It was a quiet night.

You could say I couldn't sleep and it didn't help that I didn't want to sleep, It was around 10-11 pm and even though I had school the next day, I just couldn't be bothered.

A gloomy sigh left my lips. My eyes flickering to stare out my bedroom window watching the night sky.

My Mum always told me that, 'Sweetie, no matter how far away I am. I'll always be with you. Just look up at the night sky and talk', but I never did. Maybe it was the fact that I knew she wouldn't hear me either way. That she was gone.

Slowly I sat up and wiped my tear stained cheeks clean with the sleeves of my hoodie. I open my bedroom window and climb down the panelling of the house. It was quite difficult and I was surprised to not have slipped.

Quickly jumping off, before I could jinx myself, I landed in such a smooth crouch position that I gave myself a silent praise. The sounds of crickets brought me back to my current task and thoughts. I looked up at the sky.

I guess... I could talk.

I walked out to a nearby Willow tree as I re-adjusted my black sweater that went to my thighs. The tree happened to be near my bedroom near the paddock that William sotred all his tools in.

Sitting down on the dark green grass, I leaned against the tree's stump while looking up at the night sky, admiring the star's and how they sparkled. The wind was blowing peacefully and made me realise that night time is actually very relaxing.

Closing my eyes, I went into deep thought. I miss my family. I miss my dad's smart ass attitude and my mother's supportive speeches. They both were good people, they both didn't deserve the fate they were given.

Inhaling the cold night air to cool down the warmth of anger that started to rise. I quickly exhaled and started to think about my sibling's. I had two younger siblings. Both twins. A boy and a girl. Yeah crazy I know.

They were the most michevious little human's I had ever met, but when you need them, they were there for you. Even though they were pretty much toddlers...they understood how I felt.

It was a sibling bond, one I cherished a lot. One I crave to have again, but too scared to do so. Too scared to lose it all over again.

"-And why are you up so late and wondering outside?"

My eyes snapped open to be greeted by Ron who leaned against the Black Topkick Truck with an raised eyebrow, his trigger-happy attitude bouncing off him instantly. He is always there, wherever I go, I see him.

It's... weird and frustrating.

"I could ask you the same question" I replied stubbornly, still angry at what he had said to me earlier. I really did not want to be around him, at all. Ron just rolled his eyes at me, like usual. Like I was the one being a nuisance.

We seemed to observe each over for a bit, the tension was rough and I really just wanted to be left alone. I noted how his blue eyes seem to glow faintly in the dark, a blue reflection on his cheekbones. Was that even normal? That just makes him more creepier.

"Are you a stalker" I ask Ron stiffly, hoping the question would make the man go away.

Ron grunted at me with a look of disbelief, before staring at me like I was an idiot. "No Hazel, I sleep out here, in the... truck"

"Right..." Was all I could think to reply with, that answer made him seem even weirder. Why sleep in the truck when there was a perfectly good house behind us?

My gaze slowly went back up at the stars. Hoping to block his presence out completely.

Silence filled the air once again, but I could easily still feel Ron's gaze on me while I observed the stars. Trying to ignore him, but failing.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer" I snapped bitterly, getting sick of him staring at me. Ron grunted at my foul attitude.

"You have issues" Ron points out, making me turn my head to him and glare. "Thanks. I think I already know that. Asshole."

Ron's face left no readable expression at the name I called him, which triggered my anger and frustration even more.

Why is he so complicated? God he is so annoying. Why is he even trying to conversate with me after what he said to me today?

Wasn't it obvious I wanted to be alone?

"I apologize" Ron says out of the blue making me blink harshly and push myself off the Willow tree to properly face him.

"Excuse me?" I ask, genuinely confused, my voice filled with frustration and astonoushment. You mean he was talking to me, to work down his own pride to apologise?

"About before, My choice of words were disrespectful and I did not mean to harm your emotions" Ron claimed in a matter-of-fact mannerism, before grunting and looking up at the sky awkwardly to avoid eye contact.

It was obvious he didn't apologize a lot and didn't like apologizing either. Well that's something in common. Admitting you made a mistake sucks and I didn't have it in me to hold grudges.

Sighing in acceptance, I looked up at the sky once again. It was calming. "It's fine...I shouldn't have been such a moody cow" I spoke out slowly, reluctant.

"After the argument I have been feeling extremely guilty..." The words spilled out before I could stop them. Quickly, I paused to swallow down the guilt that overwhelmed me once again. I am so not crying infront of Ron.

"...about yelling at Sarah and William. I shouldn't have taken my anger out on them." I started to pull at the winter grass, my head looking at the ground in shame. "Also sorry for calling you an asshole."

I heard feet shuffling and the grass crunching, before hearing the man sit nearby me. I looked up when curiousity killed me, to see Ron sitting next to me, leaning back on his hands whilst he stared out into space.

