Alexandra

Part 22/Hoodie.

Not the Marble Hornets character. Lol.

Sam's POV..

It was true, I saw through her act. I knew something was up. But why was she faking? I can't believe this is happening. Though McKenna was working behind the scenes. I hope she can help us get out of this hell hole and get us back on track with the apocalypse. (This is happening around season 5, remember?) 

The elevator opened and we walked up to the railing of the roof. She put up the hood of the hoodie I gave. It was big on her.

"Sorry, I didn't know your size," I scratched the back of neck. She looked up at me. Not with a happy face. But with a tired one, she still smiled. But it didn't feel so forced.

"It's okay, thanks though," she pulled the sleeves over her hands. "It was sweet of you to give this to me," she sighed. "I don't get many gifts."

"Hey it's okay," I rubbed her back. It started to snow, she smiled softly and closed her eyes. She on the railing.

"Have you kept the secrets?" She asked worried. She looked down at the town with a worried look.

"Yes, don't worry," I smiled calmly at her. She relaxed a bit.

"Phew," she smiled. "Boss would take advantage of it, I feel weak when people know my secrets. Like they have some way to overrule me." She clenched her fists. Is she...? Opening up to me? 

"Hey, you have to return the favor though," she looked up at me. Like she was saying- 'What did I just say?" With a mad look.

"Not like that! Just you have to promise me something," I looked at her. She nodded slowly. 

"Promise me that you won't fake it? When were up here alone?" I put my hand on the 12 to 13 year old. I know she wasn't. But still, she did die at 11 years old.

She was quiet, after a little she answered. "I promise, but why do you care?" She asked genuinely. That broke my heart. 

"Because, I know it's hard to open up to people. But, it will feel better if you tell someone," I put my hand on her shoulder. She frowned, I could see tears come out. She broke out in tears. I hugged the girl.

"It's okay," I hugged her. She was crying into my chest. I felt so bad for her. After a couple minutes she let go. (Meaning they aren't hugging anymore.)

"Sorry, just that hit, you know?" She chuckled. "I hate heart to heart so bad." She wiped a tear. I smiled and she did too. It wasn't forced and I could tell she was actually happy.

We talked and talked for hours it seemed. She told me her story which was heart breaking. She cried at times. She told me funny class stories and family stories. I watched as she glowed with happiness. Thinking of her family and friends. Her best friend Kayla. 

It was interrupted by the bell. She shot up from her relaxed position. She looked at me worried. I smiled her, trying to comfort her. She closed her eyes and then put on the 'act' she had. That's what she called it.

"Come on, bro!" She put her hood down and skipped down the elevator and pushed the button. I followed her into the elevator. She snuggled in the hoodie.

"You really like the hoodie, don't you?" I smirked. She nodded.  The elevator and the other were there.

To Be Continued...