The child protective services are letting us sleep here tonight but then we will all leave for home in the morning. They give us a huge dinner which we all hungrily wolf down. Everyone has a home to go to but Zyra, she is being sent to an orphanage two blocks away from my our old apartment building. Then something dreadful happened. My parents called and disowned me. When the services told me, I had tears in my eyes and I fell to the ground. Of course, Zyra was there to pick me up and help me back onto my bunk. I got assigned the bunk on top of hers, but she let me sleep in the bottom one so I wouldn't fall. I was crying when they told me I am going to the same orphanage as Zyra, so I barely heard. Zyra was hugging me the whole time and I wouldn't let her go. I didn't want to stop touching her. She felt like heaven and was like a drug to me. She was the only thing to be happy about. She loves me and I love her, it's the only thing to be happy about.

My family is standing around me. My father has and evil grin, so does my mother. Both of them have chairs in their hands. My brother is on the floor crying, blood surrounding his body, his head is bleeding out. I look at my parents horrified. I start to scream as they walk towards me with their chairs that are now drenched in blood.

I wake up and find myself in my bunk with Zyra standing over me, holding my hand and stroking my hair. I stop screaming and look her in the eyes. The light is dim in the room so people could go to sleep, but I am too scared to rest now. My hands are shaking and I am sweating profusely yet Zyra won't let my hand go. She looks at me with concern and I think of how lucky I am to have her. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be in this mess, but she is also the reason I am getting out of it. She is smoothing down my hair and telling me to relax. I smile and nod my head. She then takes her hand away from mine and starts to climb the ladder to her bunk but I grab her hand back. She looks me in the eyes with question.

"Can you stay with me till I fall asleep?" I ask her because even in a room full of sleeping kids, I feel alone.

She smiles and climbs down the ladder. She is everything I could've asked for and more. She is so caring about me now that we know each other so well. When we were eating dinner we told each other about everything that happened. I told her about the no rainbows facility and the guards, even about the boy whom I shared a cell with. She told me about being locked in her room, frightened, infuriated, and how she called child protective services. She sounded so brave but I knew both of us are now broken from our experiences. I have been disowned and now I am moving into an orphanage. She has been beaten, lied to, shot at, had a heart attack, locked away, and trapped. We both deserve gold medal's for what we have been through. Now she comes onto my bunk, lying down next to me. She gets underneath the covers and leans her head against mine. Her hair smells like cedar which reminds me of my drumsticks at home. Well, my old home anyway. She is warm and makes me feel calmer than any kind of calm I have been in the last few days. Are bodies are pressed against each other on the small bed and I can't help but sigh. Her hand finds mine under the blanket and I grasp it. We don't say anything, we just lay next to each other in silence. I have no idea where to go from here. I mean in my real life, not my romantic one. I could become a musician, but all of my music and drums are at my old apartment. I don't think I could ever find the strength to back there and get my stuff. Her head fits neatly into space between my head and my shoulders as if it was made for her to lay her head there. I wish this moment of happiness would last but all good things come to and end, and we are going to the orphanage tomorrow.