[Rin POV]
I, Rin Kagimine, age fourteen, am laying in a hospital bed. I've been in here for some time now. Months, actually. I absolutely hate just staying in bed all day when I could be doing something fun and worthy of my time. But, hey, what can you do? Right now all I have to keep me entertained is the stack of books my father has left on my bedside table for me, and the window to the left of my bed. I've already read all of the books, so I have no choice but to gaze out the window and wonder if I would ever be out of this room with no sunshine.
It's not so bad, looking out the window. Sometimes I see some interesting things. I've noticed, lots of times when I look over at the place where my father works, there is a boy sitting against a pile of rubbish right behind the barbed wire. He always peeks back and forth, as if he's nervous that someone will find him there. Why would he be scared though?
Well, every time he goes to that spot, he stares at the hospital. Sometimes it seems like he's staring at me. But I know it's impossible. He's much too far away to see me. Especially because this glass is partially glazed over.
Painfully sighing, I lay back down on my bed and pull the covers over my body. As if a cold draft has just blown through the door, I start shivering like crazy. Why am I so cold? It's been like this for maybe a week or two now. I've been feeling colder and colder every day. Sometimes at night when I wake up from a nightmare, it's like I'm trapped in a bucket of ice. The blankets the doctors and nurses force me under hardly help. If anything, they make it worse. In the morning, I'm always sweating, and it's very difficult to push and pull all of these sheets and quilts off of me.
Closing my eyes, I see a vision under my eyelids. It's the boy behind the barbed wire. He's just standing there. He looks so tired and worn out. His blue eyes are dark and gloomy, as if they had lost all hope. Like an ocean with no waves. I started feeling sad. No matter what I did, which way I looked, his gaze wouldn't leave my view. I suddenly decided. I need to go visit him.
Quickly opening my eyes, I pushed myself up on the bed. Then, very carefully, I unattached all of the tubes that were stuck on my skin, wincing each time I pulled one out of my skin then peeled it off. Standing up for the first time in I don't know how long, I chose clothes for me to dress into. I picked out a pretty white dress with a pink ribbon, and a matching hat. Looking at the mirror that stayed attached to the wall in my hospital room, I stayed for some time, just staring at my reflection. Not that bad a choice for an outfit, not wearing actual clothing for almost a year and all.
Tiptoeing through the many halls that made up the hospital, I somehow managed to make it out of the maze of a building. The light that met my eyes when I opened the entrance door was blinding. Tilting my hat downward to block out the light and hide my face, I started making my way toward my destination. The place where my dad works.
And where the boy stays.
[Len POV]
I, Len, am a prisoner. I sadly don't know my name or age. All of the inmates just call me Len, so I go along with it. It's better than Prisoner Number 29. That's what I am according to the gaurds. About my age... I don't know it because I was born here. I've never seen my mom, and I never had a dad. My mom was most likely taken over to the other prison where the women are. They seperate boys and girls for some reason. She could be dead now for all I know. But I had never known her, so I can't really feel that sad about it.
Living in this horrible place can be unbarrable. They force you to work, and work, and work. All day long. Most men are exhausted to the point of collapsing by the time that the gaurds let us take a break and eat. But the food is nothing to look forward to. The meals are only weat, made either in boiling water, mashed up, or just plain. It makes me sick. They only give you new clothes when you are practically bursting out of your old ones, so my pants and shirt are all torn, ragged and dirty. It's lucky I stopped growing a while ago.
Sometimes, when the gaurds have their backs turned, I sneak away to go to my not-so-special hiding spot. It's right by the barbed wire, right behind the pile of garbage that keeps growing and growing. It contains small amounts of food items that the guards have eaten. Nothing in there is edible anymore though. Trust me, I've checked.
While I sit there, occasionally looking to both my left and right to make sure that nobody sees me, I stare out to the building that sits directly in front of the prison. It looks sort of peculiar. It's fairly large, and it's colorful. It's the only colorful thing around. But that's not why I stare. There, always staying in the shaded window, is the figure of a young girl. I can't see her face, so I sometimes wonder if she sees me too. Probably not. I would love to go meet her, but I'm completely restricted.
Heaving a heavy, painful sigh, I pushed my hand against my pathetic excuse for a stomach. I haven't eaten since last night, because I had to miss breakfast for not waking up right on cue.
"Sorry for having nightmares!" I had screamed to one of the gaurds, which rewarded me a harsh slap across the face.
Nothing can be out of line in this place.
Suddenly I felt drowsy. Starting to doze off, I heard footsteps coming my way.
Darn! Quickly I picked myself up off the ground preparing to run away back to the working area. That is, until I saw who had made the noise. Right there, outside the gate, was a girl. She looked...kind of like me. Not to bring her down or anything. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and was extremely skinny like me. But she looked absolutely beautiful. The way her dress fluttered in the breeze, and she had to hold her hat down on her head to keep it from blowing away. I almost smiled. Almost. But I did feel my heart beat faster. What could this mean?
Is it love?