

"I hadn't yet known what I could do so when I went to splash her, a wave knocked into her at full force. It all happened so suddenly. She went underwater and I didn't see her after that. I remember screaming so loud, my voice had become hoarse. I looked for her underwater and I found her after a few minutes, just floating. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. I believe I was the one who made the wave so powerful because the rest of the time, the tide was calm." He breathed out, tears clouding his eyes that Kara couldn't see.

Kara struggled to keep her mind focused, the incident of killing her mother surfacing again as he spoke. What they had done was so similar that a sharp pain pierced her chest.

"There was a man nearby once I had grabbed ahold of her and brought her back to shore. He tried his best to get her to come back to life, but I knew she was gone from the way her chest stopped moving. She was a deep blue yet so pale. I'll never be able to see her the same as when I saw her then." He cleared his throat, trying to rid of the choked-up feeling he knew would come along in the next few seconds.

A silence fell over them as he thought of what to say next or listen to what she had to say. He wouldn't go on due to say what had happened next, feeling like it was too much to say out loud. It was still weighing him down, the heartache of seeing his mother, dead, and in front of him. So lifeless.