The Night has fallen once again, I awake from my deep sleep. Funny. I felt very refreshed. I also felt…kind of giddy. I wanted to see Owen again. I still don't know why. I just did. He made me happy. I make him Happy. Now that think of it, while I don't have dreams often, I did have a dream about him. We were together…
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
Forever
I should go see him. He needs me. I left my room, but Thomas wasn't there. Maybe he went out? Not that I care. As long as he isn't around Owen, I'm fine.
I waited out there for a bit, I could sense him looking at me from his apartment, probably had to do something first. He ran outside, he was smiling. His smile is so adorable. But something was odd, he had a backpack with him. He placed it down and opened it, pulling out two papers he made. "Ok look, I made one for you, and one for me." He told me. But something else caught my eye. It was a book. Romeo and Juliet. Huh.. Funny…A Funny Coincidence. "Are you reading this?" I asked, taking the book in my hand. "Yeah, it's for school. It's boring. Come on, look at this, it's really cool." Owen said. He showed me the paper, it had Morse code on it. "We could talk to eachother through the wall." He told me. It took me a minute to process what he just said. It..alarmed me. I had to ask something. "Can you hear me through the wall?" I asked him, alarmed.
He didn't right away, it's as if he was hesitant. "Only sometimes," he admitted. Oh. "Did you hear anything the other night?" I asked him. He looked up at me, concerned. He knew what I was talking about. "Why was your dad so mad?" he asked. Cute. He thinks Thomas is my dad. I would too if I were in his position. I didn't say anything and just put the book back. "Where's your mom? Are your parents divorced?" he asked me. Please. Stop asking.. "My mom's dead," I replied bluntly. "My mom and dad are getting a divorce." He told me. You poor thing... But that's when I noticed something on his face. It was a bandage… someone hurt Owen.
My Owen.
My Owen.
My Owen.
My Owen.
My Owen.
My Owen.
"What happened there?" I asked him, pointing to the bandage. He seemed embarrassed by it. "Some kids from school. Where do you go to school anyway? I've never seen you-" But I cut him off. "Owen, Listen," I commanded. He looked up at me. "What?" he asked. "You have to hit back. You have to hit back hard." I told him. He looked sad. He wasn't much but..it was enough for me. "I can't. There's 3 of them," he told me. "Then you hit back even harder. Hit them harder than you dare, and then they'll stop." I told him. Maybe kill them if you have to. "What if they hit me back?" Owen asked. "You have a knife," I suggested. "Yeah, but what if even that doesn't stop them?" Owen asked. I stopped for a second, considering what to say before I came to a decision. "Then I'll help you," I told him. He still looked confused. Adorable. "But you're a girl." He said confused. I held his hand and smiled. "I'm a lot stronger than you think I am," I told him. He smiled. That's what I wanted to see. His cute, adorable..
Smile
Smile
Smile
Smile
Smile
Smile
We talked for a bit, before deciding to try the Morse code out. We both went inside, as he went into his apartment, I waved him goodbye, giving a bit of a girly smile. When I walked into mine, I opened the door to a room where I knew Owen's room was on the other side of. But Thomas was in there, listening to something. "I have to get in there. Move." I commanded. He just stared at me for a bit, as if..disappointed. "Move." I said again, this time more sternly. He hobbled up as I moved into positon, and began talking to Owen.
It was nice. I got the hang of it pretty quickly. Now we could just tell eachother when we're going out. And we can talk aside from being outside. This is good. Very good. But eventually, he said he had to go to bed. I understood. But with him going to sleep, I didn't really see a point of being up any longer. So I went to my room and just lied there for a while, thinking.. Mostly about Owen. I was just..so upset. Upset that anyone would even THINK of hurting Owen. MY OWEN. I should have just pressed for more information, but I was more focused on helping him. But still, That feeling. I didn't push it away this time. I just let it linger. It felt nice. It felt nice to not think of Owen as prey. I thought of him… as a friend… My Friend. My Best Friend. Mine. I guess I was thinking for a while, because the next thing I knew, I was getting tired. The Sun was rising again and so..
I went into a deep sleep.