So Strange

Leave Me Alone

Niragi's POV

  The man staying in my room with me was in my dream last night. I'm sure of it. I remember the same long, white hair and the hushed tone of voice.

  His name, though. I don't know his name. I just remember laying on the ground with him, unable to move, but I was in the same hospital gown I'm in now. He was talking to me, but I don't remember what he said. There was music and then explosions, and I felt so sick. My body was cold and hot at the same time. I think I remember holding his hand. I remember... him laughing, I think. And he sang along to the music playing. I don't know where it was playing from, though.

  Ugh, I hate my stupid dreams. My brain has to make up the craziest things. What's worse is that the man got to see me panic in my sleep. I fucking hate when people see me in a vulnerable state. Although it doesn't happen often anymore.

  Currently, the man I'm sharing my room with is filling out some sort of questionnaire the nurse gave him. I haven't spoken a word to him since I woke up this morning. I kinda feel like I should at least ask him his name, but after what he witnessed last night...

  Maybe I should request to be put in a different room. Eh, too much effort. Besides, it's only day one. Who knows, maybe he could prove useful in the future or something.

  "How are your bandages?" The man asks suddenly. The fuck does it matter to him?

  "You're not my doctor. Mind your own business." The man scoffs.

  "I'm Chishiya, in case you were wondering how to refer to me in your thoughts."

  What. Who the hell does this guy think he is? As if I'd spend a moment of my time thinking about Chishiya. How pretentious. Maybe I should consider switching rooms. I doubt I'd be able to stand a week with him for a roommate. I just hope he isn't talkative.

  The incredibly platinum blond sets the clip board on his side table and rests his hands in his lap. He's just sitting there, staring at nothing. Weirdo. Actually, he's probably thinking. I can tell by the slight furrow of his eyebrows. Well, whatever this stranger is thinking about, it better not pertain to me.

  "Why are you staring?" The blond asks, now facing me.

  "Ugh, shut the fuck up. I wasn't staring at you." Shit, was I actually staring?

  The blond smirks and turns back around. That smirk. I fucking despise that smirk. And... I'm not entirely sure why. Ugh, I'm gonna lose it in this room.

  "Would you like some?" Chishiya asks, holding up a box of classic Pocky. I scowl at him.

  "I can't really move my arms, dip-shit. And I don't like that flavor anyway." When I finish, I let out a dry, painful cough. The blond puts down his Pocky.

  "Do you need water?" The already annoying individual asks. Can't he just leave me alone?

  "No. Now, leave me alone. It hurts to talk." Chishiya nods, and his never ending questions finally cease.

  Finally, back to silence. I don't understand the guy next to me. He's so... eager. Which is a bad sign when it comes to strangers. I don't know how, but I have a premonition that he'll be the death of me. But that can't happen if I stay the fuck away from him. Who knows what he's what looking for by pestering me.

  Now that I'm thinking about it, what if Chishiya is really a certified psychopath? Maybe he's trying to mess with me and get something out of it. Anyone could have been involved in the comet strike. Who's to say Chishiya wasn't a psycho hiding in plain sight? For all I know, this guy could be a murderer.