Sing It for the World

I flinched as the gun shots sounded, and curled up even tighter into a ball. Almost a minute passed, and I was beginning to wonder why I wasn't dead, or even in pain. I almost got up, until I remembered that someone was there.

"Hey isn't she...." I felt my heart skip a beat. That voice was familiar. Very familiar. I felt myself tense up when someone moved closer. Don't touch me, don't touch me, don't touch me...my heartrate was increasing now.

"Dude, you're scaring her, back off a bit," Another said, again sounding familair. How could that be possible? The only people I ever talked to were Patrick, my coworkers and the customers. And why was 'dude' not backing off?

"Ssh, it's ok, you don't need to be scared, we're gonna help you. But we need you to come with us." I felt the voice right at my ear, and couldn't help but shiver. But still, he was seeking my trust! And I never, trusted, anyone!

"You...you w-want me, to trust you?" I said, almost harshly, but I don't think he noticed.

"Frank, come on, man! We need to get back ASAP!" Frank...That's what! He was the black-haired killjoy at the diner! That's how...wait, how did I remember that? My thoughts were cut off by a hand being put on my shoulder.

"Please come with us. I want to help you." Ok, so now it'd went to 'we want to help you' to 'I want to help you'? And this gave me butterflies? Wait, think about this for a sec, you spend your life sleeping on a mattress in the back room of a diner, working there to get money for clothes and nothing else. Your life sucks. Surely going with these guys can't be much worse than that?

I contemplated on it for a second before deciding to get up. I was caught off guard at the hazel eyes piercing eyes. He smiled broadly, as I brushed the hair away from my eyes.

"You coming?" He asked softly, but I barely noticed. I was too lost in his eyes...I never knew someone could have such entrancing eyes..."Do you trust me?" He tried again. I snapped out of my daxze upon hearing the word.

"Trust?" I asked, and he nodded slowly. I gulped, but slowly nodded my head. "I t-tru-st..you," I barely made it out, but he smiled. His smile made his eyes light up, and I lost all regret. I returned a weak smile and accepted his helping hand. When I got onto my feet, I immediatley recognised the other men from the diner. The red haired one, the one with the afro, and the tall and skinny one...the red-haired one started walking towards a car, and as we got closer I noticed it was a Trans Am, that looked like it'd been through hell might I add. I opened my mouth to speak, but decided against it. It was big enough a step that I was actually trusting someone I never knew. Well, sure, they did save my life, but what if they wanted to kill me, too? My heart stopped at the thought, and I looked around at the men in panic, leaving Frank to walk on, oblivious.

"Hey, we're not gonna hurt you," I jumped at the sound of another voice, and I turned around to see the tall lanky boy. He was still wearing his sunglasses and had combed-bac blonde/brown hair. I tried to smile, but couldn't, and he must have noticed my unease as he stuck out his hand.

"I'm Kobra Kid, but you can call me Mikey," he smiled, and I smiled back, feeling a little more comfortable around him. I hesitantly shook his hand.

"Jo," I said slowly, as if it was my first word. He smiled, seeming pleased that he had comforted me and gestured toward the car.

"So shall we?" I smiled, and nodded slowly.

"Sure, Mikey,"

~*~

"You don't talk much do you?" The red haired one said from the front seat. What was it with these people and constant blabbering? Well i'm sorry that I don't have anything to say. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and looked out of the window.

"Hey, come on Gee, give her a break. God knows what she's going through," Frank said from the passenger seat, and I turned to smile gratefully. At least someone partially understood.

"Ha! And we don't? Come on Frank, we've been doing this for how long? Like, 7 years? And during that time we haven't come across someone in the same position? Fuck no. She's just like the rest of them," I heard Frank growl and I flinched.

"I'll have you know she's not just 'another one of them', she actually-" I looked out of the window again, trying to cut out the arguing. Usually I was the one arguing, and it was strange to hear it. It was actually quite scary. Mikey put his hand on my arm.

"Hey, it's ok, they're usually like this. Gee's just had a rough day," I nodded, but it didn't make me feel better. Mikey didn't need to know that though. They continued arguing for a while, before the afro-guy butted in.

"Guys! Guys! Can we please but it out for once?" He glared at both of them, and his gaze softened when he saw me. "Hey, sorry about that. I'm Ray," he offered his hand, like Mikey, and I shook it, both happy because he was being friendly, and because he had stopped 'Gee' and Frank arguing.

"Jo," I smiled, and he smiled broadly.

"Hey Jo! So what made you start working in the diner?" He asked. I felt the blood rush from my face, and he must have noticed, because he frowned. I wasn't even expecting tears to form in my eyes.

"Ray, what did you say to her?" Frank called from his seat, and turned to look at me. I remained staring into space, remembering why I had started working. After my family had been taken away, I was left with our home to ourselves. I tried to fend for myself, but I was struggling, and it didn't help mourning the loss of my family, and no income. Eventually I was forced to leave the house, and after a long, miserable day of searching, I came across the diner. I was lucky they offered me a job and a place to stay. If it wasn't for Patrick I would probably be dead. Which I should be.

"Jo!" I heard a loud call, and I snapped out of my daze. Everyone was looking at me, and I couldn't help but blush.

"Y-yeah?" I choked out, gulping.

"Are you ok?" Ray, Frank and Mikey all said at the first time. I shook my head, and then nodded.

"Just....remembering," I whispered, and they looked at me with both sympathetic and confused faces.

"Remembering what?" Mikey asked. I gulped again, trying to hold back the tears. I just shook my head, and Mikey pulled me into a hug. I looked over to see Frank frowning. I got lost in his eyes once more, but there was something else there. Was it, jealousy?