Cael’s POV:
“Soo, Cael! Tell me about yourself!” The cute faced brunette that I’m currently on a date with exclaims. Sighing internally, I force on a fake smile. “Nah, my life is boring. But why don’t you tell me about yourself instead? I’d much rather hear about that than hearing my own annoyingly familiar voice talk about my boring everyday life!” I say, knowing fully well that this normally will get most girls to spill out every little feeling they have ever had throughout their whole life. Which again gives me the opportunity to draw back and think about other things completely. I only have to make agreeing sounds and nod once in a while to keep her satisfied. There is no need to actually listen.
“Cael?” Her questioning voice drags me back to reality, making me snap out of my sinister daydreaming. “Hm? Is something wrong?” I ask her, not having a clue about what she has been talking about this whole time. “Are you listening at all? I was talking about my best friend ditching me for a jerk, which you should know is a very sore subject for me! And you didn’t even bother to respond! HMPF!” This time I can’t help but to sigh loudly, my plan for tonight…. Has obviously failed. As always. “Look Sarah, I really don’t think this is working…. I just can’t feel that spark, you know?” I say with an apologetic expression.
Have I ever? I can’t remember the last time I felt anything like that for…. Well, anybody”
With an outrageous look on her face she abruptly stands up, turns around and storms out of the small, but cozy café we have been sitting in up until now. Not even bothering to glance behind her one last time. But, to be frank…. I understand her. I really can be a douche sometimes.
I stand up from my chair as well, and put on my jacket. Shoving both hands in the pockets of my jacket I start on the short walk home. I listen to the soft tinkling of the door announcing that I’m leaving, as I walk out into the numbingly cold outside world.
Why don’t I feel anything? Why….. Why do I feel so numb? Is it because of him? Is it him that has made me into what I am now?? Has he taken this away from as well?! I think angrily and, I have to admit, a little scared. I…. I don’t want to go home. But even while I’m thinking this I know that I’m not going to stray of the path leading me home. My feet aren’t going to lead me the opposite direction no matter how much I beg them to. Because I’m simply too terrified of what the consequences might be if I let them do so. But still…. Wouldn’t it be nice? Wouldn’t it be nice to just leave here and stop caring?
Looking up from my moving feet I see the mental hospital I pass by every day from my way home to school. It’s a worn down old building, with a dark atmosphere and for some reason, it gives me the chills.
Did they feel relief when they decided to stop living in this horrible world, and go live in their own made up one instead? I wonder, not taking my eyes off the building. When I look at it, it just gives me the feeling of something surreal, something hidden and dark that I will never know about.
Well, it’s probably for the best anyway. I have enough shit in my life as it is.
That’s the last thought I have time to finish, before I hear the fire alarm going off in that very building I’m looking at.
Slate’s POV:
I immediately rise to my feet when I hear the alarm go off, smiling a madman’s hopeful grin. Is this really happening? Am I really going to be given a chance like this? I think asI laugh a loud crazy laugh; I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my body with every heartbeat. I have been hoping for this day since the very first day I was caught. Yes…. Freedom. If I do this correctly I will finally be free! I will finally break out of this horrible, humiliating and sickening cage! With this thought in my mind, I just can’t help but to keep the grin off my face.
