Status: An idea I've had for a while now. Please give me feedback :)

If You Dare

Nine Years

My body is aching, but I can't sleep. Not yet. Something isn't right. I know that I should be resting, but I sit up and scan the room. Tepes is asleep by my side. Mason is plopped against the wall, looking asleep.

Curiosity kills the cat, so I stand slowly and walk over to him. He stays still, but his breaths are shaky. I squat in front of him, ignoring the pain in my legs. I just watch him for a minute, like he's not real. I get onto my knees and bow my head, closing my eyes. I start to mumble Romanian prayers to myself, knowing that even if he heard me he wouldn't understand.

I feel a light pressure on my hand and look up. Mason looks confused.

"What's going on?" he asks.

I shrug and move closer, leaning on the wall now. Something feels different about the air in the room. It feels harder to breathe. "I'm sorry," I say, closing my eyes.

"Why?" he asks.

I shake my head and say, "Being born. How many times have you tried to leave?"

"I've only actually tried once. Other times, it was just a close call," he says, sounding a little hesitant, "Why do you ask that?"

I bite my lip and say, "Becausr I've tried nine times. Once on my birthday every year since I-I saw Mama and Papa... Dead on my floor." My voice is getting shaky and I know he can hear it. I feel a hand on my shoulder and then it drapes around it. I wonder what's happening, and then I understand it. A hug.

It's been, well, nine years since I've had a hug.

I don't care if I start to hear his thoughts, I just let him hold me close and hold him back... tighter than I thought I ever could have.
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Sorry for the shortness XD