You Make Me Sane

Chapter 3

Deion stood in front of the crappy apartment building. He had paced back and forth in the garage level of the hotline facility debating his prior choice until he finally caved. His feet hurt, his head hurt from the emotional exhaustion of listening to Alister Monarch's story. He could just go home, forget he ever made that demand, but he knew the world would have a way of making them find each other before the end of the day. He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked up the floors until he reached the tiny door at the very end of the hall on the fourth floor.

He whistled as he knocked, slowly and calculatedly. The door sprung open after the third knock and standing in the middle of the entryway, was a boy. Certainly not older than himself, maybe a year younger, if that. The boy who stood before him had light milky skin, golden-brown hair, and bright blue eyes. Eyes that screamed of so much pain buried beneath them. Like an ocean in the middle of a storm, with waves that craved self-destruction. He wore a burgundy-colored sweatshirt that was at least three sizes too big, or maybe it fit him once, but he lost so much weight from the depressive episodes it didn't anymore. The only thing that resembled something close to his size was the grey sweatpants that clung to his legs, that if you looked close enough, were grown out at the ankles.

"Eh.. Alister?" Deion said and the sound of his voice bounced off the hollow walls of the rusty old apartment complex.

"Deion," The moody blue-eyed boy responded after a brief moment of silence.

"Well let's go then," Deion said as he turned from the door. "Go where?" Alister asked with irritation showing in his voice.

"I have somewhere to show you," Is all Deion replied while dragging Alister by his sleeve out the door.