Trying

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Adam's POV

It's been like a couple weeks now, and I hope my friends have actually tried to fine me. This girl, Fern, is really strong and seems to be handling this well. She's the one with all the treatments, and yet I'm the one that is scared the most. I guess they won't do anything to me really, because if they wanted to, they would have already. Ferns on the verge of snapping, though. They keep testing her, see how much she can take. They inject her with stuff that doesn't change the outside appearance of her, just the inside. They replaced her heart with a metal one, and she doesn't show expressions on her face anymore. Just the scars from her acid tears.

Ferns POV

I've tried. But I've forgotten how to laugh. I can't smile, I can't frown. I can't even cry. It hurts so much, all these feeling boiling up together inside of me, but I can't let it out. I feel angry, happy, confused, sad, terrified, starving, thirsty ... but I don't feel love. I'm not even sure what love feels like..

So after a couple weeks, I've been through a couple more surgeries. Adam probably told you. I have a metal heart, and no expressions. That stuff they injected into me was spider venom. At first, I got super ill, and Adam was so concerned. But over time I developed an immunity to it.

I stood up from where I was sitting, against the wall in my usual spot. I spread my wings, and stretched. Noticing Adam staring at me, I went and sat down in the middle of the floor and started braiding my hair. I guess I can only wait until my next meal.

"So..." he said.

"Hm?"

"What do you think will be for lunch?" he asked.

"Probably the same thing we have everyday. Oatmeal. it's not very nutritious." I answered, making a point.

"Yeah." we sat in awkward silence for a like half an hour, till the oatmeal came. I devoured mine while Adam savored his. Typical human. Wait, what? I swear I'm going insane. We continued to talk about Minecraft, and I learned a lot. I already knew about Minecraft, but I haven't played since 1.2, so some things were new to me. I knew diamonds were special, I had a necklace representing one. But I didn't know about horses, or double-chests. I can't believe what I missed! Where have I been all this time?...... Oh, that's right. Nowhere. And everywhere. I have no memory, of back then. Except Minecraft, for some reason? It started getting late, so I went to my corner and started to curl up. But a guard entered the cage and grabbed me by the neck. I screamed in pain, as he dragged me out.

"Let go of her!" yelled Adam. He tried to punch the guard, but the guard slapped him and kicked him to the floor. He glanced up at me, face bloody, and I reached out to him.

"NOO! let me go!" I yelled, before the guard injected me with a giant needle, and I blacked out in pain.

Next thing I knew, I was back in the cell. I got up, it was morning. But something was different. I looked over my back, and gasped. I had... had... blood-stained white feather wings, instead of black bat wings! I looked at Adam, expecting him to be as enthusiastic as me but, of course he couldn't tell what I was feeling because I had no way to express my emotions.

"Oh my stars I have feather wings!" I said, to assure him. Then he finally stood up, and I realized why he was not enthusiastic. He had scars on his face from getting beaten, and bruises on his arms and legs. He tried to force a smile for me.

"How long was I out?" I asked, expressionless.

"A week." he winced in pain as he walked to me. He looked like he was going to pass out. I picked him up in my arms, and he fell asleep. Flying over to my corner, I laid him down in my lap and brushed some curls of brown hair out of his face.

"It's ok. Everything will be okay." I whispered. Then I started to sing.

"Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe, and, sound." I finished singing and laid him on the cold cement. I laid next to him, and wrapped my arms around him to keep him warm. I used my soft feather wings to cover both of us, as I fell asleep next to him.

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