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The story of a lost boy, a fisherman's daughter, a heartless soul and a lonely mechanic lost in the stars.
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You'll never leave.
Stay here forever.
All alone.
Only us for company.
"Quite." I groaned, gripping the sides of my head.
We're your friends now.
Your other ones don't care.
They aren't coming for you.
They've already forgotten.
"Quiet!" I violently tugged against my chains.
"No ones talking." I heard Zillah sigh from across the hall, "only you."
"Sorry." I let my hands drop to my sides. I needed to get out of here, I was going insane.
"I'm getting used to it." I glanced her way and saw a smile tracing her lips. I forced a smile back. "Just don't talk to them."
"To who?" I traced a pattern on the ground.
"The voices." I could tell she rolled her eyes when she said it. I cringed at her words, fists clenching slightly.
"They're the only ones who listen." I murmured, not being able to bring myself to look at her.
"Your heart's made of glass, so transparent, so easy to break." From the corner of my eye I saw her skin ripple, disappearing. My head snapped up, worried she was gone, leaving me all alone once again. But when I looked hard enough I could see the outline of her body, the way the dim lights bounced off her clear skin and how the wall was slightly disoriented on the other side.
Glass.
"I get it." I sneered, throwing a rock at her through the cell bars. She changed back into a human form before it shattered her skin. Her laugh radiated down the haunted halls and for a moment I thought I heard a laugh echo hers. Another lost soul, craving the presence of others. I started to laugh as well, not really knowing why.
"So, Max. The greatest," she caught my eyes and winked, "What did you do? Before being taken here?"
"Why do you want to know?" I played with the hem of my shirt, the blue was faded and dirty.
"Just trying to make conversation, doesn't the silence get boring?" She was right, the sound of another voice was comforting.
I thought for a moment, trying to bring myself back to that life, "Well, I was a student, if that's what you were asking? And I worked at the pizza place down the road." My voice caught, "I wonder if my friends think I'm dead, or if they've filled my spot yet."
"What were you training to become?" She asked, ignoring the comment on my friends.
"I hadn't decided yet. Just going to school, waiting for things to fall into place."
