FREAK

Noah

Amber sped around the room grabbing this and that for her journey. I sat on the bed clutching my rabbit and began thinking again.
Is she going to stop altercation? All of those people. The hell they are put through to be accepted into society. Father... Was she going to put an end to all of it? Was she going to find a way to stop the mistake that had been going on for years? What people had done this whole time...it wasn't morally acceptable. What father had done to me. One lone woman was going to put a stop to it. I couldn't help but feel that I, myself could do something to help this situation. Amber could possibly die. I wouldn't let that happen. So many people cared about her here.
My thoughts blinded me as I jumped off the bed to pack myself. She didn't notice. Adrenaline was blinding her at the time. By the time she slammed the door shut, I was right behind her. She didn't notice me until we were half way through the city. Sneaking past father all those nights finally payed off.
"Wait a minute," she turned around.
At the time, I had stationed myself behind a trash can. My eyes widened. Welp, had to happen sooner or later.
"Bud?!" She shouted after turning the corner to see me.
I smiled awkwardly, "Miss Amber," I waved at her.
Her face turned into one of disappointment, "how did I not notice you? Hell, why are you here?!"
"I'm..." I paused and raised my tone, "I'm coming with you."
She face palmed and looked back down at me, "we're too far into town for me to bring you back unnoticed," she laughed and threw her head back in frustration, "I'm not just going into the most secured place in this city. No, I'm going with a thorn in my side."
I glared at her, "how do you know I'm not useful?"
She laughed, "you're ten."
I looked away, "whatever, as you said, it's too late now."
            She grabbed my hand, "shut it, bud. You're on my bad side."
            I clutched my rabbit harder as we approached the tallest building in the city. The nighttime ambiance did little to calm my nerves as the city was quieter than usual. She led me to the back and had me crawl into a window in the storage unit.
           "I hope you know what you're getting into," she said, "cause you're going to need a weapon."
           I bit my lip as she reluctantly handed me her combat knife. I could tell she hated giving a kid so young something as dangerous as a weapon. She wouldn't look as she gave it to me.
           "I'm sorry you have to do this," she said, "but I guess it will prove how brave you are, bud," she faked a smile and ruffled my hair.
           The both of us continued to walk blindly into danger clutching each other's hands tightly.