"Hi." Zoe's voice is broken and barely above a whisper.
At first, Brayson is taken aback by her voice; he didn't think phsyco people were able to start a conversation.
"Hi," Brayson responds warily, but when her eyebrows connect again, he knows he's done something wrong.
"I'm sorry." He mutters, looking away from her piercing gaze.
"It's fine, I didn't think the mentally disturbed could hold up conversations either,
that is until I got here."
Zoe's voice is now stronger and louder.
When Brayson didn't respond, Zoe began to get irritated.
"Nice talking to you too, this conversation was the best!"
Zoe makes sure the sarcasm is evident in her raspy voice.
It was like the boy in front of her was incapable of comprehending that mentally disturbed people can be social and such, and that aggravated her to no end.
But the minute her eyes locked with his own, all frustration seemed to cease, for the only emotion Zoe seemed to notice was the unfamiliar feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Nervousness? Maybe.
Giddiness? Perhaps.
She couldn't quite lay a finger on the feeling, so she decided to simply ignore it.
It might just be the fact that she hasn't eaten in a while.
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Until The Sun Dies
Teen Fiction"S-stay with me." Zoe whispers. "Keep me safe." "Until the sun dies, love." + Zoe Walker is a young Schizophrenic girl who's parents left her at the psych ward one day. She's sad and lonely and doesn't really talk to anyone. She's crying on the in...
