| Fan Fiction |
by GreenHammock
“I don’t like it here,” I whisper to him, hands on either side of my head.
“What don’t you like, Six?” he asks gently, grabbing on to my hands. He caresses my palms with his fingers, raising my left hand to his lips. “Maybe I can fix it?”
I sniff, squeezing his hand. “I’m lonely here, and I’m scared. When you aren’t here, people come in white suits, and they grab me and ask me questions. Can you stop that, J? Can you make that stop?”
J frowns, and his headshakes. “They need to check up on you, Six. They need to make sure you’re still okay.”
I stare at him – I don’t understand why he said ‘still.’ I pull my hands away from him, wrap my arms around myself, and push my head down against my knees. There is a pause, in which I wonder if I have angered him, wonder if he is still there, but it isn’t long until I feel his hand on my back, rubbing softly.
“After all of this,” he whispers, in a tone so low that I know this is a secret. His other hand places itself at the back of my head. “After everything dies down, how about we leave? Just you and me.” I look up at him, surprised, but uncertain. What does he mean, ‘all of this’? What does he mean, ‘everything’?
“Just you and me?” I ask. He smiles and nods, moving his hand from the back of my head to my cheek, and I know he is serious. “Where will we go?” I ask again. J smiles.
“Let’s go to the ocean – where the ocean once was. They’re called ‘beach houses,’ let’s go to one of those.”
I stare at him for a moment, before I sit up and grab on to his hand. “When?” He laughs and kisses my forehead.
“Soon enough,” he says. I scowl. I want to know when, exactly, we will be going.
“I hate it here, J – I want to leave now.”
J frowns, reaches and touches my face. “I know,” he whispers, “So do I.”
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14.07.09.