My Neighbor

Crazy For You

Dustin's POV

I'm gonna kill that fucking girl. That sentence just repeats in my mind again and again. I am not a bad guy! Why can't she believe that. If only she knew the kindness I have offered both her and her mother. For example. Her mom is the only one to have seen my garage and lived. I let her live mainly because of her daughter. I couldn't leave a little girl alone without her mother, even if I did disagree with her sometimes. I usually left them alone, except for small fights we had. But that one day. The day they kicked me out of collage for breaking into the lab and stealing equipment for my... studies. I was just so mad. And her mom drove by my house and I just thought of every single fight we were in. I ran out of the house after her. She saw me and beat on the door. I was just about to get her when I heard a small voice.

"Mom?" she said. Maya. I had forgotten about her. I stopped, and looked into the house. Her mom was dragging her away. That action of love made me forget the fights. She was more worried about Maya than herself. I would have left, but I know with my outbursts lately that her mom was planning on calling the cops eventually. I was so far into my studies, so I couldn't let that happen.

I remember finding her hidden in the closet. She was smart for trying to find a phone in my house. Too bad I don't have one. She looked so innocent when she looked at me in from the closet. She's just a cute girl.

She had beautiful brunette hair and captivating honey colored eyes. Thinking of her beauty calmed my anger as I regained my strength to stand. I realize how close I was to killing her. She was just scarred. I better go find her.

I'm surprised when I don't find her in the house. I know I locked all the doors. I try the front and back. Both locked. I look to the garage door. Oh no. I try the door. It's unlocked. She must be more than scared. I need to find her. The garage is empty too. I'm shocked she didn't faint. Strong girl. I knew there was something special about her. We are more similar than she thinks.

I see the garage door is partly open. I rush over to her home. After searching the house up and down, all I find is her cellphone. I put it in my pocket and head back outside.

I'm starting to get worried. What if she's hurt? I start to panic. I listen in the night. It's really quiet. But, I can hear some small breaths in the night. I listen intensely and follow the noise, until I come up upon her. She's sleeping in the bushes. I carefully pick her up and take her back to the house. Once I place her in the bed and tend to her wounds, I lock every last door and window, putting the key around my neck were it will be safe. My Maya won't get hurt again.

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Maya's POV

I woke up in Dustin's bedroom. What? I'm still alive? I look down at my fingers. Someone cleaned then. A few have bandages.

"I'm still alive?" I ask out loud. I nearly jump when the familiar voice responds.

Dustin walks toward the bed. "Of course you're still alive Maya."

I back up against the headboard of the bed. "You're, you're not mad?" I ask.

He smiles like he just saw the cutest thing in the world. He then chuckles. This scares me more than when he was mad, because its unexpected. When I kicked him hard in his weak spot, I expected him to get mad. But this is weird. I'm scared out of my mind and he's laughing. Maybe he enjoys fear of victims.

"No, no. I do admit that I did lose control, and I apologize. I know I'm the one that scared you, so it is my fault you came across the contents if my garage..." Oh no, I thought. He knows I've seen everything.

He continues, "Therefore, I am not going to harm you due to my own ignorance. I find it very strong that you didn't stop there. You kept running. We are both strong people Maya, we are alike in more ways that you know."

Those last words make my skin crawl. Alike? No, I don't think so.

"I see that you may... disagree. At first, I was confused why you didn't see the similarities." he pauses. "But now, I see it was because of these." Dustin holds up the baggy of my pills. 

"What are you, but, I need those Dustin!" I shout. He's going to deny me my pills. I'll freak! He can't do this!

"You'll see soon Maya. You'll see that you don't need these pills. That doctors only use them to dumb you down. So you won't be a threat to them. We are superior." he says. This guy is totally bonkers.

I start to panic. I'm going to really need those pills if I don't calm down soon, but I can't stop myself. I hyperventilate. I start mumbling "No, no, no, no, no..." over and over again.  I hug my knees to my chest and rock back and forth.

I think of the possibilities if I don't take those pills. I could get so scared I could have a heart attack. I did once. One day me and my mom were to go shopping. She asked me if I felt okay that morning. I didn't. I had a little tingle in my spine indicating that I was about to get the visions, but it was such a tiny feeling, I ignored it. Plus, being a teenaged girl, I really wanted to go shopping. Once we got there, some terrible visions started. My mom forgot the pills so she dialed 911. A few minutes before they got there, the visions were so horrifying, that I had a heart attack. My body just might kill itself before Dustin does. 

No, I won't let that happen. Now I know my mom is here. If he gets mad and I'm gone, I won't be here to stop him. I will not leave her behind. I keep rocking, sobbing to myself. I need for him to come over and comfort me, hopefully with the bag of pills in reach. I'll grab them and take what I need. Just as I plan this out, it commences. He walks over to me, putting an arm around my back.

"Sh sh sh, there there. It'll be okay, you'll see..." he whispers. I keep sobbing and take the next phase into action. I turn and hug him, he hugs back. I let a smirk show on my face. Too easy. I then grab the baggy out of his hand and tear it open, sending many of them to the floor. I hide about half a dozen in my bra, knowing because he hasn't found the knife, he won't find these.

He releases me, knowing what I've done. Just as I'm about to throw two in my mouth, he grabs my wrist. He chuckles. This dude is fucking laughing? I grow enraged. "Fuck you!" I scream directly in his face. I can't help it, I'm too angry to think. His face turns emotionless, then humored again.

"I'm sorry, I should have known with your rapidly advancing brain you would deceive me." He smiles, "This only proves your progress."

I would yell back at him some insults, explaining he was insane, if only the seizure didn't start. Instead of bugs crawling on my skin, there were inside my skin. I scream, struggling from his death grip on my wrists. I don't know how, but he keeps his soft spot open way to often. I know he will get pissed again, but I need to stop these bugs. I kick him hard.

He just flashes a grin. "I went shopping while you were out, athletic cups do wonders." Smarter than I thought. I try to wriggle out of his hands with all my might. I end up falling down and pull him to the floor. The pills are so close! I manage to get one hand free and grab the nearest one. I throw it in my mouth. In the clear! I thought to myself as I swallow. I relax, knowing my mission is complete. Dustin screams, obviously mad at me for swallowing my pill. He grabs my shoulders and lowers his face to mine.

"Why did you do that?! You're so stupid!!!" he screams on the top of his lungs. I flinch, terrified now that I've angered him. But, I muster up what courage I have and talk back, defending myself.

"I need them, if I don't have them, I'll die." I state.

"You're so fucking delusional..." he mutters.

Rage builds up in me. "Me? You should be one to talk! You're the crazy one!!!" He glares daggers at me.

"Don't" he starts.

"Fucking."

"Call."

"Me."

"That." he says, spacing the words out.

Still having a bit of rage, I smirk, knowing I've upset him. And what I do next, I will regret.

"Cra-zy" I reply, immediately realizing that I have just killed myself.