Wooden World (Divergent Themed)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - Breakfast

I keep hearing noises as I try to sleep, the wind is howling every time I close my eyes and the bed continues to creak. It is very annoying. His voice replays in my mind, how his face looked when he was unconscious, but I try to push it away.

Stop! I try to command my mind again. Curiosity killed the cat, it can easily kill me too. I can't let a petty boy get in the way of what I had been working on for the past ten years. People are too trustworthy, that's how we die. Trust no one.

When I finally fall asleep, it only feels like a few minutes until I wake before the beaming sun. Caden is still asleep when I open my eyes. I dress into some new, and cleaner, clothes and make breakfast; berries and water, some bread.

I hear more moaning and slight groans in pain and know he is almost up, then almost on que he says, "Hey." I lean over in bed so my head is on his shoulder, but quickly stand up. What is wrong with me? I think to myself. I walk over to the kitchen area.

"Morning." Is all I say and begin to eat my food, "Do you want some, too? I mean, you don't have to, but if you do want some..." I look down, blushing. He makes me have these things in my stomach and sometimes they make me giggle or smile.

"Yes. Please." He sits next to me, too close. I scoot over, closer to the wall, "Sorry." He mutters and I blush again. I can't believe he is making me blush. This is the weirdest thing ever. We sit in silence as I make his breakfast. It's just toast with jam-mushed berries-and water, same as mine.

"Here." I push the plate of food over to him and he slowly chews. When I finish eating my cold breakfast, I make my bed, the one I shared with him. My stomach gets that fluttery feeling again and I sit down.

"So Karter," His rousy morning voice surprises me, "How long you been here?" He gestures to the cabin.

"Ten years." I look at my nails, pushing back my thumb cuticle. It is a lame reponse, but I don't care.

"Oh. Long time, no mom or dad?" He must have seen the tears threatening to spill, "Sorry, nevermind."

I don't say it's fine or okay I was just say, "No." And smooth out the quilt, it's small, barely holds me, but it's warm and works. All I care about.

"Karter?" he asks.

"Yeah?" The tears go down and I praise for that. Thank you Lord.

"What was it like? Your past, I mean." His cheeks look flushed and I chuckle.

"Brutal. Men would come through here and destroy parts of the campsite, I'd shoot them dead." His face freezes, "Kidding, kind of. But it was hard. A lot really."

"Sorry." He mutters something else, but I don't hear it.

"You should sleep."

"I don't want to." Suborn much?

"Now." I demand and he nods, his eyes roll instead to say 'I'm not five', "I'll go shower."

I walk to the river, humming the song, 'Oh, my Melody'. It was peaceful as I wash my long, dirty blonde hair. I sing other songs, like 'The Wise'.

"If I gave you a care

would you use it all

when the wise come walking

and the dumb just come fall.

I gave you a chance

not to concede

but when you did

you gave me a plead.

The wise were much better

walking with grace

but we all failed

to make some sense with your little face."

When I come back, he is asleep, and soon I am too.