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The week passed by moderately fast. I had established a routine of sorts. It wasn't much, but it kept me from getting bored too easily. I spent the morning in my room, then after lunch it was off to the PT room for a few hours, then back to my room for dinner. Ratchet had been kind enough to leave the screen on for me, which gave me a chance to work on my landscape skills.
I had finished my first sketch. I sat for several long minutes scrutinizing over it. Happy with how it came out, I decided to move closer to the screen. I sat down on a small ledge that ran along its bottom. Leaning into the glass, I closed my eyes. It was so warm, like the sun had actually heated the glass. I sat there like that, humming along with the song my mp3 player had chosen to play.
'Float on to the painted sky where we shall be unified as I slip inside
Where butterflies... never die'
I opened my eyes and looked up at the screen behind me. I could just barely make out the image. Over the distant mountains, the western sky had become a painted sky itself. Golden hues faded to reds and reds into indigo, while the stars seemed to blink into existence. I glanced at the desert below. The sand had begun to darken with the shadows. It was beautiful. Like something I'd see on a canvas in an art gallery. Suddenly, I wished I could paint, or at least capture the image on film.
'Utilize surrendering, when silence falls, to you it sings, sterilize It's all the same for The Dreamers, it's all the same... for us...'
Your mentality, compromise your reality,
Restful mind and peaceful eyes,
When sound is gone, then you will find,
I moved away from the screen so I could get a better view of the gorgeous sunset. The stars were getting brighter as the sun descended further beyond the horizon. My thoughts had drifted to my family, like they sometimes did when I saw the stars. Memories of lying out in the backyard with my s=younger siblings and dad as he told us the names of the constellations or just letting silence gently warp us in the sounds of the night, floated through my mind. I could feel tears in the corners of my eyes. Did they miss me? Had they even figured out I was gone? I had felt far from them being states away, but now. I felt hopelessly alone.
My music did little to help ease my current thoughts. Usually it could make me forget the bad for a little while, but it only seemed to be a blaring reminder. I yanked the headphones out of my ears, chocking on silent tears. The room I was in echoed and any small noise became so loud. I tried to stay quiet, burying my head into my knees, pressing my back to a piece of equipment sitting behind me.
After many long minutes I sat up and brushed my tears away rather roughly. I didn't want Ratchet to come get me and see me a wreck. It didn't help though. They still blurred my vision and ran down my cheeks. I kept brushing them away, forcing myself to calm down. I had to.
I looked back at the screen. My reflection stared back at me with reddened eyes in the dark image, as I wasn't that far from it. Wet lines could still be seen in places on my face. I made short work of them. I refused to let the tears win! I drew in a rather shaky breath before once more looked at the window. I nearly screamed as I did a quick double take. Jumping up as I turned rather quickly to look behind me. Yep. There was actually someone else in the room. Okay. Not in the middle of a horror film. Still sane...ish. I clutched at the fabric over my heart. It had sped up at the scare.
"Y-ya know, a little warning would have been nice." I kept my gaze at the ground, my hand staying over my wildly beating heart.
"Hn." I glanced back up at the guy. He had short blond hair and bright blue eyes that gazed at me with a bored expression. I could tell I wasn't going to get many responses out of him.
"What?" I whispered, still staring at the ground. I could feel his star, probably because of the tears. How long had he been there any way? Why was he there?
"You were leaking." I looked up at him. Leaking? No, I was crying. Oh, wait, he probably meant that.
"It's called crying." I averted my gaze again. "And what if I was?" I said, harsher then I had meant to be.
"Why?" Dude, seriously?
"Cause I can." I turned around and sat back down. "Now, either tell me why you've decided to grace me with your presence, or leave, please." Hello sarcasm, miss me?
I could still feel his eyes on me. It was really starting to get unnerving. I started to rock back and forth, putting one of my ear buds in. I need to calm down. His comments had had a rather bad effect on my already bad mood. It was sending back towards the crying fit I had just finished. I kept rocking, a little faster now, mumbling along with the music, anything to get my mind off of him and the whole crying thing. I really needed to calm down. I didn't want to have a meltdown now. Stupid Aspergers. Seriously. It really did make life harder for me sometimes. Great, another depressing topic.
I tilted my head back until it hit whatever it was behind me, harder then was probably necessary, but honestly I didn't care. My life was officially out of whack. Not that it had been very normal before. I did it again. Sometimes physical pain was enough to keep me from going over the edge.
"If you keep doing that you'll damage yourself." No shit Sherlock.
"Not anymore then normal." I said, not in the mood to pick a fight, or talk. I should just go back to my room so I could cuddle into the pillows and cry for the next few hours. That would be nice. I was about to stand up when his voice had me looking at him.
"You don't care?" His voice so did not match the face, not at all.
"Not really. At least not right now. Blame it on the mood I'm in." Silence descended upon us after that. I had gone back to resting my head on the machine, making sure my eyes were closed so I couldn't see him staring at me. After growing tired of it, I decided to voice my thoughts. "Is there a point to the staring?"
"No." Oh, so now he wasn't all that talkative. I frowned and looked at him.
"Why are you here? I'm not really all that interesting." He adverted his gaze.
"I was curious." Ah. Curiosity. "That's all." His voice really didn't match his face. He really needed to make a holoform of his own, cause this one just didn't work for him.
"You're using a holoform, right?" I said, voicing my thoughts for once. He nodded. "It doesn't really macth your voice." I looked away. I'm an idiot, but hey, maybe if I got him mad at me he might leave. Yays! A plan of attack! I mentally sighed. I am so messed up…
"I haven't gotten around to making one of my own, so I adapted one from one of the other Autobots." I blinked and looked back up at him, not expecting an explanation
"So why haven't ya made of your own?" I said, trying to get a conversation started. I didn't like long periods of silence anyway.
"Haven't had the need," He paused. "Or the want." Well then.
"Well, if you ever need any help making one, I am human so…" I offered. Why did I offer? There really must be something wrong with me.
"Hn." Okay, that was seriously getting old. Who is he, a blond Sesshomaru? I mean, seriously! Wow. I say that word a lot. He was staring at me…again. Oh, how I hate that. "How would you help?" Okay, he's now curious. Wasn't expecting that.
"Well that depends." I returned my gaze to the screen.
"On what?" He said, sitting down next to me. I looked at him.
"Well, it would depend on if you wanted to just continue to adapt the holoform you have to fit better or do a complete overhaul." I looked him over. "But, I think an overhaul would be better. Something just tells me that together, we could come up with something awesome!" I said enthusiastically, smiling at him. He nodded as he looked away from me.
