Different (Scomiche)

ten.

Sorry again for not updating as normally, I have had a rough few days :/.

The man took me to a room. He sits me on a small seat, a bunch of wires clearly visible. This was it. He was running the test. I would be a Different. No more Kirstie. No more family. No more sanity. I sigh.

"Hi, can I ask your name?" He asks calmly. His voice wasn't very intimidating, but I knew his intention. I guess that's why I was terrifying. 

"Mitchell." I say. He looks down at me.

"Full name."

"Mitchell Coby Michael Grassi." I hesitated before saying the words. He types things into a computer. He nods.

"I looked up your profile. It says here that you've been caught lurking around past sleeping hours. You've randomly vanished into unknown places, and that you've been caught crying twice." I nod.

"Sounds like me." I whisper. He continues to type.

"I'm going to clear it before anyone sees." My head turned so fast I thought I had torn it out of place. "No more negative record."

"Thank you so much! Are you a serious?"

"100%." He says with a smile. "My name is Kevin Olusola. Keep my secret and I keep yours."

"What secret?"

"That I save kids from being marked as Differents." He explains. "Just be more careful out there, okay? None of the other silvers are like me. Don't get caught, kid." I nod. Kevin opens the door and let's me out the back.

I didn't really know what just happened. I had labels already? The silvers were suspicious of me. And Kevin just cleared my profile like it was nothing. How is he a silver? He should be a Different. It made no sense to me. I got extremely lucky with Kevin.

I was late for class. How would I explain this? Maybe I just shouldn't go in, say I was sick. Id be turned in for coming in late.

Drakes Den was the only place I felt I could be right now. So that's where I started towards. I took the same route as usual, watching a series of Differents walk past. They looked so...dead. Like there was nothing for them, and their probably wasn't. I turn behind the old building to where Drakes Den was.

"Shouldn't you be in class right now?" I ignored the voice. He was the last person I wanted to here right now. I just kept walking. "Silent treatment. That's a new one." I turned around so quick the he almost ran right into me.

"I'm not in the fucking mood for this right now." I snap, tears brewing under my eyelids. He shakes his head.

"Please don't cry." I wanted to smack him. To punch him and make him feel pain.

"Then stop talking to me. Just leave me alone. I'm done with it. You have ruined everything for me." He sighs. I accidentally let a tear slip. I wipe it away quickly. "I'll never forgive you." He looked so hurt at the words that I felt bad. "I have to go." I turned and started walking again.

"Mitch!" He says, stopping me and grabbing my arm.

"Mitchell." I say.

"I can't stop. I can't leave you alone. I just can't." He says. "You need me just as bad as I need you."

"I don't need shit!" I snap again, making sure to keep my voice low. "How about this, if you keep talking to me, I'll turn myself in and I know you don't want that." He had no words to say, just looked down. I took off in the direction of Drakes Den.

My foot tripped and fell, but I just stayed on the ground. I didn't feel like getting up. Just cry. All of my emotions let out on the grass behind an abandoned building. I was terrified.

Scared of how this boy forced his way into my life, how I let him. Scared of what he does to me. Makes me feel a way that can't be described. It was terrifying knowing that you have been changed by someone, but not knowing how or what changed.

I cry about Kirstie, about how I lost my best friend because of the same boy. I cried because I needed her and she didn't need me. She'd be better off without me. I cried because I was a risk to her life.

Scott had changed everything. I was fine before he came. I would've been with Kirstie and not questioning myself. I wouldn't have lost my best friend. I wouldn't have lost myself.

I push myself off of the ground and finish my way to Drakes Den. I push the small door open and crawl inside. I heard a faint sobbing sound. I crawl in completely and saw Kirstie. And she was bawling her eyes out. She looks up and makes eye contact with me.

"I'm supposed to be mad at you." She says. "But I really need you." I nod and rush to her side, trying to look like I wasn't crying just moments before and be there for her like she was for me.

"What happened, Kirst?" She chokes on her sobs, trying to figure out a way to say the words.

"M-Matt!" She yells. "They took him." Matt was Kirstie little brother. He was only seven. "It should've been me. He isn't the Different, I am!" I slowly run my hand through her hair comfortingly. I try not to cry myself. Matt was like my little brother as well.

But he was like me. He dreamt of seeing the world in color. He wanted to leave this place. He wanted to speak his mind, and he did as much as he could. And it resulted in him being marked.

I saw it coming. I felt bad for him. He didn't know any better. He was too young to realize the bad in it. If only he was my age. He could've understood to keep it more secretive, not tell all of his friends about it at lunch and explain it at the dinner table.

"I miss him." She says, looking down. "I miss you."

"I miss you too. I'm sorry. I'm here for you, love." She nods.

"Mitchy, please don't lie to me." I nod. "Are you a Gay?"

"Yes, Kirstie, I am."