Injustification: The Beginning of Ashes

Shye

I woke up in my room. I was dizzy and the room was literally spinning.

"Wyatt," I croaked.

I saw his head peak around the corner. He smiled and walked over to me.

"Hey, nice to see your eyes again."

"What happened?"

"I was about to ask you the same question. What happened in that dream of yours?"

I didn't want to seem weak, but I cleared my throat and explained my dream. Wyatt looked at me tentatively. Soaking in everything I said. When I finished he was still staring into my eyes.

"So, that was my dream," I said trying desperately to break the silence.

"That is incredibly creepy," he said simply.

I lowered my head and shook my head. It was just a dream. Just a dream. I felt Wyatt's fingers lift my chin.

"Shye, how old are you?"

The question confused me, but hid facial expression looked almost scared.

"Uhm..I'm..I'm fifteen, why?"

He didn't say anything he just wrapped his arms around me. I just sighed and took a shaky breath. I pressed my cheek to his collar bone. We sat there for a couple of minutes.

"Shye, I know why they chose us. When I was getting you water. I heard two men talking and I heard your name so I did some ease dropping. Shye, We're. They said we were...special. We're different, that we could see things that nobody else could. We were apart of a special group called the 'analysts.' That we were capable of anything and everything. And that we're still young enough to train. That we could be used for better and be helpful to the government."