"Go away Thomas. Just sleep, okay?" I whisper to the annoying ten year old. By far, the most annoying thing about living in a care home was the what they liked to call 'family'. Family my ass.
He just angrily storms off, slamming my bedroom door behind him. Once I hear the click of his lamp turning off, I yank open the heavy window and proceed to the usual hill. After a while of looking at the stars and hearing the creatures go about their nocturnal ways, Chase joins me. "Beauty," he greets me, forgetting 'of night'.
"Huntsman." I reply just as levelled.
"How are you?" he asks me. I shrug, laughing.
"The same as usual. Fed up with... life, really."
"Oh." Chase mutters, unknowing of what to say. "It's kind of cloudy tonight, huh?" Chase pointed out. "Not many visible stars for you to look at."
I shrug. "Never mind. They're out there somewhere."
"Ooh, you're that type of person." He raises his eyebrows.
I instantly look over to Chase and raise an eyebrow too. "What type of person?" I ask curiously.
He shrugs, and as he does the corner of his mouth curves into a cute smirk. "The extremely faithful type."
"Dude – stars are inevitably going to be there; cloudy or not!" I stifle a choppy laugh. "Faith is when you believe in something that isn't necessarily a fact."
"Whatever. I still think you're that type of person."
"You don't know me." I incredulously remarked.
"Well then tell me. What's your story? Who are your parents?" he spoke, seemingly interested.
I think of my past and shudder. This time, it wasn't from the cold air that bit me. "My past is- is none of your concern."
"Ooh, touchy much?"
"Nosy much?" I snap back, irritated.
"Calm yourself, beauty. I just asked for your story."
"My story is a crap one." I deadpan, looking out into the distance rather than up into the sky or at Chase.
"Ah... Divorced parents? Bullied?" he asks almost absentmindedly.
"Try no parents. And Chase? Maybe you should be hunting some manners." I say before walking down the hill angrily.
"Leila - wait."
I ignore him and vow to, for the first time in two years, not go back to the hill the next night.
YOU ARE READING
The Galaxy Meetings
Short Story"So how about, we meet up here every night - just you and me - on this hill." "I can't promise you anything; you could be an undercover mass murderer." "And you could fall to your death every time you walk; but you walk anyway." **** When a lost gi...
