Broken (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2 - Who you are

I stretched, a yawn escaping my mouth. I slept surprisingly well. I don't even remember the last time I slept this well. The bed underneath me was unnaturally soft, nothing like what I was used to. Wait...

Forcing my eyes open, I jumped up in bed. My eyes searched the room, frantically. Where am I? I forced myself to relax as I took in my surroundings. I was in a bedroom, that much I knew, but whose bedroom was I in?

I pulled the covers from my body and stood up from the bed, I groaned as pain shot through my skull. I almost welcomed the familiar pain but I couldn't deny just how much it actually hurt, it was unexplainable, it was incomparable and I hated it.

To this day, I still didn't know what the cause was, which is kind of infuriating. I mean, it's been something I've been experiencing for most of my life so I was mostly used to it, I expected it but it still scared me.

Sighing, I looked more around the room. The bed I was sleeping on sat near the wall, there was a wooden desk that sat near a window, a computer sitting on top. I was never allowed technology in the facility, they said it was bad for the brain but I'd read a lot about computers and I'd love to try one out.

A large wardrobe with a mirror on the front was facing me and I could see just how bad I looked. My dirty blond hair was a complete mess and my dark blue eyes now had a redness to them, and to make things even worse my already pale skin looked even paler.

There were two other doors connected to the room, one on my left and one on my right. One of them had to lead more into the house, so one of them was probably a bathroom, right?

Taking a guess, I chose the door on my right. The door opened to reveal a bathroom, I stepped inside and approached the sink. Looking in the mirror, I pressed my eyes closed. I washed my face and ran my fingers through my hair and couple times, I still looked pretty bad but at least I looked a little less dead.

Walking back out of the bathroom, I left through the other door. I was presented with a corridor; a couple of doors lined the halls, but I headed straight for the stairs in front of me. As I got closer, I heard voices and the closer I got to the stairs the clearer the voices were.

"We can't take him there, he'll freak out!" Zach?

I stepped quietly as I descended the stairs in front of me. Were they talking about me?

"He deserves to know the truth and what the hell was that thing with Gabriel, anyway?" That one was Adrian but what he said caught my attention. Was Gabriel okay? I shook my head, feeling stupid that that was the part of the conversation I had picked up on.

"I do not know, but it is rather worrying, there is a lot we don't know and I think only Cameron will be able to explain, but he is scared," Kaden spoke quietly but with authority before I heard him sigh.

There was silence among them for the longest time so I decided to let my presence be known. I walked down the rest of the steps and made my way into what looked to be a kitchen. There they all sat, looking lost in thought. I cleared my throat and instantly had three pairs of eyes staring at me.

I tried to force a smile, but it probably looked strained so instead I simply asked, "Where am I?"

Kaden stood from his seat at a stool and approached me carefully.

"This is Adrian's house. How are you feeling, Cameron?" He smiled warmly, but I couldn't push away the uneasiness in my stomach.

"I'm okay," I simply said, it would simply be bothersome to tell the truth. Anyway people didn't really want to know, it was just polite to ask.

Sometimes I wished real life was like in my books, full of wonder and kindness.

"You can tell me the truth, Cameron. We're here to help you." That's what they used to say, I forced down a sigh as I nodded but didn't speak.