The Young Glader

Home Is Where The Heart Is

I woke up. My vision was blurred and was having trouble clearing. I moaned. "Min-ho?" I called out. He was no where in sight. I was on bed with really unsturdy wood legs, gritty sheets, and rough blankets. But I didn't really notice. Well, I did notice, I just really didn't care. No one was in the room. And there were medicines next to me of all types. "Hey sal." I heard someone say. It kinda startled me, I jerked my head to the side to see Minho walking in. "Hey big bro." I said in relief. "You feeling alright?" He asked me. I nodded. Minho smiled. He walked in and sat next to me. "Good. I was hoping." He said with a chuckle. I flashed a small grin his way. I pulled my elephant closer to me. "Remember anything?" He asked me. My expression darkened. I sniffed, then nodded. "I remember our mom, we were running away and she said she would always love us. I remember turning away and you picking me up and running. The last thing I saw of her is her being torn by the people we were running from, they called them cranks." Minho nodded, sadness filling his eyes. "I also remember our dad. He gave me the elephant, and you that watch." I pointed at the watch on his wrist. His expression went blank. "I have always wondered where I got this." Minho said. "I remember we had a sister Mac. Our mom had blonde hair, our dad brown, our sister had brown hair." I said. Minho looked at my ocean blue hazel eyes. I stared back at his green eyes. "Thanks for telling me sal." He said. Then he looked  like he wanted to ask me something. "When I gave you the nickname sal, where did I get that from?" He asked me. "Ally and sister, you first called me little sis, then al, then you came up with sal." I answered. "Cool." My brother said. "Ya, your creative mind." I said sarcastically. He chuckled. Alby walked in. I still was a little. What's the word? Scared by him? Don't know, but I was still a little 'on edge' by him. "Ok greenie, ya'll can have your bloody reunion later, Minho, we are having a Gathering due to this shank's actions. So get your bloody butt in the gathering hall, Minho, Mr. Keeper of the runners." He said. I curled up under the rough blankets. Breathing unsteady. "Ok, fine." Minho snapped. He walked out of the room, flashing me a worried look before he walked out. "See you soon sal." He said with a shaky voice. I just stared in astonishment.