Oh, you're on

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"Please get me out of here" She yelled, her fists slamming against the table. "I don't belong here, I'm not like them" She continued beginning to kick the door.

"There's no point love, you're just wasting your time" I spoke up, looking over at her. She seemed to just ignore me, continuing to kick and yell.

I turned my attention back to the boy who sat cross legged in front of me. He was different from the others. Unique. He didn't kick or scream when he got here, infact it was like he actually liked it here.

I smiled to myself when I thought back to when he first arrived, how he kind of strutted on in here. He didn't make a sound as he looked around the room, glancing at the different people before making his way over to me. No one really came near me any more, not after what I did to the nightguard. So naturally I was suprised.

I was shaken out of my thoughts as someone tapped my shoulder. I looked up to snap at them before realising it was him.
"W-what do you want?" I stuttered, mentally cursing at myself.

"Oh nothing dollface, i was just wondering why you were smiling so much in a place like this" He replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh so he speaks" I retorted, blushing lightly at him calling me dollface.

"Only to people I trust" He replied, his eyes meeting mine.

"And how do you know that you can trust me?" I questioned, raising my eyebrow.

"Because you're the only one smiling in a place like this, it must mean something good" He said, chuckling slightly.

"Well i suppose so, but it could also mean I'm some crazy physco who kills nightguards for wearing pink" I smirked, awaiting his reply.

"Yeah, well that doesn't fase me. I've done worse" He said, rather smug with himself.

"Oh you're on"

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