#caemos

((Warning: Slightly triggering))

At least they had stopped staring at her as if she was some alien to them. Sometimes, she just wanted to scream at them like a 5 year old, “Hello yes, I see you staring at me. Just so you know, I AM NORMAL JUST LIKE YOU.” Not that it would do anything besides create more staring and ‘concern’ for my well being. The last thing I wanted, was to be shipped off to the local psychologist. 

So instead, I spent my time in dark corners, anywhere I could find a hiding spot really. It helped being smaller than the rest of them. I could get into crevices they could not. The only family I needed, and wanted was my real family. Avaara and Caemos. I had nothing left of Caemos except a broken off horn, and the only thing I had left of Avaara was the skull currently sitting in my lap. 

The skull was tiny, she was only 7 when it happened, and I 9. We had survived a year in there together, all three of us before she went first. CRACK. Just like a nut in a nut crackers mouth. A cackle unwillingly escaped forth from my chapped lips, causing them to bleed slightly. The sound of her skull hitting the rock playing over and over in my head, and getting more humorous as it keep playing. Yea... There was no way I could go see the psychologist. I would end up with more trouble now than I already had. That just wouldn’t do. 

Caballero