Prodigy | On Hold

2. Needle Nightmare

Cecelia

I lay there in bed, in a small crib, staring up at the ceiling in silence. The silence was disturbed when a tall man entered the room, white hair and blue eyes, he made his way over to me, my eyes wide. I had seen him a few times, yelling at my parents, my real biological parents. He clutched two large needles in his hand, ready to aim it into my body. I waved my hands around, screaming and kicking. Tears flowed down my face, angrily waving my fists. My legs, my actual legs and feet managed to kick him in the face. I giggled at his expression, halfway between amusement, and halfway between annoyance. The man stepped forward, pressing his hands firmly on my legs and plunged both needles in, a scream erupting from my lips. A new fresh wave of tears fell from my eyes, my vision slowly, going dark.

I bolted up from bed, gasping for air. I shoved my blankets off, examining my metal legs. I slowly stood, my face covered in sweat. I grabbed onto the railing along the wall and slowly, but steadily made my way to Al's room.

He was snoring, as usual, his blanket was on the side of his bed, the floor littered with his socks and other articles of clothing. I sighed, picking up the blanket and slowly tucked it in around him, making sure that he was warm before leaving.

I walked slowly down the hall, opening the door to Quinn's room. She was asleep, no doubt, her headphones over her ears as she slept, making a soft snoring. I looked around the room, knowing that Quinn would probably clean up the stack of blueprints on her desk. I smiled to myself, probably.

I left her room, shutting the door and opened the door across the hall, Ronan's. I wasn't surprised to see it empty, his balcony window open. He was sitting out on the balcony, staring at the night sky. I ducked down, making my way towards him, sitting down next to him. "Can't sleep either?" I asked, his gaze temperarily leaving the sky.

"You could say that." Ronan smiled sadly, reaching his hand out and took mine. "It's just that it reminds me so much of my parents... my biological parents."

I sighed, reaching my free hand out to reach towards the starts. "I always forget," I dropped my hand to my side, laying my head on his shoulder, "You're also an orphan, like Al and I."

"Indeed," the boy nodded, squeezing my hand slightly. "It's just that I can't imagine how you managed to live without your legs. You were in a wheelchair for so long!"

I turned away sadly, my gaze dropping from the sky. "I had a nightmare earlier. It might be the reason of my paralysis."

"What happened?" Ronan questioned, releasing my hand and wrapped his arms around me, allowing me to burrow my face in his chest.

I closed my eyes, small droplets of water leaking out of my eyes. "A man stabbed two needles into my legs, one each. I have no idea why though." I sniffled as more and more tears leaked out of my eyes.

"Are you crying?" Ronan's voice was soft, raising one of his hands to my face and caressed my cheek.

I looked up into his eyes, dropping my gaze. "I'm not crying!" I sniffled, crossing my arms. "I'm just... sweating through my eyes!"

Ronan stared at me, a small smile making its way to his face. He moved his hand to my chin, lifting it up to meet his turquoise eyed gaze. "I'll be here for you, Julia," his voice was hushed, hugging me slightly and pressed his lips to the top of my forehead. "I will always be here for you."

"Thank you, Ronan," I murmured softly, our gaze never breaking. "Y-you have no idea how much this means to me." The boy's lips pulled up into a grin as he stood, picking me up in the process.

"Come on, Julia, let's go." I closed my eyes, relaxing myself into his chest, feeling safe for the first time in days.

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Ah. Young love.

Ew! Gross!

You do realize that they're teenagers, right? Even in this futuristic state? Their bodies cannot change.

Yeah, yeah. But this is gross!

Maybe a bit, but seriously, at least the mortals of the past know that their hormones won't change in the future.

Gross, sis, gross!

I see you haven't hit puberty yet.

I'm just a little kid!

Yes, yes you are.

Stupid. At least my hormones are still in my control.

*Evil laughter* Not for long!

Ugh, girls. All about mushy gushy emotions.

Actually, you can't say that. I beat you at archery, so not all girls are mushy gushy.

Well... but I'm better at swimming!

Puh-leez, you're a guy. But we're the same height.

Yeah... but I'm smarter.

Yes, yes you are.

Well, at least I'll finally be able to talk through Albus.

Yeah... good luck.

*Rubs hands together* Next chapter will be fun. I'll guarantee it.

Depends on what people's definition of fun is.

How about humorous?

Even your funny bone isn't funny.

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