I stood in shock looking at the figure crying in Brahms' room. I was in so much shock that I couldn't register in my brain that it was a man. The only thing I could say was, "Brahms."
The sound of my own voice wasn't registering in my head. But as Brahms' name came out of my mouth- the figure's head shot up as he stood to be at least 6'5". The figure was barely visible. The only way I knew it was there was because it- he was breathing heavy quivered breaths. We stared at each other for a minute until my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I saw only the silhouette of the man's body but I could see his face illuminated by the dim light of the moon shining behind the thick clouds, reflecting on to a porcelain doll-like mask. His face was familiar. I looked at the doll and marked the significant resemblance between Brahms and the masked figure who was still crying.
I walked closer to the man, "Brahms?" I asked.
I heard him sniff. "Mm hm." He hummed.
"You're alive?" I asked.
He nodded.
Another strike of lightning and thunder hit and he cried harder, trying to be silent. I grabbed his hand which I felt him squeeze very tight. It hurt how hard his grip was but I ignored it.
When he didn't say anything I spoke, "Why are you crying?"
"Storm." He muttered in a very young child-like voice.
I walked slightly closer, and looked at his eyes. They were the most beautiful hazel eyes I'd ever seen. I took his hand and lead him to his bed, "Do you want me to lay with you until you fall asleep?" I asked him.
He nodded and laid down on his bed. I lay next to him hearing his breathing slow and soften. As I waited for his to fall asleep I began drifting to sleep as well. But that's when I realized the situation. I had been living here taking care of a doll. While a man had been there the whole time watching me..! I sat up slowly. My heart was racing. I thought Brahms would wake up from the noise. Once I stood I bolted for the door and ran to my room. I locked the door and had a little panic attack. It became hard to breath. I ran into my bed from behind and collapsed on it. Feeling strong arms wrap around me, everything went black.
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He's Inside The Walls
Hayran KurguYou find yourself babysitting after running from an abusive boyfriend. What you don't know, is that the kid is actually a doll and the parents are never coming back. Ever.