Location Nowhere Destination Unknown [Discontinued]

Trip With Charcoal

"P.S."

I turn a page.

"P.S."

Remembering that's what I'm being called, I look up. Charcoal is in the doorway, looking at me, confused. I cock my head.

"Why are you still in my room?"

So it's his room. I look around before glancing back at my book and shrugging.

He sighs. "Whatever. Are you hungry?"

I nod, not looking up from my book.

He loudly closes the door. I stare at the door for a moment. It's kind of surprising how long it's been since I ate. Two days ago at dinner. That means I didn't eat anything at all yesterday.

In fact, I only had tea yesterday.

I mark my spot and put my book down. That also means I've been away from Mom for a full day.

I wonder if she's okay. I also wonder if she's thinking the same thing.

I still have no idea how I got here.

I pull my knees to my chest and rest my chin on them.

Seriously- the last thing I remember before this was a car accident. I'm probably not dead, either. Though, how can I tell?

What if Mom died?

I mean, I wasn't paying much attention to where we were last. I was asleep when the accident happened. We could have had the accident here and she died. Though, I still don't know why I ended up in a train.

But that is it, isn't it? Mom is dead and I'm stuck in this crazy city, kidnapped by probably a gang or a weird family who probably has something to do with fire now that I think about it-

No, no, no. I need to stop thinking about this. I just need to stop. Everything will be okay, Mom isn't dead.

Hopefully.

I had already convinced myself of one thing. I started crying. I quickly try wiping my face. Charcoal could come in at any moment if he really did get me food.

I can't stop crying. Of course, the door then opens to. Charcoal is holding a couple pieces of bread.

"I didn't know what you eat so I got bread." He looks up at me. His stone cold expression doesn't change and he doesn't at all sound like he cares when he asks, "What's wrong?"

That hit me harder than it should've and I started crying harder. I look away to the door and wipe my face again.

"Not a fan of bread?" He asks- his tone finally changed. "I can make it toast instead if you really hate bread that much." I glare at the wall from his terrible and odd attempt to lighten the mood.

A hand touches my head, causing me to jump. I look up. He's making an odd attempt to comfort me. He even looks sympathetic right now. I look down at the wall again as he kneels down and pets me.

"I'm not a dog," I mutter.

"There's that voice. I actually thought you were mute."

Why is he being so weird? He continues petting me.

"Stop."

"Want to tell me what's wrong?"

I say nothing. I try making myself smaller. He stands up. After a moment, he says, "Fine, you leave me no other choice."

I tense up as soon as he said that. He grabs me by my arm and pulls me up. Then, he pulls me into a hug? I let it happen.

He begins to rub circles on my back, in another attempt to comfort me. I try to stop myself from crying again, but he's making it harder than earlier. It wasn't really long at all before I stopped and let myself break, crying harder than before. Yet, this time, it's somehow nice. I return his hug.