Griffin stood there frozen as he stared at the girl staring at the closed door. He could easily tell by the way she looked at the door, she hadn't known what made that sound. Griffin thought of walking out the door and searching for what had made that sound, but instead he moved back over to the girl's bed; his arm brushing the girl's as he passed. "Why are you guys keeping me and Azalea here?" he asked the girl\, though he wasn't looking at her. "What exactly do you want from us? Are you trying to kill us?" He laid on his back, and stared absentmindedly at the ceiling above him, and traced the cracks from it by moving his finger through the air.
Azalea sat there glaring at each step the boy took until he positioned himself on the other side of the room and sat down. "I'll stay here... and you can stay there... and we don't have to talk... ok?" he told her from far across the room. She didn't answer him. She didn't have to. Instead she rolled her eyes as she scooted farther into the corner, and rested her head on the wall.
Silence filled through the room as no one talked; nothing but the sounds of slow, ragged breaths were being exchanged. It stayed like that for no more then ten minutes before Azalea broke the silence. "I'm sorry," she grumbled under her breath as her finger nail scratched at the chipping paint on the wall. "But you made me do it."