"You seemed to be in deep thought before, Could I know why?" Ron asked carefully, obviously wanting to change topics on our past argument. It was obvious and I was happy to change it.

Once again I sighed. Man I sigh so much, but at the same time. I am just tired and disappointed... totally over it all.

"I was thinking about... my..." I trailed off the sentence, I didn't have much experience in talking about my emotions to others. I always hid away my emotions, bottled them up while being angry at the world. I hated being a burdan to others...

"Family?" Ron finished the sentence for me, easily noticing my reluctance.

I nodded pulling at the grass a bit harder for a distraction on my part. I always had fiddled with something while speaking to people on such dire topics, to a piece of hair, or even just my fingers.

It was a weird habit of mine and people usually found it annoying, surprisingly Ron was doing the same thing. Pulling at the grass himself.

"Yeah... Family" I mumbled softly in sorrow, but loud enough for him to hear.

Ron seemed curious, but careful, he obviously didn't want to trigger my emotions too much and have a repeat of earlier.

I went with it. "My dad...he was like a child in an adult's body. He always had his childish jokes and his sarcasm was always at the highest levels...But he was very protective and a very good person." I explain with a wave of a hand, Ron nodded for me to continue.

"Then there was my mum" I smiled lightly at the memories of her "Man she was out of this planet. Too good for this world."

Ron raised a eyebrow at me at my choice of words, I giggled quietly before continuing. "She was a very free spirited person, very supportive and was always there when I needed her the most...we were very close."

"They sounded like very good..." He trailed of his sentence, his eyes seem to go a dark blue tint, before returning to a bright blue tint "Parents."

"Yes, they were"

"So you were the only sparkling?" Ron asked tilting his head to the side.

I raised an eyebrow at him, unsure on what he was on about. "What is 'sparkling'?" I question, completely confused and out of the loop. Was it slang?

Ron scowled, mumbling something that I could not understand. "I meant Child."

"Oh" My eyes widened slightly. " I am guessing English is not your original language"

"No it is not"

"What is your original language?" I ask instead, wanting to know what language used 'sparkling' to reference a child.

"Its complicated" was all Ron responded with, which was annoying, but I knew that was all I would get out of him. Stubborn man.

"Well...I wasn't the only child, but I was the oldest sibling to 2 twins. A boy and Girl" I exclaim proudly to him, deciding best to keep the conversation flowing.

Ron now seemed more interested then before at the news I just told him. "Jamie and Taylor" I smile widely at the sound of their names. "You'd never see them separated, it must be a twin thing."

"Where is your family? Why were you all alone, did they abandon you?" Ron asked multiple questions at once suddenly, sounding impatient, he looked at me with a puzzled frown.

My eyes hardened at this and I scowled at the ground in bitterness. "They are Dead Ron. They didn't abandon me... "

Ron looked at me with understanding eyes, before looking away. "I am sorry. I shouldn't of asked such questions."

Sighing, I shook my head in disagreement "Nah it's all good...got to find out one day, right?"

"May I ask how they had..." Ron trailed off his sentence, unsure what to say to me.

"They were murdered..." I confess quietly and Ron eyes go wide in shock, not expecting that. The shock would have been funny any other time.

"They died on my birthday. We lived In Mission City...if you know that place? I saw them be killed right in front of my eyes and I couldn't do anything, but watch the ones I love...Suffer then go lifeless" I closed my eyes while I confessed what had happened 2 years ago. It still felt like yesterday.

It felt good telling someone about it, it felt as if the world just got lifted off my shoulders. I felt more relaxed, at peace. Like I had accepted it out loud finally.

The words kept coming though, like an overflowed bottle had just bursted and the contents wouldn't... couldn't stop spilling.

"They claimed it was a terrorist attack and when I protested that it was something totally different- they pushed me away Ron! They shoved me into a damn adoption centre!" I allowed a single tear of frustration, slide down my cheek, I scowled before swiping it away.

"Different..." Ron muttered out slowly, looking unsure, but worry could be spotted in his eyes.

"Yes Ron. It wasn't human." Ron stared at me with horror as if it just all clicked together for him. I didn't have it in me to question it, I felt so drained... tired.

I stood up swiftly and Ron watched my movements like a hawk. "Goodnight Ron." I quickly said, not wishing to hear his response on my statement. Not wishing to hear that he thought I was crazy like the rest.

I hurriedly climbed up to my bedroom, not wanting any judgement from Ron at all. Including those stares of his.

What Ron had said when we first met, was still fresh in my mind.
"-...there is something about you."

I went to bed instantly at that and pretty much hid under the blankets, but I still knew he watched me and stared at my bedroom window.

I shivered at the thought that those robotic creatures are still alive.

So why am I the only one talking about it?

Am I crazy?