My Cold Days

Ch. 4

Shocked, I stood up from bed immediately and stared at the vigil. Soon another guard appeared behind the first, grasping the arm of a young man. I didn't recognize either of the guards, nor did I care to observe them. I was more intrigued by the young man. He wore a blue partially torn hoodie. His hair was a magnificent brown. He seemed about my age, maybe a year or so older. Those eyes. Just, those eyes. I was lost in their blue perfection. He seemed so familiar, like I met him in a dream years ago.

"Listen up!" I was snapped out of my trance the second I heard the Vigil's words, "You are being given a cell mate. Don't try anything with him. You are responsible to teach him the way we do things here." His partner pushed the young man into the cell and straight to the ground. The guards slammed the door shut and left. I stepped away and wondered what to do. Should I help him? Should I talk to him?

     He slowly began to get up. The way he moved was.... Different.  It wasn't the way any maniac would stand up. He also didn't move the way a hurt person moves. I raised an eyebrow as my eyes moved to see he wasn't hurt at all.

 "Thanks a lot for helping me up," That voice, so deep, "Did you hear me?" I could tell he was being sarcastic at first, but now he seemed concerned that I was possibly insane just like everyone else here.

     "Are you going to talk to me or not?" he seemed so serious as his words came out, "Tell me your name and I tell you mine." He seemed eager to get to know me. My lips quivered when I tried to form words. Eventually I was able to say something. 

"W-why do....  sh-should  I tell y-you?" My voice kept cracking and I was embarrassed. I couldn't remember the last time I spoke. It was so difficult. I didn't know him enough to speak to him, but there was something about him that made me want to.

     "I just want to get to know you. And what was so hard about saying that? It took you like half a minute." He sounded so relaxed for someone who was just arrested. I'm pretty sure he was one of the men just screaming. 

"Tell me who you are." His relaxed tone started to change. He was becoming impatient. I opened my mouth. I needed to say something. 

"You f-first. Uh, p-pl-please." I was scared to death. That boy could touch me.

 "No. I asked first. Tell me now. I promise I won't hurt you. If you don't tell me..." His voice trailed off, which scared me even more.

"A-Anne" I said it. I needed to. If he touched me he would get hurt. 

"That's a pretty name. Is it short for something?" He seemed happy I finally told him who I was. But I, on the other hand, was not. 

"Yes," I replying cooly "now leave me alone. I don't care about you're name anymore."

"So I'm guessing Anne is short for Annemarie."

"Yes. It is."

"Why are you scared?"

How? How could he tell? I didn't want him to know.  He could use that against me. I stepped away and turned around. I grabbed my arms and took a deep breath. I wrapped my arms around each other and stood up. Keep it hidden. Don't let it lose, I thought to myself. One wrong move, and it's all over.
   
     I turned around swiftly with a stern look on my face. "I'm going to take a nap. They usually deliver a meal in the afternoon. Help yourself, I don't eat." I announced. He chuckled a bit under his breath.

"How could you be tired? It's morning."

"I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Either way, aren't you a little curious?"

"About what? Wait, why am I even talking to you? Leave me alone."

"About my name. You don't want to know?"

"I don't care, leave me alone. I need to be alone."

    It's like he completely ignored me. Every time I told him to leave me alone he kept talking. I grew frustrated, but kept my emotions under control. Something bad could've happened. Then it hit me. I knew him from somewhere.

 "Jack Davis. No need for last names." He said calmly as if I never told him to be quiet.

I knew it! I met him when I was young. Now he seems clueless as to who I really am. Jack Davis was a young and kind boy. He always made people laugh and saw the good in people. He was the the only who didn't insult me. No one liked me and I was made fun a lot because of my danger. Jack Davis was the only person who didn't tease me or would crack a joke whenever they passed me by. School was non existent. We were educated once a week at what adults called "school."

We had an hour to learn about eight different subjects. Things were so messed up children had to stay home and help their parents. Most children worked in fields or helped clean the house, but my parents locked me up in my room all day. The only time I was allowed to do anything was when my parents needed me to do labor that was meant for someone twice my size. I'm not sure which was worse, school or my family. 

That's way off topic though. Jack Davis changed so much, but still has those intense, blue eyes that seemed to mesmerize anyone who got trapped in their deepness. I almost got trapped myself, but Jack Davis interrupted my thoughts.

 "Hello? Are you there?"

"I'm just thinking. Are you going to leave me alone or not?"

"Nope. Let's talk. And you can call me J.D. by the way. All my friends do."

     I always heard people call him that. I rolled my eyes and walked over to my bed. "moron." I mumbled to myself. I think he heard though because when I looked back he raised an eyebrow. He walked up to me quickly and appeared to be mad at me for something. I could hear his stomping. I moved slightly quicker, but not too much not to stir up suspicion. Then he grabbed my arm.