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06

..𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙨,
𝙞'𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚.

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I'M SCARED AT the fact the lab has held radio silence for what seems to be like hours at this point. Ever since Norm told me to go to my room, no one has said anything. Spider left with the others a while ago, so I haven't seen him.

I wish he'd come back. It seems like I never see him, nowadays. He's always out there with them

It's not fair.

I've been sitting reading a book for the past two hours. I had my radio playing some soft music at the lowest volume, holding my book open with one hand and resting my head on my palm with the other.

The soft chatters of animals outside my window was audible, as well. I wish I could go outside and hear them more clearly. I wish I could take a fresh breath of air.

Some days, I wish I were a Na'vi. No, everyday. Every single night, I am reminded of the life I could have had in another lifetime. I think about what I would be doing; would I be flying around on my own Ikran? Would I be laughing with my friends, talking about everything and anything?

Would I even have friends? I don't know. But I do know that I will never experience that.

Some days, I wish I were dead, as well.

Tap.

My head snaps up at the noise. I narrow my eyes, trying to see if anyone was there. When nothing came after that small tap, I sighed, and looked down to my book. I was probably just imagining things.

Tap, tap.

Okay. I'm definitely not just hearing things.

I set my book down, standing up from my chair. I lean closer to the window, trying to make out a figure in the darkness but I can't.

Thats when I hear the voice.

"Hey! Let me in!" A voice whisper-yells. I nearly groan when I recognize it to be Lo'aks. I roll my eyes, sitting back down in my chair as I try to ignore him. "Cmon, man, don't ignore me."

I tighten my grip on my book, shaking my head in frustration. When I hear nothing from outside, I think he bit his pride and left. Then, I hear my room door creak and shut.

I spin around in my chair. "What the fuck?!" I whisper, "how did you get in here?"

He blinks, and points to my door.

I give him a deadpan glare. He fights off a laugh, and instead looks around my room. "Is this your room?" he asks. He picks up one of the mugs I painted off of my dresser and looks it over. I rush toward him and snatch it out of his grasp.

"Don't touch my things," I say, setting the mug down on top of the dresser. Instead of giving my words another thought, he moves toward my desk. I sigh in frustration, "What are you doing here?"

He doesn't answer. Instead, he brushes a hand along the wood of my chair, looking up to see my bed.

It looks as if his eyes light up.

Instantly, he moves toward it, flopping onto my sheets. The bed creaks, almost as if it was about to give out.

"You moron!" I whisper-scream, "you're going to break my bed! Get up!"

"Chill, I'm not gonna break it." He waves me off with one hand, the other grabbing one of my furry pillows and resting it on his chest. He brushes his hand along the fuzz, a small woah leaving his lips.