Yang's eyes immediately revert back to their original color as I scream. He whips around to face me concerned. He quickly kneels down in front of me.
"You okay?"
I feel a panic attack coming on. Hyperventilating I shake my head. Yang stares at me for moment before swearing under his breath and pulling me into a tight hug.
"Tobias? Did you hear that?" She asks scared.
The tears fall faster.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Yang swears.
"Y-Yeah, it sounded like mom and dad screaming," he answers slipping out of bed.
"W-Why would you do that Yang?"
"He was going to hurt you."
"Let's go check it out," he adds tiptoeing to the bedroom door.
"You didn't have to kill him!" I shout into his shoulder.
"Will you keep your voice down!"
"Tobias! Wait for me!" She shouts.
"Will you keep your voice down!" He whispers sternly. The brother and sister sneak down the hall towards their parents room.
"You're a murderer Yang!"
"I know, I'm sorry,"
He rubs circles into my back.
"Tobias, I-I'm scared," she whispers.
"M-Me too, but we have to see if they're all right,"
"Yin, you need to calm down! Your heart rate is way too fast for someone your age!"
"I-I can't,"
The son opens the door and screams.
"Tobias? W-what is it?" The girl asks confused yet scared.
My body feels warm and light all of a sudden. I look up at Yang through my tears. He's muttering words in a different language under his breath.
The daughter steps around her brother to peer inside the room. She screams and almost throws up at the sight.
My breathing becomes normal and my tears stop falling.
"Listen Yin, I'm sorry for what I did, but it's my job to protect you and I have to do whatever I can to do that."
I stare at him breathing in the scent of his hoodie.
"I never thought I'd say this, but the ScrapYard is a way safer place for you than the outside world right now."
I choose to trust him as I nod into his hoodie.
"But Yang, what if we get caught?"
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"You just killed somebody, someone's eventually going to discover the body."
"Don't worry I'll take care of the body," he answers staring at it with hatred in his eyes.
"What if they suspect that it was me?"
"They won't, even if they did find his body, I left shadow type injuries on him. They'll suspect one of my kind." He answers.
I nod at him. I'll have to trust him.
"The Warden has sent your friends to look for you! Listen kid, I'll visit you tonight and we'll talk more then! Okay?"
"O-Okay," I answer rubbing my eyes. He pushes me out of the closet and I walk down the hallway running into Marigold.
"C'mon Yin, Tristan's in the car a;ready, it's time to leave," She says taking my hands gently.
"Okay,"
She leads me back to the car as I try my best not to tell her what happened. The car ride home is filled with silence as I stare out the window.
YOU ARE READING
Yin's Story
HorrorA small child of about eight years old is thrown into a prison camp nicknamed The ScrapYard by all the inmates. There she must face challenges, tolerate many pains and watch the suffering of everyone around her. This is Yin's Story.