Anywhere But Here

Chapter Sixteen, Zyra's POV,

Chapter Seventeen, Our Rooms,

We are sitting on our bunk together. We are just holding hands and talking silently about little topics but not about much. Dawn is scared for her brother, she hopes that her parents don't disown him as well. We still have no idea why she got disowned. She mostly stares off into space as we sit together and wait on our bunks. I wonder if they will bring all my stuff from my apartment into our new rooms. Maybe they will buy us all new stuff, new clothing, books, and necessities. Dawn is now looking at me, she is frowning and her grip is tight on my hand. I am worried about our future. I hope we will live long fulfilling lives but that dream seems so hard to grasp.

"Zyra, do you ever think I'll ever get to play percussion again? I know it's selfish to wish to have something else to make you happier when you already have one but my hands and my mind want to read notes and play ballads" She says this and looks up at the top bunk of our bunk bed, "I just want to get lost in my music and forget about my worries and about what has happened, I just want to forget"

I look at her and give her a reassuring smile. I then squeezed her hand tightly. She looks at me glimmers of hope cascading through her eyes.

"We will forget soon enough, I have no doubt that if we ask, they'll bring you your drums to the orphanage, then I'll ask for my books, and we can both slowly forget" I say to her and give her a peck on the lips, "We will both be alright soon"

I didn't believe a word I said because, to be honest, I was scared. I was worried, frightened, any synonyms of those words about what our life will be like after we get out of here. I hold onto my last string of hope, that hope is the child protective services. They will make sure we will have a great life, right? They will make sure we live up to our full potential, right? Right?