Alone

Krystal P.O.V

I wake up crying. I had a dream about a time before terror a time when my family was full and not working for terror. It had felt really real, it I knew it wasn’t, that’s probably why I was crying. I really had to use the washroom so I got up and walked to the bathroom. It took me until then to realize that the throbbing pain in my leg had gone away. Since my leg pain went away and I could walk I decided to go and find Dylan, we had a few things to talk about.

“Krystal?” Kathrine sounded surprised to see me up and walking.

“Hey, where’s Dylan?”

“I think he’s in our makeshift garden.”

I nodded thanks and walked that way. Which is when we happen to run directly into each other. Literally.

“Your walking around!” Dylan seems surprised.

“Yeah, well I’m a fast healer especially when I’m determined about something.”

“And what are you determined about?” He seemed interested.

It took me a moment to answer.

“Facing and concurring terror.”

Dylan looked startled.

“Facing terror?” He asked. “Why would you want to face them?”

I didn’t want to answer so I countered with my own question.

“So are you gonna tell me about you, like you said you’d do once I can walk?”

He raised his eyebrows, he told me to follow him with a wave of his hand. I was still a little unsure but I still followed. I needed to know as much as possible. He led me to some place outside the little safety place I built. I started to worry,but he led me to some secret cove. I was in awe. I’ve never seen this place or knew about it.

“We can talk here. It’ll be safer.”

I felt really confused, safer, what does that mean.

“Okay, go ahead and ask me some question.”

After a moment of pondering I decided on a question.

“Why have you been watching me?” I asked

He seems to concider this.

“Well… you seemed lost so I thought I’d have to rescue you, it after awhile of watching I realized I

You weren’t. So I wanted to know how you kept escaping terror.” He answered.

The more I thought about this the more sense it made.

“If you want to ask me a question you can.” I tell Dylan.

He seems surprised that I’d do this.

“Well you never answered the question I asked before, so I’ll, ask again, why would you want to face terror.”

Now I had to answer the question. So I decided to tell him part of my story.

“Well it not really that I want to. It’s more of a I feel I have to.”

He looked puzzled.

So I continued.

“Ever since terror became a thing, wanting to take over the world and all, my life has been upside down. They took everything away. When I was 13 years old, terror bombed this area . My family and I were hidding in one of the shelters. When the bombing was over we went outside, but me and John got told to go hide. We did but we watched as….”

It was now my eyes started watering.

“…as terror took our parents. I didn’t understand what they were doing before, I mean they walked to the truck semi willingly. So I’m pretty sure that they were forced into working for them. And I’m thinking they may of threatened my parents by using me and my brother against them”

By know I have a steady stream of tears running down my face.

“An...and recently I found out that my brother John, works for them, only he wasn’t forced. He willingly…”

I can’t finish before I start sobbing. I can’t hold them back. I still haven’t told anyone about my brother, and here I am telling someone I hardly know. What is wrong with me?

I am still crying when I felt an arm wrap around me. I realize it is Dylan. The fact that he is comforting me make me feel worse. Why don’t I think I can trust him. After a few moments of crying I stopped. My face was red from crying. I look at Dylan and smile a tiny little smile. I decide to try talking.

“So what about you, what’s your story?”

He looked a little nervous, and sad. And…Guilty?

“Well, Terror came and forced my parents to work for them to. My sister moved away before all this happened. So at least I know she’s safe. For now at least.”

He looks concerned when he says this. He continues on.

“Later they came and forced my brother to work for them. And a few months ago…”

Here he took a breath and looked sorry.

“...a few months a ago I decided to work for them willingly. And they made me a…a…spy.”