Baby blue short stories

the babysitter 4

PoV Will
The next day someone took me out of my cell and into some kind of exercise room.

They made me do some sporty things.

Then they took me back to the cell. "May I please see my brother's?", I asked softly.

"No.", the man said firmly.

"Please?" , I sniffed.

"No.", he repeated.

Sudden I heard a cry of pain. I knew that voice.

"TILL!", I yelled, then threw myself against the man, before making a run for it.

When I reached the room, the screaming had died.

I used my magic to get in. My brother was strapped to a table, bruised and bleeding.

"TILLI!", I sobbed, then threw myself at him.

Till was panting and sobbing.

"What did you do to him?!", I screamed.

"What's the blue one doing here?", a woman asked.

Suddenly the man that had been holding me before came bursting through the door.

I instinctively held onto my brother, as they tried to drag me away. Suddenly Till and I were surrounded by a soft, white light. Everything had been frozen. Like time had stopped.

I did not do that.

"Hey there, baby blue. I'm so glad you're okay.", Till suddenly spoke up.

"Tilli, they hurt you!", I sobbed.

"Hey, it's okay. See? It's already healing. Now please don't cause any more trouble, hm? I don't want you to get hurt. " , he sniffed.

"But", I started.

"No buts. Don't give them any reason to hurt you.", he said. Then everything started moving again and I let the man drag me away.

He threw me in my cell. My head hit the floor painfully. 

"Fucking bastard. I wish we could just kill you.", the man growled. Then he left.

I rolled into a ball and cried.

I don't know how long it took for me to stop crying, because I had no tears left.

I felt so guilty. If they hurt Till, what where they doing to the others?

I was staring blankly into nothing, when the door opened again.

"Hey.", Fords familiar voice said . I sat up slowly and backed away.

"It's okay, I'm not here to hurt you. I just hava few questions. ", he said.

"O-okay.", I said.

"Did you ever think of your magic as dangerous?", he asked.

My lip started quivering.

"William?", he sighed.

"I thought I had it under control,  I DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT GIDEON! I just wanted him to stop hurting me...", I sobbed out.

"I see.", Ford nodded.

Then he asked a few more questions. When he was about to leave, I spoke up:

"Stanford? We aren't evil..."

He just left.

I don't know how long I stayed there, only standing up to use the toilet inside of the cell, then sitting back down on the bed.

Someone came to feed me, but I couldn't eat. This was all my fault. I dragged my brothers into this.

"I swear to everything thats holy, if you don't eat I will force it down your throat. ", the man said. I recognized him now.

"Shoot me.", I said.

"Excuse me?", he huffed.

"You got a gun. Shoot me. Please.", I said with a steady voice.

"What? Why?", he asked surprised.

"If you don't I'll have to live with the fact, that my brothers are getting hurt because of me. If you don't kill me, the guilt will." , I explained.

He laughed dryly.

"Please, just do it! I know you want me dead!", I shouted.

His smile fell.

"Wait. You're serious? Kid, you're 12."

"It's okay. Apparently I'm not even human. Maybe I just don't deserve to live.", I replied.

"Eat.", He demanded.

I shook my head.

"C'mon. You don't want to loose your brothers, right?", he said. I nodded.

"Well, they don't want to loose you either. Now eat.", he finished speaking.

I finally started eating slowly. My stomach was thankful.