S.T.A

Chapter 3- part 4

My hands fly to my face, when I make that sound, and I blush. I move forward and I sit down, and I notice that it is a swivel chair. Immediately, I start to spin in the chair.  Casanova smiles at my childish behaviour, and he bends down to pick up pad of paper and a pen off of the floor.

‘Can I have some?’ I ask, and I point to the paper. Casanova rips some of the paper out and hands it to me. I bend down and I pick up a pencil off the floor. I look back at Casanova and I start to draw what I see, but I don’t let him see what I am doing.

‘So I am going to treat this like any other session that I have with people. I am going to ask questions, and I will make a note of the answers, ok?’ he asks, and I nod, without looking up. I draw the outline of his face, some of the features.

‘What is the main reason that you don’t trust us?’ He asks. Again, I don’t look up from what I am drawing, and I think of how to word the answer.

‘I don’t know anyone here, and I have learnt not to trust people I don’t know,’ I answer. I look up to see his expression and to get the next thing to draw of his face.

He nods in understanding, and this makes me slightly angry but I push them back down, remembering what happened with Hunter and look of fear he had.

‘Why not get to know some people here? Can’t you learn to trust people here?’ he asks. I consider doing this, but then I think of the hunters coming to get these people because of me. I shake my head, without looking at him, and I finish the drawing of him.

‘Everlyn. The Hunters aren’t going to attack you here, and it wouldn’t be your fault if they do. Besides don’t you think it will be safer to be in a place with lots of your kind instead of being alone,’ he states, and I have to agree, so I nod.

I look up to look at Casanova and then I look back at my drawing to make sure that I have done everything correctly. He tilts his head slightly, to silently ask what I have done on the paper. So, I turn the paper over to show him the drawing.

He is taken aback by what he sees on the page, and I can see that a slight shade of red appears on his cheeks, as he blushes from the work I have done.

‘It’s brilliant,’ he says, with a smile on his face. I pass it over the desk and place it in front of him, and I tell him that he can keep it.
He takes a key out of his pocket and he unlocks a draw in his desk. He paces the drawing into the draw and locks it again.

‘Just to keep it safe, until I can get a safer place for it,’ he tells me. I nod again. He seems to have realised how silent I have gotten, so he moves on to the next question.

‘Why do you think the hunters are after you and people you connect with?’ he asks. This question takes me by surprise and my head shoots up to look at him. He shrugs.

‘I’ve notice that this is something you think about every time I ask about you staying,’ he explains. I feel like smacking myself in the face when he says that, and I feel stupid that I forgot that he could read my thoughts.

‘I hurt one of their own, and now they want to hurt me,’ I tell him. Once again, he tilts his head to the side to tell me to explain.

‘I met a boy and I made friends with him immediately, I trusted him when I shouldn’t have. One day we were hanging out in the forest which surrounds my home, and he tells me that he is a hunter. I freak, because I’ve heard a lot about hunters from my grandparents, and you know how I get when I freak out. He got very badly hurt,’ I explain to him.

He has a sympathetic look in his eyes, so I think don’t have that look, and he apologises and changes it.

We both sit there in silence again, while I am in deep thought and he is writing notes on the paper. I look over at his notes and I tried to see what he had written, but they seemed to be in some sort of code.