Mad As A Hatter | #KNLabyrinthWC

Zwei

A couple of weeks have passed. Me and Quantum would always have lunch together. I left my nurse table to join him in eating. Since then, the guards had always gave us suspicious looks. Maybe they think I'm giving Q special treatment, when I most certainly do not. To me, it wasn't just an act of favoritism.

He wasn't that guy I thought he was. In all those weeks, I didn't waste time just eating with him. I got to know him and what his true intention was.

I don't trust easily, but when it comes to him, I feel like I'm obligated to go all out and believe in everything he says.

I tried talking to him about his crime but he always had the same response, with the same expression.

"I'm innocent." he says in a smile, "Believe me."

Should I really believe him? He can be a mastermind of all sorts, who knows? But he can also say the truth. Yet, if he really is innocent, why did he let the police dump him here?

The basic tests that are recorded in his files say that he is confirmed to be a psychopath. Yet I don't see a psychopath in the person I'm in front of at the moment. In fact, I see a normal man, suffering inside a place he doesn't deserve to be in.

Although lately, Q's been quite distant to me. Despite the short distance between our seats, the air around us turned cold all of a sudden. We would always joke around and tease each other but all he answers now are small and timid responses.

We were eating silently. I was waiting for him to say something but nothing came. Is the therapy here too brutal on him? I'm just a nurse so I wouldn't know. The doctors and therapists are incharge of all the curing activities.

"Is everything alright?" I took the courage to ask. The silence was deafening, I couldn't take another second.

He looked at me briefly, but then he averted his eyes back down to his plate where they were looking the whole time we were here. "Yeah."

I found myself smiling bitterly. "Are you sure? You seemed off."

He didn't dare to look at me once more. Although instead, he gave a longer response which made me a tad bit happier. It was the first time that he said something longer than two words.

"Yes, I'm just having trouble in believing certain things."

My eyebrows furrowed. Shouldn't I be the one to be in that position of disbelief? I'm so close to trusting him despite not knowing his real reason.

Now I know that I'm so stupid. I fell in deep with the times we spent together, all the talks we had.

I was deceived.

I had to ask. "Disbelief in...?" I asked for him to continue. I want him to look straight in my eyes. Is this really the route of a new blooming friendship?

"Everything actually." was what he said.

I never liked it when things end up not like how I expected them to happen. Especially when I don't know the reason behind the twist and turns of situations. I placed my fork back down on the table loudly. My hand slammed on the plastic table, making a loud thud. The guards turned their heads to where we were, about to walk here. I raised my hand to stop them, signalling that I can handle this.

I've had it.

"Can you stop with the cold replies? What happened to you lately? We- I mean you were fine the past few weeks!" I said uncontrollably. This time, his head snapped upwards to meet my eyes.

Those eyes never fail to intimidate me. If only I could snatch them and run away with it for eternity.

"I don't know what you're saying." He simply said. "Stop before the guards get alarmed and conclude that I did something unnecessary to you."