It's Not Just Paranoia

My Least Favorite Thing

"Hey Kalliz! You should meet my brother!" Kazeer wasn't normal from what I know. Too many emotions in one conversation. My mind immediately went to this particular sentence and connected him to it.
He didn't give me a choice to his overly excited statement about meeting his brother and he grabbed my hand before I could respond, which I would've obviously said no. I stood up and followed him reluctantly. I couldn't let go of his hand when we got there though. Well, I could, but I felt like I couldn't. He didn't let go of mine either, it felt like we were connected in some way. I didn't trust him, but I could tell he felt the same. Don't mistake any of this for 'love', I hate that word almost as much as I love it! No, it was a spiritual connection. 100% certain.
I've always hated physical contact since I was little. Even from my parents. A hug would feel painful to my mental state and trust issues, which is why I got concerned and scared that I felt magnetized to Kazeer.
Kaizer was about his brother's height but a bit shorter. He was the typical nerd. There was a group of girls harassing him. Well, crowding his desk and excessively questioning him. I would hate that kind of attention. A lot. His brother told them to get lost, his mood changing quickly once again. It was starting to give me a headache.
"Ah, thank you 'zeer, quite polite of you to help me." He sounded nervous, even though it was his twin brother he was talking to. "I do appreciate it."
"Eh, you're just a wussy." He poked his forehead pushing him back. He looked annoyed, they both did actually. Brotherhood, I guess. I don't have siblings, so I wouldn't know. He continued, "A little crybaby wussy."
"I am not a crybaby- That word!" He cut himself off to not say a cuss word. It wasn't even that bad of a cuss word either. I don't think it even counts as one. Kaizer continued, "You are!"
"Then why was I able to get those annoyances away and you weren't?" He was getting annoyed, I could physically tell since his grip subconsciously got tighter around my hand from anger.
"I didn't want to be rude." He had a defensive and annoyed tone. Well, I don't think Kazeer is entirely wrong, not wanting to be rude shouldn't make you a pushover and a people pleaser. He did seem like a pushover.
"Rude, schmude, who cares, we won't be here for long remember?"
I listened closer when I heard that. What could he mean by won't be here for long?
"Oh, who's that girl?" Kaizer stopped arguing because he saw me listening and holding on to his brother's hand. His voice was much quieter, not that it was loud before, but still.
Kazeer was excited instantly.
"This is Kalliza, but you can just call her Liz." He didn't even ask for my permission to call me that and he's telling his brother to.
"Kalliza, please." I probably sounded more annoyed than anything. Probably because I was. The word meet was one thing but actually meeting someone was much worse.
"Ah, hello Kalliza, nice to meet you, I'm Kaizer, or just Kai." He sounded sophisticated and thoughtful despite his earlier quarrel with his brother.
I just gave a simple 'mhmm'. I didn't think it was nice to meet him or his brother. Plus, half of me wasn't there with the conversation. I was too busy thinking of what Kazeer meant when he said that they wouldn't be here long. My trust issues kicked in and I let go of his hand subconsciously. I got scared, thinking of every possible bad outcome and contingency that could happen.
Then I thought about the spiritual connection. Well, I didn't even know if we had one, it was just a gut feeling. I believe in ghosts much more than I should. The doctors say it just adds to the paranoia. But, I wasn't just gonna stop thinking they're real, if one came out I would pass out instantly, thinking they shouldn't be real.
He looked over at me when I let go of his hand. I could tell he felt the connection too. He was just really forward about it.
"Hey, it feels like I should know you? Pretty weird huh?" He said it like it was nothing.
"Yeah, sure." I was still pondering, only partially paying attention. Part of me wanted to shake his brother's hand to see if I would have the same connection. Then I quickly tossed that thought out, physical contact is basically death in the real world. And, meeting people is my least favorite thing, so.

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