Accident (discontinued)

5. Bothering.

It was so... plain, so normal. I hadn't expected that. It looked like any town would.

"How many people live here?" I asked. It looked tiny.

"5,756." He answered without a second thought.

"That's a lot of people." I said. "Why does it look so empty then?"

"It's not really many people- and I dunno." He shrugged- then he stared at me for a moment. "I can't let you in you know."

"Why not break the rules a bit-" I started, "Why not rebel?" I laughed.

"No! I could get in a lot of trouble!" He scowled. "Besides, why would I do that for you? I sure as hell don't like you."

"Why don't you just let me out of this thing? I'll-" I tried to bargain.

"No. For the millionth time- you are in that thing for a reason." He reminded me.

"I know." I whispered, lowering my head, a feeling of sadness hitting me like a truck. "It's because I couldn't deal with it. I showed weakness. I was 9, how could I have possibly expected this?"

"I'm sorry." He said to me, but the way he looked at me showed no sympathy.

I scowled- I wanted to kill him. "I hate you." I growled, "I'm going to die if I don't get out. My death will be your fault. Let that sink into your conscience." I laughed.

He sighed. "Just follow me and shut your mouth."

"That is the one thing I'll never do. Besides, you said I won't be let in anyways." I argued.

"I-" He tried to say.

"You said I won't be let out of this!" I reminded him.

"That's-" He looked like he was already to strangle me.

"You told me I'm a sociopath." I said, a grin sneaking onto my lips.

"You-"

"I want to kill you. And I will. Unless you let me out right now." I stared at him, my eyes staring into his. He showed no fear.

I wanted to see him hurt. I wanted blood. I wanted the satisfaction of knowing that it would be his own fault.

"No." He had the stupidity to say.

I screamed my loudest scream and launched myself onto him. I tried to kick him, and after landing a few- he grabbed my foot and I fell flat on my back, I couldn't breath for a few seconds, and I was gasping for air.

"This is exactly the reason why I'm not letting you out. You could have hurt me." He said to me, keeping my feet in his hands to prevent further kicking.

"That's the point!" I screamed. "Are you stupid?"

"No." He said simply.

"Obviously you are!" I tried to scream, but my voice was suddenly incapable of screaming- all that came out was a choked whisper.

"I never said you wouldn't be let in. I just said I couldn't let you in. It'll take awhile for you to be able to get in- if they even decide to let you in at all!" He let go of my feet, and with a lot of difficulty I managed to get up.

"I don't care about that!" I growled, "Just let me out. I want to kill myself. I want to make myself hurt."

"What's the logic behind that?" He asked, his stone cold eyes piercing into me like daggers.

I grinned, "Well, I absolutely will explain-" My smile stretched as wide as it possibly could. "You see- I was stuck in that tiny padded cell for awhile, 5 years actually. I couldn't ever get hurt, and after awhile- you get sick of being safe. But when everything is cushioned, there's not really much you can do to put yourself in danger. I need to make up for the years I couldn't do that." I was bubbling with excitement.

He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck in discomfort, "You talk way too much, and way too fast."

I knew I was, I was shaking- that happens when I get excited.

"Well, I can't really help it. When you're alone for a long time, the only company you have is the sound of your own voice. I get dreadfully lonely and- Wait! Where are you going?" I called after him. He had started to walk away.

"Home." He scowled in an icy tone his brows furrowed, "I'm sick of dealing with you. I can't bring you in, and even if I could, I don't want to! All your doing is bothering me." He seemed to be reaching his tolerance limit.

"Yeah, get mad. Hurt me. Please, I'd honestly appreciate it." I grinned.

He ignored me, not saying a word, just continuing to walk towards the town.

"Oh that's cold!" I laughed in short little puffs of air, "I don't know why your being so stubborn. Honestly- it doesn't make much sense." I followed him as we reached the gate.

"Hey Evan," Sawyer said to the guy at the gate (seemingly named Evan), "I need to talk to Mr.Gain, this girl won't leave me alone."