"LOOK." I was sick. Sick of the ignoring, sick of the emptiness. Only three days, but id had enough. Three days, and the only communication I'd gotten where the broken pieces of thoughts I gathered as Mikah walked passed me, never glancing my direction, always making his way back to his room. It was always his room, his sanctuary where he hid from problems like work, and me, and life. "LOOK AT ME." My voice shook with the volume at which I forced the statement out of my lungs. Three days was all it took for the loneliness to start to take hold of my soul. "..look at me.." I whispered once more into his mind. Slowly, his gaze turned upward to meet mine. The hazel eyes that swirled with light held a world things I couldn't make out, but as our eyes connected, our thoughts synchronized. All my emotions, all the anger, all the confusion of the past, my want, and most of all loneliness charged through the air like a wave, crashing upon his consciousness. For the first time, it seemed Mikah was realizing what amount of pain and worry I carried. "Ok. Ok. Alright."
He repeated the words over and over again as if they gave him strength, as if he were assessing the situation with new eyes, and in a sense, he was. "Ok," and he went silent. Our eyes still connected, I whispered one more word into his mind, thanks. Without warning, his big, strong arms enfolded me in the first hug I'd felt in, well, it might've been the first hug I'd ever felt, I couldn't remember. All I knew was that the emptiness, the omnipresent loneliness that loomed over my head vanished in his arms, and the weight pressed against my sides seemed to squeeze some tears out of my tired eyes. I was just so gracious that I could feel human touch again. We stayed that way for a while, just letting the world around us be, allowing the dryer to go off with a buzz, hearing the clock tick on and on, letting the cars outside pass us by. Was alright to let all that outside business be for a while, because right then and there, we had each other, we completely trusted each other, and that was enough.
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Teen FictionIt all started when I woke up. A strange place, a strange man, but how did I get here? Who am I? Who is my friend and who can I trust? Can I rely on anyone? The only thing I know for sure is I am Lindsay, and that's all.