Seasons #1

Azrael

Society is a piece of shit. Nothing can satisfy the hateful minds of the people that wal this earth. They think oh, you're so quiet. You must be suicidal or a serial killer. Oh, you listen to dark music you must be emo.
Stereotypes. That's all that ever is. I don't confide in people for that exact reason. They let you believe that you can trust them so you pour yourself out on them then they go running off spilling everything you said onto everyone else.
You can't trust anyone in his cruel world.
Sage. She's been on my mind a lot lately. She won't give up on me. I can see that she just wants to be a friend to me, and I want to allow her to be but I just can't help but not want to be close to her. It's not that I don't want to, it's the fear of being abandoned after I get close to her.
***
I wait for her. I'm sitting at my desk watching the students walk in. I wait for her to walk in. She's the last one in. She sits down at her desk, but doesn't look at me. I slide a note onto her desk and she looks at me confused.
"Read it after class." I whisper to her. I smile at her.
She smiles and it lights up her brown eyes. "Okay." She whispers back. She slips the note in her notebook.

After class she pulls me to the side as I walk out of the room. She takes the note out . "What is this?"

"Uh, a note?"

"Well duh. I meant what is it for." She's smiling.

"That's the purpose of reading it." I reply. "I have to go. Read it." I walk away not looking back.

***

I remember the night after it happened. I laid on the floor by my mother's lifeless body crying. My father left and didn't come back. I laid there until they came and took her body. They took photos of the room where it happened. They tried to get me to come to them. They said they would take me to a safe place, but I wouldn't let them come near me. I screamed when they got too close. I ran and his under my bed. They eventually left, but came back a few days later. That's when I met my therapist. She coaxed me out from under the bed. She held me tight as she carried me out to a car. I don't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up in a white room. I was by myself. I sat there in silence crying softly when she came in to check on me. She took me to the hospital. She told me I needed to be checked to make sure I wasn't sick or anything. The did so many tests on me until I screamed for them to stop. I think they sedated me because I don't remember being taken back to the white room. The white room. I didn't know what it was at the time; I now know that I was in a correction center. That wasn't the last time I was there either.