Emotionless

Polite Discussion

"I don't think you understand how hard I am trying."

Laurie looked around as she heard a sound in the forest. She had decided to take a walk as an excuse to leave the house, her parents were acting weirder and weirder everyday, trying to act like the fact that their only daughter being mentally ill didn't upset them. A few days ago the fifteen years old was diagnosed with alexithymia, which meant she was unable to feel or identify emotions of her own or other's. Most people feel relief when they can put a word on their differences, on their illness but she just felt like something didn't sit right, like a piece of the puzzle was missing. To normal people who had no idea of every creature lurking in the dark, it was an obvious observation, she didn't feel emotions or empathy therefore she had alexithymia. But to people like her who had seen the darkest side of the world, there had to be another explanation. This diagnosis didn't explain the visions she's been having for a few years, or the incredible knowledge that appeared out of nowhere in her mind. She knew there was something bigger than that, something that couldn't be explained by logic or science.
She stopped in her tracks and looked around, the sound of footsteps distinctly echoing in the silence. After a few seconds of feeling observed, Laurie spoke out, "Show yourself.". Almost immediately a girl her age came out from behind the trees, her hair was a mess and she was wearing dark sweatpants, a grey shirt that was too big for her and plastic slippers covered her feet. The blond girl instantly realized from where the girl infront of her escaped, "You're from Echen House. You shouldn't be here."
The smaller girl tilted her head, "I had to talk to you. They told me you were here."
Laurie furrowed her eyebrows and stepped closer to the girl who instantly backed away, "Who are they?"
The brunette's eyes widened, showing more clearly the bags under her eyes and the insanity that lied in them. She looked around before whispering in fear someone or something may hear them, "The voices.".
Most people would have probably walked away or called the police but Laurie was intrigued and to be honnest, a part of her wanted to believe the girl infront of her. "What did they tell you about me?"
The small girl shaked her head quickly and put her hands over her ears, "I can't tell you, I can't. They don't want me to."
Laurie furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and crossed her arms, "Then why did you come to talk to me?"
The brunette let her hands fall limply by her side as she leaned forward and whispered, "Because I had to tell you that they're waiting for you..."
A shiver was sent down the blond's spine at those words, she hesitated before she asked, "Who is waiting for me?"
But the brunette didn't answer as she quickly ran to her and grabbed her wrist roughly, "You need to let them in Laurie!
Let them in!"

Laurie gasped as cold water hit her skin. She instantly got up as she was soaking wet and looked around the room with no idea where she was. The room she was in was quite small, the walls were covered with old wallpaper and there was just a wooden table in the middle with a chair at each side, facing each other. The blond grew worried as she noticed the camera in the angle, watching her every move and the small dents on the table and what appeared to be blood and scratches on the dirty walls. At the corner of the room was the girl that knocked her out, she was still holding her gun and looking suspiciously at Laurie. "Please sit down." The teenager turned to the woman sitting infront of her and glared at her but sat anyways. Her head started spinning slightly and she reached the back of her head to feel some blood where she was hit.
"I am sorry about that, but we had to take our precautions. I'm sure you understand."
Laurie let her hand fall on the table as she stared in confusion at the older woman. "Not the talkative type, I see. Well it was expected coming from..."
The blond listened to her carefully, waiting for her to finish her sentence and give her the liberation she has been looking for. But Araya just smiled wickedly and tilted her head in understanding, "You don't know what you are. Do you?" Laurie's face fell for second before she recovered quickly and put on an emotionless facade again. Araya leaned in, coming closer to the girl and continued lowly, "You didn't come here to save Derek. You came here to know what you are." The brunette chuckled and leaned back in her chair, still twirling the knife from earlier, "Of course, you would never risk your life for anyone other than yourself." Her smile faded as she stared at the seemingly unbothered girl in front of her who she knew was bothered by the fact that she had the upper hand. "Do you want to know why?" Laurie nodded slowly and leaned closer but Araya just smiled a knowing smirk. "Say it."
The blond scoffed and crossed her arms, "You want me to beg you?" When the older woman didn't reply she sighed and took everything in her power to say these next words, "Please, tell me what I am."
The huntress smiled in content, "If you want to know what you are, I need you to do me a small favor."
Laurie tilted her head, as she knew the favor the older Calaveras was going to ask her was anything but small, "I need you to kill."