My Name, Is X
4
March 20, 2014
I wake up to the comfort of a bed, something I haven’t had in so long. Never before have I felt as safe as I do here. For some reason this place feels secure. But I don’t know how I can trust these people. I’ve learned never to trust anybody in all of my years of training yet, here I am putting myself in the most vulnerable state possible. Surrounded by strangers.
A heavy knock sounds on my door,
“Hey, uhm.. It’s Zack. Can I talk to you for a minute?” He calls through the door. I stand up and straighten myself out slightly before opening it up to him. He stands uneasily, I can see the man Matt standing on the parking lot area below watching us carefully.
“Yeah?” I ask, cringing to myself mentally when I hear my voice crack.
“I need to talk with you privately.” Zack mutters hoarsly and pushes his way past me into the room i’ve been staying in.
“About what?” I step back out of the way suprised by his roughness. His original impression have been that of a kind person.
“People want to know your story. Its bothering Eli and Matt that we don’t know your name.” He says once I close the door behind us.
“I thought I told you. I was never given a name.” I sigh and frown,
“Well then you need to let us give you one. I think its freaking people out a little bit.” Zack crosses his arms over his chest in a pitiful attempt to hide the gun he holds in his hand under his armpit.
“What do you people think I am?” I ask dryly staring at the firearm. Showing Zack how fully aware of it I am.
“Elijah thinks you’re a spy. Matt thinks you’re just going to loot and steal from us.” He says in a pure monotone, I’ve never been good at reading people.
“I’m a soldier for the U.S. army. I was-” I begin,
“I don’t need you to tell me.” Zack cuts me off, making my blood boil in my veins slightly, “I need you to tell all of them. Then we’ll probably ask you wether you want to stay and if you do, we’ll all vote on it, on wether we want you to be part of our group.” He pauses, “Thats at least how we’ve done it before.” I nod and think,
“Do I really need to name myself?” I raise an eyebrow up at Zack,
“It would be re-assuring for some people. Yes.”
“Okay, give me a few minutes and I’ll be down to tell you guys everything.” I mutter and swallow hard. Thinking back on the rest of my life. Evaluating what is important to these people and what is useless information. I cannot lie to them, if I did and I get the chance to stay with them, It would only have negative consequences when they found out, and once I start to trust someone, sometimes I can’t keep my mouth entirely shut.
Staring at myself in the dirty mirror nailed to the wall I decide what these people must and musn’t know. Slowly I walk down the stairs to a circle of people waiting for me.
Everything is coming out now.
I just hope they don’t reject me.
I wake up to the comfort of a bed, something I haven’t had in so long. Never before have I felt as safe as I do here. For some reason this place feels secure. But I don’t know how I can trust these people. I’ve learned never to trust anybody in all of my years of training yet, here I am putting myself in the most vulnerable state possible. Surrounded by strangers.
A heavy knock sounds on my door,
“Hey, uhm.. It’s Zack. Can I talk to you for a minute?” He calls through the door. I stand up and straighten myself out slightly before opening it up to him. He stands uneasily, I can see the man Matt standing on the parking lot area below watching us carefully.
“Yeah?” I ask, cringing to myself mentally when I hear my voice crack.
“I need to talk with you privately.” Zack mutters hoarsly and pushes his way past me into the room i’ve been staying in.
“About what?” I step back out of the way suprised by his roughness. His original impression have been that of a kind person.
“People want to know your story. Its bothering Eli and Matt that we don’t know your name.” He says once I close the door behind us.
“I thought I told you. I was never given a name.” I sigh and frown,
“Well then you need to let us give you one. I think its freaking people out a little bit.” Zack crosses his arms over his chest in a pitiful attempt to hide the gun he holds in his hand under his armpit.
“What do you people think I am?” I ask dryly staring at the firearm. Showing Zack how fully aware of it I am.
“Elijah thinks you’re a spy. Matt thinks you’re just going to loot and steal from us.” He says in a pure monotone, I’ve never been good at reading people.
“I’m a soldier for the U.S. army. I was-” I begin,
“I don’t need you to tell me.” Zack cuts me off, making my blood boil in my veins slightly, “I need you to tell all of them. Then we’ll probably ask you wether you want to stay and if you do, we’ll all vote on it, on wether we want you to be part of our group.” He pauses, “Thats at least how we’ve done it before.” I nod and think,
“Do I really need to name myself?” I raise an eyebrow up at Zack,
“It would be re-assuring for some people. Yes.”
“Okay, give me a few minutes and I’ll be down to tell you guys everything.” I mutter and swallow hard. Thinking back on the rest of my life. Evaluating what is important to these people and what is useless information. I cannot lie to them, if I did and I get the chance to stay with them, It would only have negative consequences when they found out, and once I start to trust someone, sometimes I can’t keep my mouth entirely shut.
Staring at myself in the dirty mirror nailed to the wall I decide what these people must and musn’t know. Slowly I walk down the stairs to a circle of people waiting for me.
Everything is coming out now.
I just hope they don’t reject me.
Notes
Hey I'm sorry I haven't updated in like... years. But I'm back and I hope You'll all take me back <3Tell me if you see any spelling or grammar mistakes! and sorry it's not that long. I'm just trying to get back into updating. SO PLEASE comment and tell me that you're loving it, keep me modivated!
Thank you so much for loving it! I wrote the next chaper! BUT my computer is stupid and it shut down, so I have to re-write it..
8/27/13