Anxiety Attacks (Septiplier)

Lies [6]

Lies. They're all lies.

Everything that I've ever heard about him--they're all false accusations. Everyone who has told me things about him--they're liars, whether direct or indirect.

He's not weird. He doesn't talk to himself for no reason--he has a reason.

He just won't tell me what it is yet.

He's not told me much, actually. After I had come in, I had told him that I was only here to visit. His eyes had become the brightest I'd ever seen them at that.

He was happy to have me here.

He quietly told me that no one ever visits him, meaning that I'm the first. I feel special because of that.

I'm so glad he's not scared of me anymore. When I had first walked in, I had introduced myself and told him that I wasn't going to hurt him.

He was still scared--scared of me. That hurt.

Then, that's when I told him I was there to visit, and his mood had immediately changed.

There it is. Something that isn't a lie. The only thing they said that isn't a lie--he changes moods very quickly.

But that's a good thing. He's happy now. Since it was so dark, I had to turn the flashlight on my phone on and set it on the floor to light up the room. That made him happy as well.

I'm glad it did.

He's now telling me that before I had walked in, he was having a nightmare. He's telling me a lot for a guy I just met.

But he's so interesting--I was right about him being so. He talks to me with a certain fire in his eyes that not even the heaviest rain can quench. He has such a strong voice--it's odd to me.

I thought he was shy. Maybe it's just a persona he puts on. It's possible. I've known people who like to hide their true selves.

He's telling me about his home now. That's odd as well--why is he telling me so much?

I haven't even told him anything about myself other than my name, and yet, he seems to have already established that he can trust me.

I like it.

Except, he won't give me his name.

I've asked him for it several times over now, but he won't answer. He changes the subject quickly every time, going back to talking about his home, his dog, or even his daydreams.

And then he tells me he's glad I stopped his nightmares. He says he owes me something for it.

I tell him it's not necessary, but he insists. I can't turn down his offer because of how persistent he is.

It's another thing I like about him--he won't give up. He's kind about it, too.

It's nice to actually have someone to talk to here, and I believe he's probably feeling the same way.