It was late at night now, and everyone was asleep. Ben slept on the ground, the same as Anonio and Lucas. Tyki slept with his new pet, cuddled up in the blankets. Eloi kept purring in his sleep while curled up with his owner. There was nobody next to him. Sheryl's spot was empty. He wasn't there in their 'home', he was outside. The teen had wandered off far from the shed, off near the mines. Sheryl wasn't sleep-walking - he was very much awake. He was out for a walk. He needed to get away for a moment. The boy was miserable; his head hurt, he was exhausted, and most of all: he missed his mother. Sheryl had been too busy trying to be brave for Tyki and show him that, despite the horrible things that have happened, everything would be alright. But despite the mask he wore, all of what he felt inside were hurting him deeply. He wanted to just go hide somewhere and be alone to cry, or hurt something, or scream. But that wouldn't help. Sheryl stopped walking and sat on the ground. If he continued to walk then he might leave the site, not sure where he would end up. He couldn't leave Tyki behind. He took a deep, shaky breath, keeping silent. The teen didn't know what to do. He was doing all he could for Tyki, but getting nowhere. Were they ever going to leave this place? Sheryl couldn't stand it here anymore. That man, Ben, was getting on his last nerve. He just hated this man. Deep in his heart he knew he could never look him in the eye for whatever reason he had. It was almost as if he knew Ben from before. If that were so, then he must have done something to anger Sheryl. He just wanted to take Tyki and get out, never bother with this place again. He wanted to keep his little brother safe, provide a nice home for him and make sure that nothing bad would ever happen.
Suddenly, he felt tears begin to form. No-! He couldn't cry. But he did. The teen just burst into tears, unable to control himself. He cried for about twenty minutes, slowly turning into sobs, into nothing. Finally, he was silent once more, and he wiped the tears from his face.
"Aw, why are you crying?"
Sheryl's head shot up, not realizing that there was someone there. "W-what? Who are you - ?" he became almost frantic, not seeing anyone. Was he just imagining things? He was embarassed. He had let himself cry in front of someone. His eyes began to adjust to the dark, almost making out a figure. A...girl? She looked quite young -perhaps his age, or less. Sheryl could hardly make out her appearance. "You shouldn't cry, you know. You should be happy. Your little brother is alive and well. He's pretty cute, too. Can I play with him?" she giggled. Sheryl didn't know what to say or do. How did she know about Tyki? He didn't like this. Instead of answering her, he just got up and ran. He needed to go back and see if Tyki was alright. When he arrived, everything seemed just like how he left; not a thing changed. Sheryl sighed with relief when he saw Tyki. Who the hell was she? That bothered him. He'd have to ignore it though, and hopefully forget. Her giggle echoed in his head, and he shuddered. Slowly, he lay next to his little brother, huddling close to him. Tyki wiggled a bit in his sleep, and Sheryl couldn't help but smile at him. Despite being awake, the teen forced himself to sleep. He needed tomorrow to come, and be a better day.