Darcy looked at his face finally and saw he was panicking. She stopped so that she was only an inch from touching him. She looked into his eyes and smiled.
Jakob shuffled his feet nervously, careful to stay where he was. He lowered his eyes again, still hyperventilating.
"P-please...My line..." He mumbled awkwardly, looking away. She was too close, too close. She could just step forward, or reach out, or lean forward and she would be touching him. The though made him itch for his hand sanitizer.
"Hi," Darcy breathed, careful to remain painfully close to him, but not to touch him, "I'm Darcy."
"My...line..." Jakob said in a strangled whisper. He didn't are look up at her, he didn't are move.
Darcy frowned. "Look," she said, "Just say your name and ill move, kid."
Jakob bit his lip, finally looking up at her. He shifted slightly.
"I-I'm Jakob." He mumbled quietly. He looked back down at the ground. "My line..?"
Darcy stepped off "his line", but continued to walk beside him. "Jakob, why are you still here on spring break?"
Jakob shakily slowed his breathing, trying to calm down. He stood still for a full moment, trying to remember what number he had left off on before he started walking again.
He was careful to stay on his line, moving slowly as he counted.
He shrugged in answer to Darcy's question, eyes trained on the floor.
"Well," Darcy said, her green eyes looking carelessly out the windows that they passed, "I'll tell you while I'm still here. My parents say, why bring Darcy home and have to take to the hospital in town for treatment when her tuition pays for treatment at school. I was a mistake from the young, crazy years. I haven't seen them since I was six. The most contact I get from this two letters a year, one on Christmas and one of my birthday. I have two little sisters. They will be four and two this year, but I've never met them. I sometimes feel like they sent me here, sent their mistake away, so they could start from scratch and build a new, perfect family. Without the child with anorexia and depression and luekimia." Darcy babbled about her problems to a lot of people when they would listen to her. She didn't have many friends. Her lack of hair sort turned people away.
Jakob listened silently. He hesitated for a moment, only pausing for a brief second before continuing his walking.
"Oh..." He said in a faint whisper. He clutched his book closer to his chest. A mistake...That sounded familiar. Painfully familiar.
"Yea," Darcy murmured, looking ahead. She snapped out of her self pitying thoughts though and smiled again. "But, sometimes I think it's easier that people aren't attached to me and that my lack of hair repels most people from befriending me. At least I know that once Im gone, there wont be many people who care." she told him.
Jakob was silent for a moment.
They were getting close to his destination, close to the end of his end. He chewed on his lip as he listened silently to Darcy.
"No one...no one cares about me either..." He finally said quietly. He squeezed his book to his chest, nearly faltering in his steps.
"I suppose most people would stop and tell you that youre wrong, that people care about you. But,I'm not going to lie to you. People don't care abou kids like us." Darcy said, looking out the windows once more.
"No one's ever tried to tell me people care..." Jakob mumbled.
They were getting even closer to the end of his walk, to the end of his line. He found himself slowing down a little, making his carefully counted steps take longer.
"Odd, everyone tries to tell me people care. Maybe it's because I'm sick." Darcy thought outloud, shrugging.
Jakob stayed silent. He squeezed his book even harder into his chest, so hard it hurt.
"Maybe..." He kept staring at the floor.
Jakob found himself stopping right before he took the last step, the final step that would end his line, right outside his door.
"Why did you stop?" Darcy asked confused.
"I-I don't know..." He said, sounding confused. He tried to force himself to take the final step, but he couldn't. For some reason, he didn't want to go back into his room now, even though that was the only thing he wanted only minutes ago. He nervously started to reach for his hand sanitizer.
Darcy watched him get his hand sanitizer out again. "You're odd." she said, watching him carefully.
Jakob's face flushed. He had been given worse names, but being called odd still burned a little. He rubbed his hands five times one way, five the other before putting his hand sanitizer in his pocket. He didn't dare look up at her.
"I-I know..." He mumbled in a resigned voice.