Every Lover For Themselves

Strangers (Chapter 3)

(Ellana's Point Of View)

Who is this John guy? He looks like he'd spent the night fighting, then again that is very likey to be true. His brown hair was teased up as if some one had been pulling it, his hazel eyes were adorable with his curly eye lashes. His tan looked 100% natural. He probably is my age. Should I believe him? Are his parents really dead or does he just want food? I was about to deny him of food when I heard his stomach grumble and he clutched over on his side in pain while letting out a soft groan. He looks like he's straving. "Fine. Take what you need." I sighed stubornly.  He grabbed two porkchops that mama had made for us last night, we saved it just in case. He looked at the pork chops with a face. "What is this ... this thing?" He asked. "Pig." I said curtly. He instantly dropped the meat and made a sour face. "What's wrong?" I askeed with an attitude. "I don't eat meat... my mom told me while growing up that animals shouldn't be eaten, its morally wrong. Do you have anything besides meat?" I laughed, 'morally wrong'? Is he serious?! Has he seen our world that we live in today?! Jesus Christ, his parents were killed last night!!! Eating meat shouldn't be a big disgust to him, what an ingrateful son of a --- "Ella, we have fruits that moma brought home last night." announced Adam. Adam pointed out a bag of fruit and John quickly found an green apple. He bit into it and then started small talking me. "So, I thought your name was Ellana, why did he call you Ella?" What a jerk. Walk into my home, beg for food, waste my meat, eat my favorite apple (I like green apples better than red) and now he's asking questions as if were buddies. "My name is Ellana, but people call me Ella for short. And that 'he' you're referring to is named Adam, and my sister here is Elizabeth. My mom is out fighting in the war. I don't think we're supposed to talk to strangers though so good day John." John sat down on a blanket and crossed his legs into a pretzel postition. He hesitated to bite his apple again. He chewed on it then swallowed before speaking. "What happened to your papa?" His eyes looked fulled of amusement. Does he enjoy other people's misery? "He died a few years ago... What happened to your parents? Did they really die or were you just scaveranging for food?" I asked in an matter-of-fact tone. "Last night we were ... at home and they broke in. They killed my parents and chased after me. Luckily I ran fast enough to this center. I escaped the grips of death but I fear they'll try breaking in soon... I miss my parents but surviving is more importnant than crying right now." I felt pity for him, we'd both lost our parents in a sense. Everyday I pray my mom will return home safe. Some days I feel like god isn't real but when she returns and smiles at me god comes back to my soul. As long as he keeps her safe, I'll believe he's here watching over us. My mother has always told us god isn't real but I secretly believe hes there. How else could we have survived so long? Most familes I knew died already. The only people I know now is my mother, Elizabeth, Adam, and this stranger John. John... why does John look so familar? He gives me bad vibes for some reason yet at the same time his eyes feel so trusting and caring. "Do I know you John?" I asked without looking up at him. I sensed his body tense. "Uh...No. Why?" He responded hastly. "You look... so familar." He let out a fake sounding laugh. "I... I get that quiet alot... um. Ahem, forget me for now. Tell me about you." John looks so tense. What's he hiding? "Well, what do you want to know?" I asked. "How old are you?" he responded. "How old are you?" I replied. "14. Your turn." I sighed and responded. "I'm 13." His turn to ask a question. "Is Ellana your real name?" What kind of question is that? "Yeeahhh... why? Is your name really John?" I giggled at how stupid it sounded to make up a name. What good would it do anyways haha. "No. My name is really... ah. Forget it. It doesn't matter." What?! He has a fake name?! Ah, whatever. This is why I don't make friends with strangers. They're stupid. Boys are stupid. How could girls possibly have time to fall in love and all that stuff. I'm too busy surviving to fall in love. I swear, girls are almost as stupid as guys sometimes. "Okay... John or whatever your name is. Where are you going to live anyways?" A huge silence held the air for a while. It broke off as an alarm sounded. Holy shit!!! Alarm?! Oh god!!!