Them

Time

Prologue:

There Is No Us

I've always been told I saw things differently than others. No one understood the feelings I had for things that were unimportant; or how bad unimportant things affected my feelings.

But things were soon starting to be more important and somehow, it did not affect my feelings at all. I stayed silent. No person could understand why; maybe because no one was around to ask.

I only lived with my father and he was too affected by the importance of my mothers "disappearance".

She promised me to keep it a secret; My father wasn't a good man. She made me swear not to tell anyone of how bad my dad treated my mom and I.

Not being able to take all the yelling, beatings, and dad making her cry at night all the time, she left me, by taking her own life.

It was in the middle of the afternoon when my dad came home from work and got too angry at a customer. Getting all his anger out on me, I couldn't take the yelling, the beatings, and him making me cry every night.

I took his life.

But I considered it self-defense

Those 3 days of him not appearing at work caused an investigation to occur.

I knew the police would considered it murder, so I ran away before they even arrived at my home.

It was dark and the only place that I could hide at was the casino, although I didn't fit in, I could blend in as a drunk.

I sat next to a pretty girl, but after a few drinks, she was disgusted by me and left. Soon sobering down, a girl, sat down on a stool to my left. I started a conversation with her but I then got carried away, blabbering about some "crazy things" happening around my neighborhood (which was a total lie) . But the girl fell for it I guess and everything went into total chaos in the casino.

I was pretty sure the cops found me so I make a run for it.

The cops weren't there for me.

These things, that I now call Beeps, were roaming around town, eating everyone's face off.

Good thing I was unimportant at the moment because I then spent 5 years with the most annoying, irritating, brave but cowardly, lovable, hateful, sweetest but rudest person in the world.

Her name was Jessica.

I lost her as well, along with other magnificent people.

I'm bound to loose some more.

"I'm starting to get that you don't want us to ask you about your past anymore..." Frank had finished reading my letter that I knew he couldn't care less about.

As for Jamie, he sat in his creaky chair, disbelief swimming in the water of his eyes. Never, would he look at me the same.

I took a deep breath, making it loud enough to show my seriousness. Licking my lips, I slightly open my mouth to say something but Jamie stands up to leave the room.

I grab his arm to stop him and he stays in place, his whole body gone stiff. "I'm no killer." The tone was cold and I didn't mean for it to come out that way.

"I can't trust you." Jamie mumbles and I sink down even more in my chair. I let go of his arm, letting him walk out of the room. I pull on my locks of hair.

I hear the small screech from Frank's chair when he stands up. "You're going to have to earn our trust to stay here now, boy. We can't be having some psycho wandering down the halls of this building."

"How's me killing a person any different than killing a Beep?"

"Runners don't have feelings-"

"Did you think my dad asked me if I was okay after he punched me in the face? Did you think that he came up to my bedroom to hold me and tell me he was sorry after he gave me a fucking black eye?!"

Immediately after I abruptly stood up, I knocked my chair over and slammed the door, leaving Frank alone inside the "interrogation" room.

He just wastes everyone's time; which we barely have.

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