Alright, I've decided to keep on going with this fanfic. Even though I don't have much time for it, I will try. So here is what you've all been waiting for.
Break~
"Are, are you alright?"
The masked man frowned and crouched down to look at me. " Little girl, are you alright? Please talk to me…I…I can help you."
I sniffled and picked up Mason and broom, then I looked up at him.
" My name is Melody" I murmured quietly," and I don't know how I got here, can you help me sir?"
I couldn't tell how the man felt because of his mask, but I swear he was smiling.
" My name is Cry, I'm not all that sure how I got here either, and of course I'll help you Melody!" He said with a soft smile in his voice.
For some reason…I believed him. Sure Cry was a pretty odd name, and lets face it, he is a grown man, but I felt safe with him. And for me, that was all that mattered.
Break~
Cry had a brother, at least that's what he told me. He said his name was Nate, and he was three years older then I was. Cry was also a very popular youtube game player, he mostly stayed in the horror genre.
When I showed him the note, he was just as confused as I was. " Maybe", he said as we were walking," maybe were trapped inside Amnesia…and anyone who has ever played it…gets trapped as well."
When I told him that I had never played a game called Amnesia, he hung his head and muttered," Then why are we here".
I wanted to cry out of despair, but, tears would not come.
Break~
Cry was….fun. He was like the older brother I needed. Whenever I got hurt, he was there. Whenever I was scared, he was there, and most of all, he never yelled at me.
Sometimes, Cry would get sad. He would be thinking about his family, or his friends, or just…people. I knew that it wasn't my fault that he was sad…but I still felt hurt.
Wasn't I enough company? Wasn't I good enough of a person to be classified as family at this point? Wasn't I nice enough to be a friend?
But, I could answer all of these questions.
So why were video games and I related?
Break~
Cry found food in the abandoned kitchens, and it tasted pretty good. We boiled water to kill the bacteria before we drank it, but before I didn't know how to do that. I asked Cry if I would die from disease because of it…he said," I'm not sure sweet heart…I'm not sure."
I'm so scared.
Break~
The other day Cry asked me to call him Ryan. "It's my real name you see" he had told me while we were fixing up camp," Your like a little sister to me…you should use it."
I felt glad to call him Ryan, but not happy he called me a sister.
I wanted to call Ryan…dad.
But I wont tell him that for now, at least, not until I've found a mom.