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The girl slept peacefully on the sofa where she was left unprotected to the people around her. She was here, in this house. In the house which could never be called a home. As the boy looked down at her gentle face he slowly came to realize the mistake he made. Just because she caught his eye, she was slowly being forced into a life that would only lead to misery, but for now she would be clueless to this fact. He had been warned many times not to get close, but here she was and he didn't want to let her go anytime soon. But how much time would he even have? Surely not enough. No doubt about it, he couldn't have enough time. So why make her suffer? Just let her go. Go back to what? Being bullied, having to run away from your home, wanting to be saved. It would only be torture to send her back to the life she wanted to escape from. Why not help her escape? If she as well became close to these people, her small life would continue to live in pain.
Staring down onto her porcelain face, all proper thoughts left him and he could no longer resist. He reached his hand down towards her, pushed her hair behind her ears and slowly wrapped his gentle cold fingers around her small fragile neck. This could make them both happy right? As he looked down upon her figure, he noticed her soft tousled hair, her delicate sleepy breath, and her smooth pale skin. She was just a normal human being, but to his eyes she resembled a princess from a fantasy. When a prince meets a princess, isn't it a kiss that brings them happiness? But this person right here is no prince, nothing but a villain, not even that. He had no right to be her prince, he wasn't the one who should hold her precious life in his hands. He could never kill anyone, not even someone who would live in misery, for they still meant something.
Releasing his grip, the boys knees weakened and he fell to the ground in despair. A princess shouldn't be killed. Tears rushed down his face, but he couldn't tell why or even when they started nor did he feel the emotions that tears brought but they still filled his eyes and soaked his cheeks. At this time, his sense of reality was back, and he felt regret for thinking such thoughts. Of course, the drugged up child could never live long and he accepted this fact. He and the other would wait until the day came, closing themselves off from others so they wouldn't have to share the pain of death. Now someone was getting close, what was he supposed to do? Bringing her here was his fault, he caused only more pain for himself and the girl, and this hurt the child a lot to think about. This was probably the reason for the tears that stained his face.
He couldn't destroy her, so the only option left for her would be to live. If he couldn't take her down then it was now his job to make her happy, give her a reason to smile. He would act as her happiness. Just for a while, for the small amount of life he had left, he would use it for her. This was the thing he decided on, but it still brought pain. This was his way to fix things, but he couldn't be fixed. He would face her with a smile for her to return, but deep inside his heart would cry. This is the life of an unwanted kid, raised in an institution and growing up to become a terrorist. He could never deserve the happiness he greatly longed for. With a happy faked smile, he would continue on.
"Twelve..." The small girl called out, her eyes soaked with her own tears. A nightmare? Must have been. He gave a nod and reached his hand towards her, this time for comfort and not for pain. She took the hand offered and held it tight in the night. It was soft and gracious, and his own cold hand slowly filled with her warmth. Yeah, it was fine to live this way only though it would be for a short time.
"Go back to sleep, I’m here now to protect you. I saved you once so it's my job to save you again." He watched as her eyes were closed, her grip on his hand loosened, and she fell back into slumber. The words he spoke would be lost to the world, but he would remember them and keep them safe as his promise to her.