"He took you too?" I asked.
He nodded at me slowly and brought his attention back to fiddle his fingers.
"You're like Eleven from Stranger Things" I said. He looked up at me in confusion.
"Who's that?" He asked.
"You actually do talk?" I sarcastically asked. He shrugged and disconnected our eye contact. I huffed in frustration and we fell into a silence.
We sat like this for a few minuets, nothing but our breathing and awkward silence filling the air.
"She's quiet" I spoke up. He looked back at me and I continued. "She was scared, and people are after her, she's basically mute" I explained. "But she's strong and brave. She keeps fighting and living her life while deep down she's scared" I added.
He broke our eye contact again, a habit he seems to possess. I gave up and stood up from the floor and tried to open the door to get out, but it was locked.
"I am like her" he simply muttered.
