Routine

Day 2

University campuses are pretty big places so it is no wonder that my first year here I got lost so many times. Every turn you find yourself at looks the same. The same cream colored paint coated every wall as far as the eye could see along with vine like plants. Of course they were not vines and did not grow downwards but upwards. They gave off some sort of aesthetic which was the only reason I could come up with as to why they weren't pulled out. They were weeds after all. But weeds or not they were still calming to look at. Sometimes I would see them through the window while listening to lectures, I would feel drowsy not long after. The lecture halls were plainer than the university's outside. No decoration excluding windows.

I flinch when I feel a hand on my shoulder. The thought of it being the same group as last night sends shivers down my spine. They had to have seen my face. Of course once I turn around I realize how paranoid I've gotten when I see Steven standing behind me. I breathe a sigh of relief and when I take the time to focus then I notice.

"What happened to you?" I stare at the Steven while his skin is shades of violate and blue.

"The guys from last night got a hold of me before I caught up," He chuckles but is not a joke.

I did not see or hear him running behind after that, all I saw was him standing and there was no chance that he would hurt a bunch of teenagers but there was a chance instead he just let them beat on him.

He looks to the ground and makes a dejected face "I'm trying to think of you when I say this. We should meet less until I know they won't do anything to me. You could get hurt,"

I'm the worst of the worst "If I had stopped to help...," my eyes grew watery and I couldn't stop them "you wouldn't be covered in cuts and bruises," I'm weak "I was just so scared, so afraid of being found out,"

While I hold my head in hands and try to conceal my teary eyes Steven pulls me away "Not here," away from people's prying eyes and behind a campus building "It's not your fault. Come on I get it. You were scared,"

I wrap my arms around Steven and he immediately pulls me close "Same time and same place just less," I say turning to smother my head into Steven's shirt. I begin to stain him with tears.

"Exactly," He holds me tight as I wish it would never end.

I'm weak without Steven. I don't know how much longer I could have lasted if we had not met.