*Silver*
Steven tilted his head in confusion.
"What do you mean, you're used to it?" He asked, I sighed. I always hated talking about this, it always got me so emotional.
"Ya know, I've been living in a cave for as long as I can remember," I said. "People always came by, thinking I'd get in there way of those gems, they'd hurt me, or try to kill me."
"Wow...," Steven said. "But, I think there's more to it than that."
I looked at him and thought to myself.
He was right. There was more to the story, but would you think I'd actually tell him the rest? I barely even knew him. But sometimes it felt good to get things out of my system.
"I don't have any parents" I said, I let out a long sigh, trying my best to continue. "They left one day, and they never came back. Soon after there disappearance a man used to come to the cave. I always hid from him, counting the fact he looked, strange-"
"Define strange," Steven cut in.
"He just looked off," I said. "I mean long black coat, white eyes, pretty strange"
"Alright, continue" Steven said. I sighed,
"I just thought he was there for the gems. But turns out he wasn't. Every day he came, he would call my name. Several times" I said. Oh gosh, every time I got to this part I either cry, of shivers go down my spine...
"He said he was there for me. And I was always frightened of him, or anybody else who came, because I thought they were partners, or helpers of the man. The last day he came, he said that if I was hiding. He'd find me one day." I finished, shivering.
"Was he good?" Steven asked. I looked at him like 'what the heck'.
"Steven" I said, trying the best to hold in my annoyance. "If someone randomly came to your house one day, right after the disappearance of your mom, how would you feel?"
"I don't know...,"Steven sighed. "I don't have a mom"
My stomach tightened, and it was hard to swallow. Only one thing made me feel this way,
Guilt.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry" I apologized. "I didn't mean to, I had no idea"
"It's alright" Steven sniffled. "I've gotten used to it, the gems talk about my mom all the time" I let out a sigh of relief, ad my tensed body relaxed.
"So, if you're a gem I'm guessing your mom was" I said. "I-I mean if you're ok with talking about it" Steven glanced over to the wall above the door, I looked in the same direction. A picture hung above the door, on it stood a beautiful women with long, pink, curly hair. She had a gem on her stomach as well.
"Wow... She's-"
"Amazing I know" Steven interrupted. My face turned red by the sudden realization I was thinking the same things as him, but then I went back to normal. Steven kept looking at the picture but then he looked at my in confusion.
Oh crap, did I do something?
"Wait, your mom was still alive after she brought you into the world?" Steven asked, I tilted my head.
"Yeah..." I said. "My parents were both gems. So they created an entire new gem. Somehow, I really don't get into the physics of it." I moved my hand slightly to the left, brushing my bruise against the sheets. I felt a slight jolt of pain, but I showed no signs of pain.
"So, do you know how to use your gem?" Steven asked.
My face turned red, and I rubbed the back of my head.
"Umm, about that..."