Chapter 5: Late Nights With an Accused Psychopath
I'm lying wide awake, and scared out of my mind, in my small, back-breaking bed. Unfortunately, this dumb ass bed isn't the only thing that's keeping me awake, it's my snoring room mate Artisan, and the constant, screams, moans, and shouts of the fellow people in my ward.
It's funny, in times like these, Chance would always come in my mind and start talking to me. Then eventually that would make me even more annoyed, and then he would get annoyed at me for getting annoyed at him; and yeah I'm just gonna stop talking now.
I sit up and rub my fuzzy eyes. I'm really frickin' hungry right now; but we're not allowed to leave our dorms at night. Ugh, it's not like I can even sleep anyways. I NEED MY FOOD! I wonder if the cafeteria has any left overs; welp, there's only one way to find out.
I climb carefully out of my rock hard bed and trek slowly across the room towards the closed door. If I wasn't already scared before; I'm terrified now. The hall is completely pitch black, and the creepy sounds are echoing through the corrider.
My stomach grumbles then, causing me to jump out of skin. I sigh, I need food and I need it now.
I run quickly down the dark hallway and find the long, twisty staircase in no time. A few moments later I'm strutting my way into the unlocked cafeteria. They still have a few snacks lying around; ooh la la, lucky me!!
Before I can clasp my greedy hands around a rice krispy bar; something shifts behind me.
My instant reflexes immediately kick in and my foot connects with something as I twist around with my leg elongated into a karate kick.
"Ow! Fuck!" The thing screams; wait, I notice that voice.
Suddenly a flashlight flicks on and shines harshly in my face. I immediately notice the culprit behind it; Kyle.
I shrug and turn back to receive my well deserved treat.
"Hey Jemma, thanks for breaking my jaw!" He hisses angrily as he stumbles up from the floor.
"Yeah? Well next time don't sneak up on me like that," I smile as I chew in satisfaction.
"Bitch," He mutters, rummaging through the rest of the snacks. "Dammit! You took the last rice krispy bar!" He shouts in disbelief.
"Early bird gets the worm I guess," I tease back.
He sighs and rubs his eyes tiredly. "Katrina really wanted me to get her one, she won't stop crying. She's been really sad lately,"
I stop chewing; damn, now I feel bad. "Well you can give her this one I guess, you just have to rip off the part that I bit into." I shove the bar towards him.
He snaps it out of my hand and shoves it quickly into his mouth.
"Hey! What the hell!" I protest, punching him hard in the arm.
"Owhg," He replies with a mouthful of rice krispy.
I roll my eyes and look away from him.
He gulps as he swallows the remains of it. "Ah, that was delicious,"
"You're a douche bag," I grab a granola bar and peel it open.
We stand in awkward silence with each other for a while.
"I don't want to go back upstairs," I then say randomly; it's not like he even cares.
He leans against the counter and fiddles with his flashlight. "Why not? Can't handle the nut house?"
I shake my head. "I'm only sixteen,"
"Yeah? So what?" He sets the flashlight down so that it illuminates the room.
"What do you mean, so what?" I hiss back in annoyance.
"There are seven year olds at this school who have to fend without their parents; how do you think they feel compared to you?" He continues.
"Ugh, you're right," I snarl, feeling incredibly annoyed that he is right.
"Tell that to my parents, if I was right I wouldn't be here," He closes his eyes.
I glance at him. "Why are you and your sister here?"
He smirks at me. "Because everyone thinks we're psychopaths,"
His smile dissapears. "Why do you want to know?"
I press my mouth into a thin line. "Sorry, just trying to make a conversation here," I reply back defensively.
"Just because I'm talking to you, doesn't mean I trust you."
My skin crawls. "Yeah, well, touche asshole."
He looks over at me. I blink at him.
"I like your fire, never lose it alright? You'll need it to survive this hell hole." He smiles back softly. Jeez, this guy just went from 0-100 really quick.
"Thanks? I guess," I reply back unsure.
He laughs. "Wow, I haven't done that in a while," He sighs.
"Done what? Laugh?" I ask curiously.
"Yeah; laugh." He bites his lip.
A small creeps up onto my lips. "Well I like when you laugh, so don't stop doing it alright? You'll need it to survive this hell hole."
He snaps his head towards me with wide eyes. "R-Right," He stutters, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
I yawn and stretch out my arms. "Welp, I'm gonna get up to bed alright?"
"Yeah, whatever." His stone cold exterior is back up already I see?
"Lighten up dude," I turn away from him, walk out of the caf and head back upstairs.
"Lighten up," I think with a smile; it's actually my own voice this time.