Chapter 2

Ian POV

I lied in bed thinking about what I normally did: Wanda.

Wanda. Wanda. My Wanderer. She was all I could think about. She consumed my every thought. I am a mess. I know that. But what am I supposed to do; act like nothing happened? Act like the love of my life hasn't been taken away from me? I couldn't do that.

Oh how I missed her. I missed her smile, not her body's but hers. That coy look on her eyes when she knows that she is doing something wrong. The way that she could never lie well. The love in her eyes when she looked at me. The blush on her cheeks when I would say something saucy. Oh how I miss her.

I sighed. I know that everyone is worried about me. I would be worried about me too. I don't care about myself anymore. I have let my health go to hell. I barley eat, barely sleep. I think everyone has given up on me except Melanie. I appreciate her not giving up on me, even though I have. Next to me, she is suffering the most. She lost her sister, her other half, the person she shared a body with. There is no one in this world, including Jared, whom she was closer with than Wanda.

I cannot explain how much constant pain I am in. I am worthless without my Wanderer. After she was taken, I went on a raid almost every day to look for her. After a month of raiding, I gave up. I accepted the fact that Wanda was gone. I was never going to see her again. My lovely Wanderer either had moved on to another planet or was dead. I shuddered at the thought of the latter.

I pulled myself out of my inner monologue and forced myself out of bed. I looked in the small mirror that I had in my room and was not shocked by my appearance, though I should have been. I was a mess; permanent dark bags under my eyes from my lack of sleep. My cheekbones were extremely prominent due to my weight loss. My hair had lost its usual soft feels and was now course like straw. My once blue eyes are now pale and empty.

I looked away from the mirror and grabbed some clothes quickly. I made my way to the showers and passed Melanie on the way in. She greeted me as usual and I grunted in her general direction, not bothering to take my eyes away from the ground.

Once in the shower, I rubbed the acidic soap all over my body, ignoring the stinging. Once cleaned, I threw on my clothes, not bothering to see what I had picked out. I did not care what I wore. I don't care out anything anymore. I have to work in the field today. I don't mind it that much because it keeps my mind off things.

It was still early and no one besides Melanie and I was up so I decided to go to my quiet place. On my way to the hole, I reminisced on the day Melanie found my secret hiding place.

I could hear them calling me.

"Ian!" "Ian, where are you?"

I ignored them and kept to myself. They would never find me here. This was the only place I felt close to Wanda. I somehow managed to get almost my entire body in this tiny, cramped hole. It hurt like hell, but I ignored the pain.

I suddenly felt even worse because I remembered how Wanda had been so scared when she first came here that the only place she felt safe was in this disgusting hole.

Silent tears ran down my faces as I threw myself a pity party.

Suddenly I felt something touch my leg. I quickly realized that the only person who would know that I was here was Melanie. She was there when Wanda hid in this hole.

Before I could attempt to stop them, the water works started. I cried for what felt like days, but what was only hours. Melanie stayed with me the whole time, crying herself. Her company was greatly appreciated. Being around Melanie was like being around a little piece of Wand because they shared a body for so long.

Jared eventually came, but Melanie convinced him to leave and she stayed with me until I stopped crying and asked her to leave.

I reached "our hole" as I dubbed it. This hole was not only Wanda's; it was mine now as well. I crawled in, scarping my back on the way in. I simply sat there for a while until I finally decided that I had to return to society. I wiped the dirt off myself after getting out of the hole but then I realized that I didn't care if I had dirt on myself and I left the rest on me.

I smelled something delicious on the way to the kitchen and realized with happiness that it was pancakes. Six months ago, I would have been jumping up and down at the thought of pancakes, but I don't have the energy to be happy about anything anymore.

I passed Kyle and Sunny on my way into the kitchen. Both of their faces bore looks of pity. They pitied me. I pitied myself as well. Kyle tried to start a conversation with me but I ignored him and continued into the kitchen. I locked eyes with Melanie as she was by the stove. Looking at her reminded me so much of Wanda, I mean they did share a body for a while. I fell in love with Wanda while she was I that body. It was hard to see Melanie but it helped me also.

I locked eyes with Melanie again. She seemed to be stuck in her head thinking about God knows what. I heard her curse as she realized that she burned the pancake and threw it out.

I spaced out as I ate my pancake. I could only manage to eat one but that was better than nothing was. I could see pride in Doc and Kyle's eyes. They were happy to see me eat.

Melanie made some joke about being French but I ignored it and locked eyes with her again. She sighed and looked away. Everyone acted as if it was hard to look at me. I did not look that hideous did I? I knew that I had let myself go, but I guess I was worse than I thought.

Once I finished my pancake, I put my plate on the dirty dishes pile and went to the fields to start my day of meaningless work. Everything was meaningless now. Ever since my Wanda was taken.

Please don't hate Ian. I know that he is throwing himself a major pity party and that can be annoying, but he has a reason to be upset. I find it hard to write from a male's POV but I did my best. Tell me what you think and tell me if you have any tips to help me! Please, please, please review!

You will find out what happened to Wanda soon. Be patient please!