Scream.

Chapter 13

(SKYLARS POV)

I tried to leave Dylan to his prayers, tried to ignore them, but I knew they were about me. As the wind swept his hair from his face I saw desperation in his eyes. I wanted to make him stop, I wanted to take away the hurt, more than anything, I just wanted to scream,

'I'm right here! Look, it's okay!! I'm here!'

But it wasn't, I didn't remember him at all. I didn't know where my mother was and I didn't remember going through puberty at all so you could pretty much say - it wasn't okay.

It was worse on him. I'm sure it was. It shouldn't have been, but it was. I was the one who didn't know where my family was. I was the one that went to bed in a nice cozy warm bed by the few and woke up on the cold ground in a new body with a strange boy. But it was so much harder on him. I heard him crying at night, when he thought I was asleep. I heard his desperate prayers when he thought I was distracted. And I saw his sad, longing looks when he thought I wasn't looking.

It broke my heart, seeing him so torn apart. Although I'm not quite sure why. I didn't remember caring for him, but I was sure that I had. We had to do something. After what felt like hours, I took a deep breath and turned towards him,

"I think we need to have a talk.."

I said as calmly as I could. He nodded sadly, refusing to make eye contact. I started nervously,

"I-I don't remember anything..when I woke I thought I was thirteen. It's become clear to me that I'm older, but that's what I thought. I don't know where my family is - if something happened to them or if I moved out or something I don't remember it.."

By this this time, I could feel my breath quickening, and I was telling myself to be strong as I noticed a Dylan angrily wipe a stray tear from his eye.

"A-And this body..it's new to me. I was so clumsy in it at first, I wasn't used to the length of my own legs. I don't remember getting older. And that thing that you saved me from..you knew exactly what it was.."

I whispered,

"And it was like...like I remembered it..from a dream."

He had his face in his hands. He looked up after noticing I had stopped.

"..and?"

He asked, with a broken look on his face.

"And what..?"

I asked, knowing exactly what he meant. He spoke again,

"You're leaving something out for my sake, tell me.."

I took a shaky breath, tears falling down my face,

"And..I don't remember you. Not much. I feel like I cared for you, but I don't recognise you at all. I have nightmares sometimes...and you're in them. Screaming. Running after me. I don't know why but you're always there.."

He looked hurt; like I'd torn him in two. I started to apologise but he stopped me put his hand up, gesturing for me to stop. He took a minute to collect himself, he spoke hoarsely, sounding like he was on the verge of tears,

"I..."

He choked back a sob, putting his face in his hands. A moment later he looked up and breathed deeply. I nodded encouragingly at him.

"I think..I think I need a moment."

And with that, he turned and ran. And I could hear his sobs from the moment he did. I slumped back to the ground, thinking 'Best he gets it out of his system..'

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OoOoOoOo did you guys like it? That chapter was longer than normal, and they're finally communicating! Now what do you guys think, should I do Dylan's POV next or stick with Skylar's? Let me know in the comments below or else I'll have to decide for myself!

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