A powerful girl in the grasp of a pair rigorous hands.
What will that cause?
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Dying from physical and mental harm, he suddenly came in.
In the dark, isolated from the world.
In the dark, he helped me survive.
In the dark, he made me feel again.
...
"Then she just walked away from me!" I exclaimed as I finished my complains to Ross. We sat on the oily grass, me plucking some poor green plants and throwing them into the air, my eyes trailing after the grass as it danced with the wind. Ross surveyed his view serenely, seeming peaceful. I, however, was fuming.
"I can't believe her! Is it my fault?" I said, folding my hands into my lap, watching my fingers fiddle with each other as another silence filled the forest. He sighed, lowering his head to meet my face. He cupped my chin, forcing me to look directly into his eyes. I felt humiliated, spilling out all my thoughts and expecting him to solve my quandaries and issues.
And so I didn't allow myself to gaze back at him.
My cheeks rested on his warm palms, and I lick my lips to wet them. "She needs some time, too, okay? You both are strong and independent women, I'm sure when you guys realize your similarities, you'd be intimates in no time." He released my head, allowing me to get lost into his hazel pools.
"But what about our dissimilarities?" I asked quietly, considering his words. "There's practically none," he replied. At that, I scoffed.
Then we both stared nonchalantly into the sky.
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"Someone will find us for sure," I said, agitated.
Maybe it is my imagination, but I have been hearing people's voices everywhere, all around me. Like they are going to attack at the right time. Like they are awaiting for their moment to strike. I have been debating on whether not to tell the others. They already look at me like I'm an alien, and I didn't need them contrasting me to what normal people would feel or think or hear. And I lecturing that I'm not ordinary.
It seemed like the perfect teammate I have was the kid Wesley. After we gathered, ate dinner (which was a poor dead bunny), I locked eyes with Wesley. He approached me with difficulty. Narrowed eyes. Balled fists. Maybe I made a mistake. He definitely doesn't trust me, so why would I tell him about what's on my mind?
I sent him a glare that made his hands clenched tighter.
I yelled out to him when he was a few feet away: "Come or don't come!" The teenager's wariness was provoking me. I felt my anger rise up to my throat. "What am I to you? A monster? A heartless witch?" I choked on my own saliva. Despite my screams, Anna and Ross still haven't showed up in my eyes.
He swung his long legs quickly, moving like a soldier, to stand before me. Releasing an exhale, I motioned for him to sit beside me as I kneeled down, my palms supporting my balance by putting my arms' weight on the ground. He didn't show any lack of bravery as he folded him laps into a criss-cross-appalsause.
"I've been thinking," I started after I intake a deep breath. "That maybe we should keep moving. You know? We're going to be discovered soon." My goal wasn't for him to agree, is was for him to consider it, to have the danger of us staying in one place cross his mind. And...a little hope that he'd warn the others. After all, what comes out of my mouth is nonsense to Ross and Anna.
A noise erupted from his throat, "uhhh..."
I threw my head down, defeated.
My arms slapped on both of Wesley's broad shoulders. "Contemplate it," I hissed. "And tell Anna and Ross so they can excogitate. It's the least you can do." The last sentence slipped out of my lips into a harsh comment. Instinctively, I clamped my hand over my mouth and nose and prayed for him not to take any offense.
The boy only looked flummoxed. "Me? Advice Ross and Anna?" His eyes were as big as salad plates.
"Yes, you," I spat.
"How?"
"Talk to them. They'll treat you normally, like they won't do to me."
"Erm.."
"Do it!"
I was tempted to slap his cheek, knock the bewilderment and dumbness from his expression. Before my hand reaches up to whack him, he stood up intensely and wiped his butt. "I'll talk to them," he promised, before offering his hand out to me. I smiled, my chest filled up with warmth as I was assisted up to my feet.
"Thanks," I said breathlessly. Our arms linked together as we ran back.
Then, a chilling shriek echoed through the forests. Shook the trees. Vibrated the ground. Made Wesley scream in response. Made me collapse on the floor, dazed. We couldn't move, only to raise our fists for protection. I didn't acknowledge the sound. I wasn't sure if I know what affrighted me:
The fact that Anna and Ross might be in trouble, or the fact that the shrill and piercing shriek wasn't from both of them.
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Oh hellooooo
How long have I not updated? I can't keep track of time.
So many things happened this week, I'm still dazedd haha.
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