Will Vinny
"What do you mean?" I asked him. He sighed before continuing,"I discovered it years ago that I was not a normal kid, Will. I always felt like I was different. Like, everything just felt out of place for me. The people, the atmosphere, the way I was looked at and talked about. Even days and nights felt out of place." He confessed.
"What about the days and nights?" I asked. He looked at me with saddened eyes. "I don't know, Will. They feel like—everywhere, everything, and everyone feels...fake. But at night I-I see things. Black figures. And they haunt me.
"During the day is no different but less intimidating, I guess. Well, except the occasional mistakes of seeing people as animals but, hey! We're all nuts. Right?" He chuckled.
"Rookie—"
"I know, I know. I sound ridiculous. I don't know what's wrong with me and the most ridiculous part about it is the fact I don't want to know. There's a part of me that believes I did...um...you know. But how can I know for sure if I don't remember?"
"Does it happen often?" I asked him.
"What?"
"Blacking out." I answered. There was shock written all over his face. His mouth was gaped open as he stared at me.
"I don't know the full story," I started. "But from what you've told me it sounds like you black out and don't remember what happens when you do. Is that right?" I asked, softly and genuinely curious. He nodded slowly.
"Okay. It's not rare, Rook. It actually happens to a lot of people in your boat. I know because our older sister was similar." The mention of my sister caught his attention rather quickly.
"You had a sister? What was her name? What happened to her?" He asked but immediate guilt washed over his face as he realized he was asking so many personal things. I didn't mind.
"She killed herself. Feeling the same way you do; she hated herself for it. So, she decided it was her time to come when she couldn't fight anymore. Please, Rook. Don't give up." I pleaded and confessed.
I guess we were both telling our biggest confession.
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Rookie Chandler
Hearing him talk about everything was soothing, comforting, even. It made me feel lighter, not heavy or exhausted. If you don't know what I mean; it feels like I have weight on my shoulders slowing me down. Therefore, Will Vinny makes the weight fly away.
Listening to him about his sister just aches my soul. And here I was thinking I was completely emotionless and heartless.
But not when it comes to Will, apparently.
It was like floating on a cloud in a storm, my life. It felt like I nearly had chances to give myself hope just for it to crumble down with a little huff from the wind. If that even makes sense.
But every now and then it doesn't feel like that. It feels like I am able to have that hope for a certain amount of time.
And it was always around Will.
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