Sorry guys, but here's another almost completely useless chapter wehhh
That's when I saw something that I'd never expected to see for as long as I lived...
Robin was crying.
Not just crying, really, but full-out sobbing. He'd curled up in his crate, head between his knees, and shook with quiet sobs. My brain couldn't process what was happening for a moment, so I stared wide-eyed at this kid who was supposedly our big strong leader. It took a minute, but that's when it hit me.
We were all just kids. I couldn't imagine the kind of front Robin had to put up. We'd all been through our personal torture, but he was the one to stand up and decide that we were all worth it, we all deserved to be free, no matter what sacrifice he had to make. Honestly, he even inspired me sometimes. But this was his limit, this was his breaking point. He'd taken all of our lives and put the weight of them on his own shoulders, as foolish as it was, and now the weight had come crashing down on him.
They were his responsibility, their lives were in his hands. And now, as he sat in this almost pitch-black room trapped in a crate, he had no idea what was happening to them. No idea what kind of hell the scientists could be putting them through. He made the decision to carry something that was far too heavy for him, ignoring the fact that it could crush him.
Honestly, I was afraid to do anything. I didn't want to speak, I almost wanted to reach out and touch him, but I didn't know how he would react. The quiet, shaking sobs filling the room only made the atmosphere harsher. It was just the two of us in the room, another devastating discovery, because any other experiments were most likely dead.
The sounds got more and more subtle, and he took a grip of his hair with both hands. It was still unruly and dirty from all those misadventures. I figured it was just a muscle-memory thing, but he was pulling harder and harder at the fistfuls of hair until, finally, it ripped away. I sat back.
The room went silent again.
Then he turned to me, head resting on one knee.
"We're going to save them, Violet. We're going to get out of here, all of us. Hold me to that, okay? If I can't get us all out of here..."
"Robin..."
"-Just kill me, or something. Clip my wings and push me off of a cliff."
I didn't say anything, shocked at how serious he was.
The door to the room opened, flooding it with light.
Pleaaaase understand that it isn't your characters that are the problem (they're really fun to write about, actually) it's my inability to form plot in my stories. I'm better at posting tiny, plot-less mini-chapters than I am at writing a full-fledged story with any hope of completion.