Watching Him

Prologue

We were made to not talk about him. We were made to forget that he, or that his family, ever existed.

I was made to forget him.

Something went wrong.

I tried to ignore it. It was just my imagination, I was over tired, all the usual suspects. But I couldn’t stop thinking about him.  

The day they left was a blur to me, but at least I had that, a blur, instead of a fake memory that They tried to feed us. I remember him looking at me, the same way he’s looking at me now as I’m getting dragged away. It was a haunting look, one that would take me years to describe. I guess I had years now.

His brown hair flopped into his blue eyes as he stared at me in horror.  I could never forget that look as he suddenly realised everything. Everything about me. Everything I was hiding from him. Everything. I struggled to get to him, to tell him that I would be fine, and that he needed to forget about me just like I was made to forget about him. But I couldn’t get to him.

I hated Them.

I hated that They were doing this to me.

I hated that I was doing this to him.

I breathed in and out trying to calm myself down. But I couldn’t I just panicked, knowing that he would probably never be safe again. So instead, I breathed and let out a scream.

“NICK!”

--Hey, this might sound really confusing so far, but don't worry! As you keep reading (if you want to, no pressure) it will all fall into place :) xx