Weirdo

13

Okay, change of plans. Some weeks, I'll post twice, other weeks I'll only post on Saturday. I will, however, make sure that the number of words that are posted weekly is over 1-thousand. So if I don't post on Wednesday, I will post on Saturday. If I don't post on Saturday either, then I'm probably dead.

Y/N's P.O.V.

I sniffle softly as I grasp onto Harrison's shoulders to keep from falling to the ground in tears. I hold back years of repressed pain as I wipe my face with my shirt.

I ask Harrison, my voice trying to remain stable, "So why did you do it?".

I look up at his eyes. He was trembling as he searched for words. I continue, "Why would you push her into the lake? I told you not you. You promised me that you wouldn't do it."

I feel my legs buckle forward as I plant my head into Harrison's chest. He stutters for words. My use of the word 'why' was instrumental to get him to see what he did was wrong. I want him to see that I trusted him, and by breaking a promise, he not only hurt everyone involved, but he also betrayed my trust.

I don't expect an answer. I just want him to realize what he did. Maybe crying and bringing up my past was a bit much, but it's necessary to tell him the full truth. I don't want him to end up like me.

Harrison continues to try and find words. A solid minute goes by with his stuttering and choking on his own breath. I tell him, "Do you know why I didn't want you to push Nerris into the lake?".

I'm gonna take it slow and easy to help him realize it. "I-... Is it because you didn't want Nerris to get hurt?".

"Yes. Anything else?".

"Ummm. Because you don't want to see me hurt?".

I look up at him and jokingly ask, "Is that a question?".

"Yeah."

"Well. You're right. I don't want people to be hurt for no reason. I don't want to see people hurt people for no reason. I don't want you to be hurt by your own actions. You know that, correct?".

He began to understand. His inability to answer my question shows that he did it for no legitimate reason. I don't want him to be hurt by the choices he makes. He responds, "Yeah."

I give a slight smile and tell him, "Next time, remember this: decisions made on a whim should be for small things that can't risk people's lives."

Harrison replies, "Okay."

I get up and stand straight. I pat Harrison on his shoulders. I yawn, stretching my arms into the air. I limp over to the bunk bed. Harrison walks up to me from behind.

"Hey Y/N?"

"Yeah Harrison?".

"Are you okay? Is there something you need to tell me?".

I reply truthfully, "There's a lot of things that can be told about me. It'll come in due time, but here's a basic run-down."

I plop myself onto his bed and begin recounting small bits of my life. At least, the parts I can remember.

"I was born at a very young age," I begin.

Harrison chuckles. I continue, "I moved a bunch. My household isn't a family, more-so a bunch of people who have to endure two idiots. The two idiots divorced. We stopped moving. I became the weirdo after a few... 'Incidents'."

"What kind of incidents?"

"Okay. Do you promise that you won't become scared of me?".

Surprise chokes him as his eyes widen. "Y-. Yes?".