Let's get out of here together

The new male

The building was dimly light outside. A tall building housing children around the ages of 10 to 19. The building had four floors, the entrance, the activity/learning, and the eating floor was next, then the children living floor, the last floor was the basement. The basement was the testing floor.

Many children were there for many reasons. One being gay or lesbian or more along the lines. Two having a mental or physical disorder. Third just because your parents no longer could handle you. The testing wasn't nice, they were brutal. Every scream or pled made it so much more worse.

Luka Elliot, a small boy with black hair that lightly covered his dull baby blue eyes. Bandages wrapped all over his lower arms and chest stained dark crimson. He had two reasons why he was there.

The boy sat quietly in the corner of his clean room knees to his chest, tightly gripping the blue baggy pants. He never dared talk back or look up. He was too scared and could never find the words. His room had two beds with white sheets on either side of the wall, his was stained light red with blood. A small window to the outside and a metal door across from the window.

He had hope of getting out one day. Year after year his childish personality faded and his hope disappeared. He couldn't bring himself to hope any longer. His once-bright baby blue eyes dulled and show nothing but emptiness and fear. His once scarless soft pale skin now had long zagged scars over his torso and short quick cuts on his wrist.

He once was happy but now his body is filled with fear, a cold bitterness. He was a child just like anyone else before he was brought to the hell hole.

Luka flinched and winced back when he heard the metal door open with a loud audible squeak. He pulled his legs closer to his fragile form as yelling and fighting could be heard on the other side of the door. There was a loud thud then a louder slam as the door was closed.

He dared to look up at who was yelling and noticed another person. The male was yelling and hitting the door to break it. That caused Luka to cover his ears from the loud banging and hide his face in his knees again. The banging and yelling stopped as the spot Luka was darkened.

Luka flinched back at the soft touch. "Hey. You ok?" The calm but annoyed voice asked. It was deep and a little rough with a Scottish accent. Luka decided to look up at the male as he slowly moved his hands down.

The male had short oak brown hair with warm golden eyes. His skin was softly tanned and he was definitely taller by at least a foot.

"I'm ok," The shaking small male said. His voice shaking laced with fear, he had a soft Irish accent behind the fear. "I'm sorry I scared you," the male said as he removed his hand from Luka's shoulder and moved to sit criss cross on the floor in front of him. "It's fine you didn't do it" the small male muttered out as loud as he could which was barely above a whisper.

"I'm Alastor but call me Al" Alastor held his hand out with a warm welcoming smile. "Luka," Luka said as he refused to shake the male's hand and Alastor seemed to understand. Luka knew all too well that smile would not stay for long. Everyone he met had a smile but not one smile stayed. He moved back into his corner more and hid his face in his knees falling silent.

Alastor saw this and stood up. He figured the small male would talk when he wanted to. He moved to the clean white-sheeted bed across from Luka's and laid down on his back. He stared at the ceiling hoping to get the small boy to trust him even if it was a little bit of trust, after all, they both are going to be there together for a long time or at least until someone gives up.