Insanity

4

I was falling short behind the red headed boy. Stumbling over broken tiles that scraped my bare feet, bound to find red ozzing out of the future scars.

The boy wouldn't stop tugging me along through the dark empty halls. The further we ran the more the goosebumps layered over my body.

My heart was pounding against my chest, an uneven thump causing blood to pump through my ears. A drum like tempo being the only thing keeping me sane.

The uneasiness came when I realized the voices were being quiet. But why?

It left me to my own thoughts, the ones that left me alone...I don't like being alone.

The boys hands were sweaty. U could practically feel his impatience clouding over me making me feel a bit claustrophobic. His breathing was eerily calm.

I could still feel the gun in my other hand. A tight grasp, my finger pressing against the trigger slightly. It made me feel a bit comfortable, but yet I wonder, why had he given it to me? He must trust me...maybe? But that's absurd the man doesn't even know me, or does he?

To many questions are clouding my mind.

So many halls to turn down just to be met with disappointment. We have been in a slight jog for about five minutes till we turned one last sharp turn.

At the the end of the long hall was a bright red sign hanging just above a heavy steel door, that read "EXIT," in proud bold letters.

The boy started to slow down soon coming to a sudden stop. He let go of my hand briefly to adjust himself, for some unknown reason.

He adjust his coat and looks over to me expectantly. Until he begins to take his jacket off.

"It's a bit cold outside, wouldn't want you to get sick." He suddenly says suddenly with a raised eyebrow. Outstretching his arm for me to take the all black coat.

I hesitantly grab the coat ready to willingly throw it on, until he says..."Give me your gun," he makes grabby hands, just as a small child would. My breath hitches, he's crazy if he thinks I'm going to willingly hand over my only sense of security.

"It's going to be a little difficult for you to put the jacket on." He says smoothly. I means it guess it makes sense? I unwillingly hand over the gun hovering it over his hands not wanting to fully let go.

"I promise I'll give it back. Theirs nothing to be afraid of anymore. You're safe now." His reassuring voice puts me on edge. I can't help but get the feeling he's lying, but just the thought of safety and security leads me to drop the gun into the palm of his little hands.

I wrap myself up with the soft worm coat, snuggling close to find security.

I look up to be met with his electric blue eyes, and very obvious smirk spread acrossed his face.

"You look really cute and small in my coat," he cooed at my small petite figure. I couldn't help but look away with an obvious blush tinting my pale cheeks. Wait...WHAT why am I blushing!?

"Your not at all what they said you'd be," and with that he turned and walked away towards the exit. What is that supposed to mean? I stand their confusdley watching his retreating figure, till he turns around to look at me. "Well are you coming or do you want to stay here?" With that I took off towards him. Their ain't no way I would want to stay here!

Without looking at me he hands me the shiny silver gun. I grab the gun with a tight grip.

I can see the very obvious grin that lays acrossed his face. I roll my eyes at his "subtle" way of saying "I told you so."