[ Mood: accomplished ]

[ Music: Linkin Park - Somewhere I Belong ]

I never felt like I was special. Never thought that something so peculiar, so.. immoral would ever happen to me. But being brought into something where you are branded, taken for granted, then abandon. was far from what I thought it was going to be about.

After grasping the reality of what had happened, Xander stayed by my side for once. I never thought he would leave so I could sleep. And sleep, I needed.

My so called 'family' came. They saw me, and I thought they were all going to break out into this mass orgy conniption fit type thing. The irony of the situation, portraying is that I'm Jewish.

With an extremity of a cross now carved into your forehead, yeah, it stirs up just a bit of controversy. I feel like Eminem entering the home of Charlotte Church or something. I smirked at the thought of this. Only to bring it to my own humor, and maybe later Xander's.

They soon left after that. Everyone. Well, almost everyone. Xander stayed. He slept on the remissness of what looked like a couch, but slightly smaller. I felt sorry for him, seeing his legs hang off over the side. but couldn't help that it did look on the slightly amusing side.

Myself on the other hand, I was stuck in this damned hospital bed. I felt like I was being help captive in a padded room or something. The tubes, and needles, and bags, and machine's. Everything looked up to my body like I was some type of lab rat.

I couldn't take much more of it. I dared not close my eyes when it was dark outside. The immense fear, or anxiety that I would get swept away again, would creep over me. Finally feeling a bit of pity on him, I called out.

"Xander..."

He stirred a bit, mumbling a few things in his own way.

"Xander..!"

I called out to him again, and he lifted his head from the couch. His cheek was red from the material he had been laying on, and the slight droplets of drool from his face to the couch. I rolled my eyes, smirking slightly. I moved over, and patted the bed next to me. He quickly obliged, getting up and crawling in beside me.

I felt his arms wrap around me, holding me tightly to him. I felt safe here now. Though the funny thing is.. No matter where you go, or who you're with. You are never.. Never safe.

I placed my hand on his head, running my delicate fingers through the locks of black curls, as I watched him drift back into his own sleep. Then it hit me.. The great need for sleep now.

I leaned back in the bed, fighting the urges to close my eyes, but quickly gave in. As soon as they closed I was gone. Back into the world.

"Goddamnit."

I said out loud as I looked around the oh-so-familar surroundings. I heard that laugh, saw the face, the hands, the image of God.

"What do you want with me now?"

I spat at him, a terrible sense of hatred towards him. He just laughed. That same echoing, hallow laugh. I scowled at the sound.

"Nothing my dear, just figured how I would see how my favourite subject was doing."

"SUBJECT?!?! You fucking branded me you bastard!"

"Tsk, tsk, Malakai, is that any way to talk to your elders?"

I hated the mockery. The strong sense of authority he sent out, and flooded me with every time.

"I do not have respect for those who use others to be able to wash out their own self-pity."

He sneered at the thought. I just smiled. I hate hit a point already. Only a few moments into his little game again, and I had already started to overpower.

"Touche."

I smirked.

"Now then, if you have nothing more to do with me, I'll just be going."

"Going? Where do you think you're going now? No one wants to see you there. That poor lad, what do you think he's doing there? Do you think he actually cares about you? Wrong my child, think again."

I laughed at the words. His terrible attempts to fight me off again, they would never work.

"You cannot hurt me. You should really, really give up."

"OFF WITH YOU!"

I heard him yell, and it made me cringe. I felt the warmth rush over me as I fell back down into the bed. I jumped, sitting upright.

Xander was awake, looking at me. He had a strange, worried expression upon his face. He was holding a rag, one that had been being used to wipe away the perspiration from my forehead.

"Mal...."

He started and I shook my head.

"I can't explain it.."

I started but then he cut me off.

"I see it too."

I couldn't imagine that he would be the other.

But then.. it all made sense.

A sense.. of completion...