Star Nights Gaze

Seen me, met me.

Isabel's POV

After the hike back, I immediately hacked up the number and supplies.

"Here, call this. Don't screw this up if you get an interview."

"Do you know the position ?"

"No, just... all of you will put in an application. We can't afford to miss this." I ordered and stated.

"Maybe this person will hire all of us." He's trying to be optimistic.

"Ryan... that probably won't happen." Sorry, I'm a realist.

I gave everyone a water bottle  and end up having a dilemma : what to eat.

"Who's having what ?" I questioned.

"We can start a fire, and I'll make the soup."

'That's seddled."

"That's a good idea, but we don't have anything to start a fire." I protested.

"When you're right, you're right."

I checked each can for a pop top, as we don't posses a can opener.

'Found one.'

I crouched beside mom, handing her a can of peas.

"Here, it's not warm, but you can live off of them since it's full of vitamins. Boys get a can."

They've popped the tops, and started eating like wolves.

"Sis, aren't you hungry? "

"I'll eat later, rest, I'll take watch." And sure enough they do just that.

The night is eerily peaceful. Crickets play their violins  while the fire flies perform.
My body locked at the climax of the performance...

'Why can't I move ?'

...then out of nowhere I curled into a ball.

'Why am I sobbing ?'

Tears made their march down my cheek. Soft and uncontrollable wails took over my voice and mouth.

My vision isn't so good either, and it's not because of the tears; it has left my throat sore and irritated.

I'm so tired. Sleep sounds so amazing right now.

'No, I said I'd watch them.'

I had no say in the matter though. My eyes closed, my breathing slowed, and with enough time my body and mined fell unconscious. Whisking all problems to the back of the brain.

~Dream scape ~

"Hello Isabel. "

"Who are you ? Where am I ?"

Who the fuck is this guy ? I don't even recognize it, the dude is just a black figure.

"I'm not the real person, but you've net him."

All of a sudden the tip top of the scalp came to reveal itself.

"Seen my hair, not my face. How sad. Not even the right shade. "

"Who are you ?" I repeated to it. I'm getting tired of playing sheraids.

"You've seem me, met me. I helped you. Now, use that brain of yours !"

His voice was calm, then turned... aggressive ? No, it's just trying to get the point across.

~Dreams end ~