Hidden Feelings {[Masky x Hoodie fanfic]}

6 - Spill It (M)

Well, it's out now.

"Wait, you-- I-- I was in your hallucination?" His voice sounded surprised, shocked even. It was something I wasn't used to hearing from him.

"Yes. You were." I sighed again and leaned on the wall next to the window. "Don't ask me why, don't ask how, I don't know. I don't." It wasn't a complete lie... I was confused as to why he was the one I killed. (I just hope to whatever God there is that it want a premonition.)

He was silent for a few moments, still registering what I said. I didn't even need to look back at him, though it's not like facial expressions exist in this house, with all the freaks we have. Eventually, though, I turned around. It was awkward enough in here.

"Well, if you're done not saying anything, I'm going for a walk." I cringed a little. That was harsh.

He nodded and went to occupy himself once more at his desk. God, why can't I do anything right? I guess we're all just social rejects.

I grabbed my camera and went downstairs, ignoring the yelling coming from the TV room and going out back to the woods trail.

I needed to clear my head.

Was I being this awkward around Hoodie because of the hallucination? Or was there some other factor? I sure as hell wasn't going to jump to conclusions here, but it felt like there was something else. Something tugging at the corner of my mind, driving me half-insane because of not-knowing. I hated that.

I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my coat, my breath making steam through the small hole in the mouth of my mask. I tried to think about nothing – to clear my head completely. To think about the trees, and the footsteps on fallen leaves, and my heartbeat.

The only constant in my life.

(Of course, only now am I realizing how short these are getting, and how irrelevant all the titles are. XD sorry guys. I'm not entirely sure how to get Masky and/or Hoodie to just, ahem, Spill It to eachother.
Oh well. Until next time, lovelies. 
~fiddler4life)