Blood

11.

"That was gone quickly."

I look up to see the nameless boy.

He eyes my bowl,"Do you want more?"

My jaw hits the floor.

More?

"Yes, more." He replies. I didn't realize that I had spoken aloud.
I nod swiftly.

He calls out and the woman hobbles back and refills my bowl.

"More food?" I whisper in disbelief.

"Yes, why is that so hard to take in?" He asks.

"At home we're given fixed rations. We're not allowed more than that." I sigh, help myself to the second serving-savoring each bite.

He doesn't say anything.

I look up from my bowl to find him staring at me.

That pretty girl comment flashed in my mind.

"What?" I say.

"You're not allowed to ask for more food?!" He exclaims.

I shrug.

Stupid, stupid girl. I chide myself, and to think he was staring at you cause he thought you were 'pretty'.

"Uhhh...yeah, no more than one serving and the same meal everyday- that is, until we become adults..." I say sadly.

"Wow." He says.

His gray eyes bore into me.
I squirm.

"No, not wow." I huff."At least I had a home there or at least I had people who love me..."

I felt my anger spark at the thought of Grandma.

"Your grandmother loves you." He says softly.

My voice is tight."I wouldn't say that anymore."

I was very close to Grandma before he was sent out.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because." I snap.

A pained expression flashes on his face and was gone so fast that I thought it hadn't happened.

The woman is back and she she silently asks me whether I wanted another serving.

I shake my head and she collects my bowl and was off.

"Sorry." I apologize."Sorry." I say again and rub my face.

"Why are you apologizing?"

Tears pinprick my eyes.
Why had I even come here?
I was so stupid.

"Why are you even talking to me?!" I shudder as a lump rises to my throat. "Why did you save me?"

I bury my face in my palms.

He was silent for so long that I thought he had left.

"I saved you because..." he pauses,"because I couldn't save my mother. I couldn't watch you die like how I watched her die." His voice cracks on the word die.

As much as I was curious, I decide not to pry,"I have a twin." I said, trying to hide my tear streaked face.

He just nods.

We are silent for a moment.

"Samantha loves you." He says.

"Easy for you to say."

"Trust me."

I roll my eyes.

"You are loved. Value that. There are others who receive none of that." He says sternly.

I have a feeling he isn't just talking about me anymore. I'm about to protest when he cuts me off-

"I have something to attend to... I'll see you around." and he is gone.

Someone walks over to me.

I look up to see a girl around my age.

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