Madhouse Prisoner

Chapter 7

Riley's POV

"So, who really is Riley Woods?" Dylan asked me while wiggling his eyebrows.

Who am I? Well I am many things but open about my past is not one of them.

So the past is out of the question. It is kind of awkward right now since he's trying to break the ice and believe me, I want to break this ice. Nothing is worse than just sitting there staring at each other with nothing to say. At least not right now, but I'm not a very talkative person. I was, but I've changed over the years. No more cheer leading practices or picnics on the beach.

I deeply exhaled and rested my chin on my hand. "Yeah... what am I? I'm not really sure."

Dylan nodded understandingly " It is one of the biggest questions in life. Who are you? Who am I?" He stood up and walked back and fourth in the small space we had in our room. "What I know for sure is that my name is Dylan Moore and some basic stuff like that I like to play football and ... please don't laugh.. Read."

"Why would I laugh?"

"Well, reading isn't really one thing to brag about.. It makes me sound like a nerd and that's definitely not what I am. I suck at school and I would never do math free willingly."

I guess we aren't that different after all. Equations make my brain feel like a big pile of mush.

" Yup. Math sucks. What time is it anyway?" I asked as I heard my stomach growling like crazy.

"Seven thirty pm.. why?"

"I'm starving here and dinner should be ready by now" I said and made my way to the door with him following behind me like a little puppy.

I was finally feeling a little bit happier about the whole situation when I saw the familiar object in his hand. Chills went through my body and I clenched my fists not even realizing I was leaving red marks from my fingernails.  But before I even had a chance to act he handed me the notebook .

"You forgot this".

I snatched my book from his large hands and ran my fingers over the old bumpy leather cover.

He can't have this.

"Yeah.. thanks. Just don't ever touch it again" My voice didn't come out cold but the undertone of seriousness was there.

I'm so stupid. He doesn't know it's important to me.
Don't blame him, he was just trying to be nice...
something I definitely haven't  been.

"Sorry."

"It's cool. I shouldn't have touched your things."

Even though he gave me a nosebleed I couldn't resist my urge to smile a little when he had handed me my sketchbook. I finally have something, or rather someone new to draw. I guess my life isn't as boring anymore.

When we entered the cafeteria we went our separate ways, me going to my usual table in the back and he towards ...

No fucking way. I can't believe I even gave him a chance when he's already picked sides.

I quickly ate my dinner and rushed out of the cafeteria turning a couple heads on my way out.
I looked back to see if someone was following me but there wasn't.

Who would follow me?

Nobody.

You're useless and everyone is just waiting for the moment you go nuts and jump off a cliff or something.

Fuck this.

I need to go. Somewhere.

A/N

Sooooo... I'm back. I must admit I had some trouble writing this but I hope you like it <3