Destiny

3 - Concerns

It's been a few days since I've arrived to the Resistance Camp, during that time Anemone had kept me plenty of company. Honestly, it was nice- Anemone was like a cool mom towards me... but I'm not sure how familiar these androids are with families, so I kept quiet about it. Throughout the days, 2B had visited quite frequently to "get mission updates"... Anemone said there were no missions, and that she was just a little concerned of how I was. Although it meant a lot to me, it also made me afraid of why she'd be concerned. I'm just a human, I won't get in danger.. right?

Laying on my bed, I stared at the ceiling and sighed. The situation as a whole has been tiring me out, and making me extremely anxious... there's so little I know, and so much I probably don't want to know. Like.. where is everybody? Where am I? What is YoRHa? Hm.. maybe I can ask Anemone. At the moment, she's out running some errands, so I'll just have to keep contemplating everything. Honestly, though, my poor brain can't even process the information I have now. Ugh, I hope at least 2B will give me some information next time she's here. Until then.. hey. 2B..How is she right now?

She seemed like someone who performs very dangerous acts.. I hope she doesn't overdo herself. Now that I think about it, she could probably lose her life at any time, seeing how reckless she could possibly be. Though.. I guess androids might be different. Maybe they have multiple lives, or.. I don't know. Whatever happens, I just want her to be safe... she is the one who saved MY life after all. I'm forever in her debt, so, I want to protect her like she protected me... even though my skills have shown to be mediocre, if even. Sighing, I turned over and my eyes locked to the sword that I had used back when I first awoken. When.. I first awoken.

No. Stop. You're already overthinking too many things right now.. the last thing you need to do is lose yourself over the fact you don't even know yourself. It's.. it's terrible, but I'll be okay. All of these androids.. they're here for me, and I'll figure out who I am soon. I know I will.. but in order to do so, I need to be stronger. Ripping myself away from the comfort of my bed, my feet made their way towards the weapon. Kneeling, my hands grabbed it by the sheath, and I held it against my chest. Peering out the doorway, I looked around the area. To be honest, I don't pay much attention to my surroundings, so I wanted to double check where I was going before I got lost.

Hesitantly, I made my way out of the room, and swiftly made my way to the exit. As I was almost out, I saw the familiar ruined city once again... along with the site, a sense of fear rushed through me. No, not because of the machines.. I wasn't scared of them right now. This fear was.. unknown. Suddenly, my head started aching like crazy, and I dropped my sword and collapsed. My vision was fading, and I had no control over myself. Tears formed in my eyes, and all I could think about was the pain going through my head. Breathing heavily, my body slowly made it's way closer to the ground.. and the last thing I felt, was the warmth of the grass and dirt underneath me.

I stood in front of a man, who had been reprimanding me for hours of what it seemed. A young boy was watching from the other side of the room, while I held in my tears. There was no way I wanted to break in front of him, that would make everything seem like it was going to end. Although I had a straight face, my head was hurting from the concealed water droplets, and my chest ached from the fear I had felt. He's hit me before, and who knows when he'll do it again. It always pained me terribly.. but it's okay. The young boy is okay, and he's not getting hurt. As long as he's safe, I will keep smiling. I will keep smiling brightly and telling him everything's okay.. because if he's okay, everything is okay.

Although...

Although... one day, the man came home drunken, and severely injured my knee. I could barely manage to walk, and it was scary. It was scary because this was something I couldn't hide. The poor young boy would know that not everything's okay, and my role would result in failure. In my closet, I sat crying for hours. Pain was in my heart, pain was in my body, pain was.. everywhere. I want it to stop. I want to show the young boy it's okay. So.. I got up. I walked as stable as I could, and walked to his room. When I looked in there, he was missing. Where did he go? He doesn't usually leave unless I tell him it's time to eat..