Hold
Song: This song by Adele that starts with "this is how the story went/I met someone by accident"
Angel
I choked on my own tears, sobbing convulsions racking my body from time to time. I had spent years, and more tears in this crate since Max didn't come back for me; I didn't know why. I was fifteen now, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I held the carefully sharpened glass right above my heart, breathing heavily. The security cameras watching me 24-7 apparently elicited no response from the scheduled guards. I pressed the shard to my body lightly. A little bead of blood pushed its way out. I marveled at, if I was so special, how easily I could and would be ended. I took a deep breath and prepared to end my misery when a voice from the cage next to me spoke.
"Don't." a boy's voice said. I looked. There sat a guy about my age, sitting in a crate, knees hugged to his body. His eyes were like a cat's; his skin was spotted with scales.
"You can't stop me." I responded shakily. He blinked.
"No, but I can tell you something that might."
"What?" I asked, annoyed. His sky-blue cat eyes regarded me.
"I've watched you for months. Every day you spend time murmuring about some people: Fang, Max, Maya, Dylan, Nudge, Gazzy...you repeat the name Max more than the others."
I wanted to protest; but it wasn't a lie. I held the glass shard closer. The boy held his hand up, telling me to wait.
"You still dream of flying, you think that your wings are ugly, but you still want to feel their power, to extend them and fly away, far away, from here."
I was silent in my astonishment.
"But they're not ugly. They're amazing, just like you."
Even if you don't believe it. He spoke in my mind.
How did he-?
"You talk a little in your nightmare- plagued sleep. And also, I can read minds." he responded to my thoughts. I picked up no thoughts from him, despite my sudden efforts. He laughed, tapping his head.
"Metal plating. You can't hear my thoughts."
I drew into myself. I didn't even know that he existed. What was he, anyway?
The boy's face became grim at hearing my mind's musings.
"I'm…..mutated, as you call it, with a cat and a lizard. I don't know how long I'll live." He said, real pain overflowing in his voice's tone. I shook my head, familiar with his sadness. I dropped my weapon designed to be against myself. It clattered blankly against the crate's metal floor. I reached a hand out of my crate, joining it with the guy's.
"I'm Jace, by the way." He said.
"Angel." I introduced myself. At that moment and forever, he had a hold on my heart.