Nervous

The penetrating gazes of my saviors had me biting my lip nervously.

I was nervous because I didn’t know what they would do to me, now that I was awake. Would they send me away, or would they keep me? I was hoping for the latter.

“Maya…” The woman called this time around, placing her hand on my shoulder, her eyes a canvas of affection and care. These were loving people, and I wished to stay with them longer if they would take me in.

“I am fine, I am just nervous.” I said, deciding to be upfront with them-that way I would know my stand and the next step to take.

“About what?” The man asked. I still didn’t know his name.

“Well, I am awake now. And even though I can't thank you enough for nursing me back to life, I was wondering what you will do with me now. Will you send me away or keep me? That is the reason for my nervousness.” I answered, looking everywhere but at them.

It was as if my old timid self was coming back and I didn’t like it. This was a new place, and a good place to sta