Sing me to sleep - terror twins -

+ Chapter 4. Everything that is wrong with me

I can't believe Optimus left without me. I shook my head at the thought and switched on the TV. Despite my anger, I tried to be postive and tell myself I have a few days off and I can do whatever I want to do. I perked my head up as I heard a knock on the door. I got up. If it is the same chick as before, I will get her inside and kill her right here and now. Optimus isn't here anyway and I want to react my anger on someone. The urge to kill and hurt someone is so big lately. I can barely resist the urge.

I opened the door and spotted the femme. 'Food?' I asked. She gave a small nod and I let her pass me. I guess we are making a little process here. 'Sit down,' I sulked. She glanced at me but obeyed. I cooked her a meal and handed it to her before sitting back on the couch and watched TV. This time, she had taken a notebook with her. She started writting before turning it around. 'Thank you.'

'Yeah, whatever,' I sulked and looked back at the TV. She wrote something else. I am Skyla. I liked the sound of that. 'Alright, can't you talk?' I asked. She started writting again before showing me. 'no.' I shrugged, 'not a big deal. Can you sign language? I have learned it to talk to a friend,' I said. Bumblebee can do it and he taught me. It was easier to communicate on the battlefield than him seeking for the right channels and make an sentence. She gave a small nod. 'Good, I think it works easier for the both of is if you sign then,' I mumbled.

Skyla nodded and started eating her food. I liked the silence. She doesn't talk so it's nice. No arguments, just nothing. 'Where do you live? That old building next street?' She nodded and started signing. 'Yes, It's an orphange. I was dumped as baby. My parents couldn't afford me so they left me on the porch.'

I hummed, 'But, aren't you an adult by now?' I asked. She nodded again and looked down at her lap. 'so you can leave, right?' I asked. Skyla shook her head, 'No, I can't.' was all she signed. She still avoided looking at my face. 'Do you work at a military base?' she signed. 'I do... I am a front liner. I moved out of the base a couple of weeks ago after I killed someone,' I sulked. She blinked. 'killed?' she signed. I nodded, 'a soldier. He was mocking me off and I lost my patience. I am diagnost at a young age with Bipolar disorder, Intermittent explosive disorder and antisocial personality disorder. It bassically means that I am a psychopath with anger issues and mood swings. Joining the military helped. I got to kill people on the battlefield and even I didn't do it because of joy, it still smoothed my urge to kill. I don't see myself as different, I have denied the diagnose for a very long time but everyone keeps saying I am different. At the age of... in human terms three, I nearly killed another kid. He wasn't playing fair... In that same year, I did kill another kid and burried the remains.'

She shivered and started thinking before singing. 'Guess we are both different then,' she signed and shrugged. 'Yeah, I guess... I think lack of attention plays a role as well. I want and need attention but everyone keeps pushing me away. They don't want to deal with me and my psychopathic traits and anger issues.' She bit her lip before signing. 'Are you abused? I have seen a kid like you in the orphange... he was eventually murdered by Mr. Cooper because he couldn't make money out of him.' I frowned. 'I am... my parents in the first states of my life and eventually other people as well. Who is Mr. Cooper?' She shivered. 'Abuser.' was all she signed and looked away. I know see where she got the trauma from. 'Why don't you look me in the eyes?' I asked. She snorted, 'I don't like it if people look at me or touch me,' she signed. 'Alright, me neither,' I muttered.

She briefly glanced at me from the corner of her eyes as I stared back at the TV. We really are making process, but she also wants to keep distance. Maybe over time, it will change and she feels more comfortable. On the other hand, I just told her I am a psychopath. After ten minutes, I looked at her. Skyla was watching TV as well. 'Hey, Skyla?' I got her attention, even she didn't look at me. 'If you are not afraid of me just yet... you can crash here around the afternoon for food,' I offered. A weak smile pulled on her lips. 'Thank you.'

She stayed. It surprised me she did. Usually, she's gone as soon as she finished eating. I also noticed she started to come out of her shell a little bit and I could see her true colors. She's very patient, oberserving and calm. There's no evil. I studied her for a moment. Skylar was shivering while watching TV. 'Do you want to stay for dinner?' she glanced at me and nodded shyly. 'Anything in paricular you want to eat?' she started thinking. 'What were you about to make?' she signed. 'I didn't necessarily had something in mind. I was about to order something,' I said. 'Pizza?' I suggested. 'Never ate pizza before... which one?' she signed. I sat up, 'you never ate pizza before? She shook her head and shrugged. 'Oh, well... I will order something,' I said, grabbing my phone. After eating pizza she left and I was quite satisfied. I hate humans for what they did to me but she has had a horrible experience as well and somehow understood my pain.