Goodbye my almost lover. Goodbye my hopeless dream.
Uh, this was based off a dream I had. The original character is obviously the one telling the story from first POV. And is being submitted for the Your *Amazing* OC! contest.
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We were being held hostage. By who or what, I know not, but hostage all the same.Three people to a cabin, two cabins for all six of us. Rane, Eden, and I together, and Maximillian, Oliver, and Laké together. It was weird, the way that we were grouped, but I was over it. I just wanted the hell out.
Two weeks we all followed routine of the stupid people who ordered us to do various tasks. They told us when to eat, when we could all talk to each other, when were allowed to pee. Everyday at dinner - if you could call a broth with a slice of bread and some chicken dinner - was the only time we were all allowed to see each other. It was that time that we were allowed to talk, and do what we want. Of course, the stupid people were always nearby, just trying to "keep the peace".
It was unusually silent this time at the table, just the sounds of silverware hitting plates and six teenagers eating like they've never eaten before in their lives. It was too awkward for me, and I hated it. I glanced over at Rane; his five foot five self was unusually silent, and his case of Napoleon Complex wasn't anywhere to be seen. Maximillian, Eden, and Oliver weren't talking much either. I'd expect them to be talking amongst themselves, but they weren't. And Laké, the biggest ass hole of us all, wasn't talking either. He was off in his own little world, probably dreaming about the cookies that he'd never get.
"So, I think I want out of here," I said quietly, picking at my bread and throwing it into my soup. I wasn't hungry, because lunch was just three hours ago. I knew I should eat, because I might not be able to sleep at night, but I couldn't bring myself to put the spoon to my lips and suck.
They all stopped and stared at me, giving me a look that said Don't we all?
"I mean-- ugh, nevermind.." I sighed and played with my spoon, picking it up and taking a sip. It was cold already. Figures; this place was cheap.
After dinner, we were all locked in for the night. The stupid people would lock us into our cabins and make their way to go catch up on their sleep. It was roughly eight o'clock with nothing to do but talk. Eden and I called top bunks for our cabin, while Rane got to sleep on the bottom. But we all came together on my top bunk, just sitting and talking about whatever came to mind.
But the same thing that happened at dinner happened now; no one wanted to talk! This was bothering me. "Someone speak? Please?"
"Alright. Here, I'm speaking." Rane's voice sounded annoyed. And I thought Laké was the biggest ass hole in the world, but things change, apparently.
"I know a way we can get out of here. This place." It was risky, but he and Eden were all up for it. Anything to get out of this hell hole.
After telling them, we decided we had to go and tell the other three. I knew how to get out of the cabin without a sound, crawling through the hole under one of the bunks to get to the other side. I was the only one that went, just in case stupid guard people were doing inspections.
"That's a great idea!" Maximillian said, the naivety in his voice clear.
“Sure, it is, but what does that mean for all of us in a whole?” Laké, always thinking more into things than he needed to.
The plan was that we would take two of the vehicles that the camp had and drive as fast as we could with them. Tonight. But we had to do it quickly, or else it would’ve been an epic fail. Along the road, we’d have to split up so the chances of them catching us were lowered.
I didn’t respond to him, because the truth hurt too much. I couldn’t say it. I didn’t want to say it. I couldn’t admit.
“It’d mean chances of Maximillian, Laké, and I seeing you, Eden, and Rane ever again are almost never.” Dammit, Oliver. At least he’d said it, and not me.
And of course, me being the emotional person I am, I started crying. “N-no! That can’t be! Maybe we could find someplace to meet outside, or… or…” But there was nothing I could do. We’d end up separating. We all might never see each other again. Knowing that even though we’d all gain something as soon as we got out, we would all lose something that we cared about. Each other.
I went back to my original cabin and told them of the plan. We were going to do it tonight. The other three from the other cabin came to mine, and we were all to make a run for it from here. It was closer to the area where all the cars were kept than theirs was.
Rane picked the lock to the cabin door open, and we silently maneuvered through the night, slowly approaching the garage with all the cars. Eden and I tried our best not to show we were crying. We couldn’t help it. She’d be losing her brother Oliver, and her two best friends Maximillian and Laké. I’d be losing all three of them.
We made it to the garage safely, and now it was Laké’s turn to shine, his turn to help in a way. He had to hot wire the cars, and he knew how to do that. I didn’t bother asking him why and how he knew, but it was mostly because I couldn’t. My throat had closed on me, and no air was going in. I couldn’t stop crying, and neither could Eden.
I glanced over at Maximillian, and he was crying his eyes out. I went over and hugged him, and I couldn’t contain myself any longer. Tears streamed out of my eyes as I felt my heart fall apart. These were three people that I couldn’t live without, and now I might have to live without them. I told him I loved him in more ways than one, and that I couldn’t exactly explain what it meant.
I couldn’t say goodbye to Laké. It would’ve interfered with the concentration required to hot wire the car. I poked him on the side and laughed without humour as I whispered a soft goodbye to him, saying that I loved him also. Right after, he’d finished the first car, and now he had to work quickly to do the second. The stupid guard people could be waken up by the sound of the car starting and then we’d all be right back where we started. As soon as the second one was ready, it was time to floor it and get out.
Eden jumped into the passenger’s seat and Rane in the driver’s seat of one car, and Laké would be getting into the driver’s seat of the other. Maximillian had already claimed “shotgun”, leaving Oliver with the backseat. And he was the last person that I could say bye too.
“I can’t do this,” I said between sobs. I really couldn’t. I’d liked Oliver in so many ways. It wasn’t even liked, more like loved. I’d loved him as a friend, I’d loved him as a brother, I’d loved him in a relationship way, even if the feelings weren’t returned, and then back again to a brother. He’d been there when everyone else had just seemed to fail me.
He took me in his arms and nuzzled my head. “I know.” And that was all he needed to say. I wrapped my arms around him - damn him for being taller than me, but that was far from the point – and cried like I’d never had before. I didn’t cry this hard when my brother was killed in the army. It was a new kind of pain. I’d lose people, but I’d have to live knowing that they could come back. That we could all be together again.
"I have always loved you. Not necessarily in that way all the time, but a sort of love nonetheless." It was one of the biggest confessions that I have made in my life, and his only response was a tightening of the arms, and a soft ‘I love you, too’ in reply. I could hear him holding back tears, also.
The car behind him started, and Laké pulled the door shut behind him. “Let’s go!” He shouted, just as doors flew open and stupid guard people started flooding out.
It was the last thing I’d expected from Oliver: he kissed me hard before jumping into the car, holding onto my hand as long as possible until it was only our fingers that touched. As Rane stepped on the accelerator, our hands parted, and the last thing I saw on the three of their faces were looks of grief as they followed behind, turning the opposite direction we had at the intersection.
