Animal

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I wanted to seriously die in this very moment. The second the words had left my lips, my hands shot up to my mouth and the sound of them slapping against it echoed around us. I stare wide eyed and red faced as his lips quirked upwards.

"Did I hear you right?" he asked me, his eyes twinkling. "Did you say you wanted to—"

"No!" I yelled behind my hands, widening my eyes even more in despair. "Y-you never heard that!"

Silo's head dropped back and a roar of laughter left his mouth. I watched him in heavy embarrassment as he laughed, wishing there was a deep, dark hole around for me to hide in.

I squinted at Silo as he continued his booming laughter, making my red cheeks only grow even more red.

"Please stop laughing," I said as politely as possible, gritting my teeth. The embarrassment was starting to fade and be replaced with frustration. Shark was growing quite irritated too, I could feel her practically pacing inside my head if that was possible.

I couldn't describe how her emotions were able to connect to me, making me feel what she's feeling. So far, I can only really feel her when she's sharing certain emotions that I feel like anger, fear, frustration...I have not yet felt her other emotions, but I'm sure she felt them.

It was hard, having to share my head with someone else, especially my dog. Sure I told Shark a lot of things, but there were certain things you just always keep to yourself, and now she knows those things too. There were things I never shared with her, like the time I smoked weed for the first time. It was two months after receiving Shark, and I was sort of lashing out at everybody. I was grieving pretty bad thinking that Tommy was dead.

"That was stupid of you," she suddenly spoke, her tone chiding but gentle. "And it's not like I did not know, actually. I could smell it on you."

I ignored that. There were also things I had locked inside my head that were before Shark's time at my home. Like the deeply buried resentment for my parents, for example. I always spoke bitterly of them to her, but never did I reveal how deeply angry I felt about them. Now she knew that, too, and it made me sick that someone else knew how much anger I had towards my own parents.

"I actually don't blame you," she mused to me thoughtfully. "They kinda just dumped me on you to take their place after they decided to stop being parents again."

They didn't dump you on me. I insisted back, shaking my head. I probably looked weird doing that, seeing as there was nothing to really shake my head at in the first place to other people.

I just could not get my head around how our connection linked together. Our personalities had similarities, but they were much different as well. I had a lot more restraint on my temper before Shark, now I can barely keep myself at bay.

"I'm sorry." The voice snapped me from my thoughts suddenly. I decided I would go back to this later, and instead I pushed it and Shark, to her annoyance, in the back of my head. I looked at Silo to see him staring at me with a smile, but his eyes held an apology. "I shouldn't laugh. I know you're going through a lot."

"Well, in your defense, it's not exactly easy to hold a straight face when someone tells you that they want to lick your abs," I said sheepishly, forcing myself to return a small grin. "So it's okay."

He shook his head, meeting my gaze sadly. "No, it's not. I know you're trying to get used to everything around here, and I specifically said you could say anything on your mind. That doesn't give me the right to laugh."

"Actually, saying as I said what I did, yeah it does." I shrugged and reached back, getting an itch on the lower part of my spine. "It's okay, I promise. I'm just embarrassed for saying it in the first place more than anything." I pulled my hand back to link with the other one once the itch was gone.