asylum [kai parker] editing/rewriting

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New Kai fanfiction-Insanity.
unedited and short becuz i'm me

S I M O N E
"Stay still, dammit." I hiss, narrowing my eyes at the boy in front of me. He still has barely spoken, and his hands hold a deathly grip on the table. Poor table.

The knife is able to wedge its way between the skin and floss, providing me an easier way to cut it. Kai squirms, making my job harder. The last stitch ends up being the hardest. But that's only because I go a little far in and cause him to yelp.

After washing with peroxide, Kai steps down from the counter with a large sigh. "Earlier..." He decides to start up conversation. Butterflies are already starting to fly in my stomach. I reach for the peroxide once more, to fully wash his wound.

I don't want to see where this conversation is going, but I must bare through it. "It was nothing, just leave it."

M A L A C H A I
Nothing? How can it be nothing? Sure, she can claim it's a mistake and regret it all she wants but nothing. Just some empty nothing won't settle well with me.

I could kill her, or worse. She's warmed up so much that she's so blinded. She thinks I'm incapable of hurting her, when I sure as hell can. I've given her enough time to think. Now it's time to talk, and yet she is unwilling to speak with me. "Simone, it wasn't nothing. It's not just a blank space in time that you can just forget about-"

"Leave it." She snaps, putting a dent in my ego.

"No!" I basically scream, hitting my fist on the counter angrily. "I'm not going to let you ignore me like this. I'm trying to talk. When a person talks, Simone, it's nice if you look at them." At my words, her head snaps up to stare at me.

"What am I supposed to say? Huh? Am I supposed to listen to you go on about forgiveness and love, and just talk about it like it's a casual conversation?" She's yelling now, and I'm not sure if I like it.

"At least listen to me, that's all I'm asking." My words are desperate, and annoying. Kai Parker isn't desperate. He's a murderer.

You're a murderer. The voice in the back of my mind reminds me, causing me to cringe.

"Fine, I'll listen." She says, taking the cotton ball and rinsing one more time with peroxide. It burns, but I'm too angry to care.

"You treat me like I'm a ticking time bomb. You get so close you think you might set me off, then you recoil. It's not just you. My family did it as well, but then I blew, and we all know how that ended." Im not sure where these words are coming from, but they're true. "You need to make up your mind. You either let me detonate, and destroy others with me. Or you back off. I can't handle going back and forth."

Her face contorts in confusion as if she's telling me to try speaking English. "Kai-"

"No, I listened to you. Now hear me out. You drive me crazy, insane. More than I already am. I'm not sure if it's a good thing either. I'm so infatuated I can't focus on my ruthlessness." My sentence comes to an end, considering I'm too afraid to speak.

"When I get as close as one inch away from you, you beep. I back away to make sure you don't detonate, Kai." She used my own symbolism against me. She takes the peroxide and dumps a little much into my wound.

"Ugh-fuckk." I bite my lip to contain the hiss of pain. She looks at me for a moment, scoffing at my behavior. Grabbing the washcloth, I lift it to my gash, unwilling to drop this conversation quite yet. "Maybe you have to be less afraid of the bomb, then."

"Maybe we can grow up and handle this as adults. Perhaps I can just dismantle it? What's with this idiotic play on words?" She fumes. "We kissed. Kissed. We didn't head into battle, and we didn't encounter grenades or bombs like you say. We kissed! Say it, I want you to say it."