Freeze (PART 2)

Freeze

It is precisely eight o' clock in the morning.

He opens his eyes, which are bloodshot and seemingly pupil-less. The youth sits up and yawns, looking around. The walls are still yellow and soft. He still has these weird unbreakable bandages around his upper body.

Yet he still laughs every day, maybe ten too many times.

He sees a few faces at the glass on the side and his omniscient smile widens. He hasn't really seen anybody for a while.

The boy jumps up and dashes across the padded room towards the glass, crashing into it with a thud right in front of a girl with short hair. Her name is Nya.

Her sympathetic gaze rests on the white-clad, bruised, broken nindroid. She doesn't say anything. Her ebony bangs cover her eyes again, shielding them from the boy's sight.

He doesn't seem to feel the pain from the hit as he springs up and presses his face to the glass, almost as if trying to so desperately break out and maybe hug Nya.

She silently uses her finger to trace the long, jagged crack on his crazed, pale face, and his tiny crimson pupils follow her finger. Saliva drips from his smiling mouth.

"Nya!" he suddenly yells, startling her. She jumps, frightened. She feels sorry for him, but that doesn't exactly mean she wants him free.

She sighs, her breath misting up on the glass. The teenager's milky eyes gleam with interest as he watches the mist evaporate.

"I'm sorry," she says quietly, brushing her silky bangs away to reveal white bandages over her right eye.

He giggles. "Play with me..." he whispers hungrily, scratching on the glass with his face.

Nya tries not to show the pain, discomfort and disgust at this motion. "I-I'd rather not..."

He frowns, but his insane grin soon returns. "Hehehe..." he laughs and ice shoots from his hands, freezing the glass and startling the girl again. She flinches and edges away, much to the boy's horror.

"Don't go!" he screams desperately, flinging himself at the glass. "Don't go!"

Nya puts a finger to her lips. "Shh, it's okay. I'm not leaving. I have something to show you.."

The blonde-haired calmed down and nodded. Nya takes a deep breath and steps to the side, revealing an aged man. He wears spectacles, a lab coat, and a despaired frown on his face. His hair is sheen grey and his green eyes are glassy with tears.

He stares at the nindroid and the nindroid stares back before giggling uncontrollably again. The man gives a sigh and presses his left hand to his temple. His heart hurts to see the boy like this.

"Why did this have to happen to you, Zane?"

At the sound of his name, the corner near his eye sparks with electricity and another burst of ice comes forth, frosting up the glass. It is accompanied by screeching, high-pitched laughter. Nya feels her heart shatter, her eye burn with tears and her fists clench.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Julien,"

"Those words aren't going to help him," the man, Dr. Julien, replies softly. "He's going to be like this forever. Nothing will reverse what he has become."

The words cut like knives, slicing Nya's heart into two.

"I know,"

Zane laughs and laughs and laughs, but nobody can laugh along with him.

Not in this nightmare.