Within The Heart (Short Story)

Within The Heart 5

             I didn't really feel like eating. Have ate something in three days and not becuase I wasn't hungry, but because I didn't want to eat. I stood in my room most of the time. Parents coming in and out, kids crying their eyes out. But there was also more teenagers like me. A few were beaten really badly, others were just to hurt to even speak of what ahppened. 

             And I always thought I had it bad. But the truth is, I wasn't the only one having problems. Thousands of kids and teens were. Some of the girls were brought here because they were raped. Others because they're parents didn't care, beat them, and miss treated him. My parents died, but they're in a good place now. Even if I want them here.

             But these girls, they were miss treated by the people that gave them birth. And the guys don't really talk much. I know one is here because his parents didn't like that he did drugs or something like that.

             But what I don't really get is, why is still cant forgive god for taking my parents away. I praied and praied and praied but nothing happenes. I slowly start to lose all trust in god. 

             I sat in my room from when the sun came out and until it went down. I had my own room now. The little girl that was here got moved. I don't know where to. But before she left she gave me a big hug and I didn't know why since she only knew me for a day and a half. But I'm guessing she was so excited to have a friend because her mom left her here as a baby and she never really had one. 

             I haven't seen the coffee guy since that day. And everytime my door openes I wished that it would be him, but it never us. Why isn't it? Why isn't he coming back? Did he forget about me? But none of these questions were being answered. But then again, I was asking them to myself. 

             At night you don't hear anything. So what I would do is cry myself to sleep. Hearing my foolish sobs calms me down because it reminds me that I am human. It's werid to say, "Reminds me I'm human." But it isn't so weird when you've felt the way I've felt. I didn't have a family to go to. Nobody from my mom or dad side wanted me because my mom sides hated my dads side. And my dads side hated my moms. 

             And why would they have someone living in their house with the blood of their enemies?

             I laid on my bed for hours without nothing coming out my mouths but little shouts for help, for freedom. I turned off my light so I can sob in the dark. My door opened making me jump in shocked.  I didn't say anything. I just waited until the person that was in my room to answer. 

             "It's me, coffee guy." The guy whispered. I felt my bed go down and seen a shadow in front of me.

             "Why are you here?" I mumbled into my knee. I was scared. And I'm not ashamed to admite that. 

             "Why are you here?" He asked. But I said nothing. He waited a few minutes, but again, I still said nothing. "You can trust me."

             "How do I know that? I don't know you. Your a stranger to me." I said. 

             "Your Jessica, right?" 

             I nodded. But then realized he couldn't see me. "Yes. How do you know?" I asked.

             "I know what happened." He said. "Your parents were killed in a car crash, weren't they?"

             "Shut up." I warnd. I even flinched at the sound of ym own voice.

             "Look, I don't want to upset you." He said. "I'll just go." 

             Funny how I didn't know this person. He was a complete stranger to me, but I didn't want him to go. "Please stay." I begged. "Just until I fall asleep." He sigh and pulled the blankets over me.

             "Fine," He said. "I'll be right here on the floor next to the bed. But when you fall asleep, I'll have to go." 

             "Okay." I mumbled. The blankets warmed my skin making me feel more calmed. And with the coffe guy here, I felt even better. "Whats your name?" 

             "Drew." He said smiply. 

             "Well, Drew?" I asked, playing with my hair.

             "Hmm?" He hummed. His scent was very different then most guys. It wasn't stronger and it wasn't a bad smell either. He smelled sweet and nice. Like if he was in a place full of roses. Ah the smell of roses. And his voice was deep and sexy but light and sweet at the same time. He had this bad boy, but caring sweet guy edge going on with him. And he sure knew how to work it.

             "Thank you." I whispered. He looked up and I could only make out a tiny bite of his smile form the moon light.

             "Your welcome." He replied.

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Isn't very long but I realzied I haven't uploaded this story in a while so I felt like doing a short chapter now. Hope you liked it.