Breathe

Running Faucet and gray skies

Sanjit awoke with a bad crick in her neck, soft but firm hand nudging her all the while.

"Sanjit, Sanjit? Wake yourself, we need to fix up." The Russian accent seeped through her brain and registering as Illya. Sanjit ached, then her heart sped up twenty paces when she felt the throb on her waist and stomach area. Without touching it, she knew what it said:

Stick.

Angry blue eyes gazed into her soul. Reading her front and back cover, then began to read her again. Goosebumps pricked at her skin, her stomach felt unwanted pain. Sanjit looked around, they were on the school Bus.

" How did you get me on the school Bus without anyone asked questions?" Sanjit questioned, dumbfounded. Illya looked at her as if it was obvious.

"Because no one pays attention in this world, if they saw me and you they just thought I was carrying you on my back asleep and you were letting me," he explained.

Sanjit nodded, "Oh. I see...Well thank you."

Illya nodded, looking outside at the gray skies.
Sanjit sat back, the headache taking over. She began to tidy herself up a bit. The Bus wobbled at a comfortable pace. Illya broke away from the outside and his thoughts, that no one was allowed in. Sanjit was too interested not to try to get in anyway. Illya got a small box took out some band aids.

"You can put these on damaged place." Illya informed.

Sanjit nodded slowly. " Okay, thank you again." Sanjit put on the bandages and right herself to look decent. As she did this, she found it humorous that the thugs don't even ride the bus.

Silence fell upon them once again as she finished.
Sanjit just couldn't get why he helped her, and he always is there in just enough time. Sanjit shook her head and looked out the window, gazing at the trees that they passed.

"Something is bothering you?" Illya asked, bringing Sanjit away from the dangerous spot in her mind.

Sanjit nodded and continued to look out the window.

"Would you like to... Tell what is bothering," Illya probed.

"You," she answered shortly.

"I see, why is that?" His voice on edge.

Sanjit sighed alittle and finally met a cold and curious gaze. She was frozen in place. They were so close his breath kissed her skin. She broke out of the gaze, sucked in a breath, then continued.

"I don't get you. You help me so much, when you could easily ignore me like everyone else does. Though.. You don't. You always help me. You even brought a kit..I don't get why you do that. No one else does. You don't have to be my friend, you know." Sanjit spilled out in one breath.

Illya chuckled, it left Sanjit breathless. She didn't want to get too close to anything that could destroy her even more. Though what choice did she have? His laugh caused her to get dizzy and alert. She still could see anger, hear the pressure in everything he does and says.

"Why wouldn't I help you? Four against one is unfair. Plus, it is like said.. We see something in you that you don't see. It intrigues me. Also, the kit wasn't for you. I bring it for.. personal reasons." That was all he said, it only left Sanjit with more questions, but she kept quiet. Secretly, she knew what the kit was for, but she didn't think about it, for it left shivers down her spine and a pit in her stomach.

"Tell me about self, Sanjit." Illya all but asked.

Sanjit just shrugged, "There isn't anything to tell, Illya." She told him.

"There must be." Sanjit shakes her head. " I have a dog named Universe, He's my Joy. My favorite color is red."

"Why is that?" He tilted his head and does that thing that he always does. It was like he was trying to read her motive, or try to read her stories, her secrets, her spirit all over again.

"Because red is everywhere in my life. Splattered against walls. If anyone wanted to know my story in form of a picture it would just be red everywhere and .. One spot of yellow," she performed drawing a small on the seat in front of her.

"Why one spot of yellow in form of picture?"

'Because it would be the small circle you, Miss Jane, and universe belong in my life. Sanjit thought it quietly, she almost wanted to say it.

"You did say it." Illya enlightened and Sanjit nodded embarrassed. "Oh."

Illya leaned his head back and let out a hearty laugh. Sanjit looked away in embarrassment and shame. Though Illya was laughing, she could hear the slight force. The push of desperation to make everyone either think he is okay, or that he will never be anything but angry.

Sanjit looked right past that glass stained window and saw the broken person that Illya didnt want anyone to see. Even though it was only for a split second, she saw it. Sanjit caught herself staring, long after he was done laughing. She stumbled over her words and looked down at the bus floor.

"Tell me about yourself, Illya." She commanded.

Illya's gazed never wavered, He only stared. Sanjit felt his eyes study and read her. Count every flaw on her body. Run. Run. Danger. He's dangerous.
Destructive. The thoughts danced behind her eyelids as she closed her eyes.

Finally the silence broke and Illya spoke. " My father is gone, my mother is broken, and I'm a grenade." He confessed.

Sanjit shook her head. "What is your real story? Not some sap story. Your mom may be broken but she can still smile and look past the pain, so she is not so far gone. Your dad, you have to look past that. You... You can still smirk." Sanjit tried.

"So there is still hope, hm?"

Sanjit heard the stones in his voice, she could feel the heat radiating off his body. Her heart sped up, her head alarms ringing.

  "I used to think that there was always hope, but i always got proved wrong. So who am I to say there is?" Sanjit shrugs looking out towards the upcoming school.

Sanjit heard a small chuckle. Illya turned her head towards him. She stared into the eyes that screamed for blood, but were as blue as the clean sea. She felt her heart stumble to pick up on its slack. Sanjit's brown and grey eyes were no match for his icy blues.

"интригующая маленькая птичка" Illya whispered and got up as the bus jolted to a stop.

"What?" Sanjit called out to him.