I'm Not Insane (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 3 - I Didn't Do It

Song is C'mon by Panic! At The Disco, and it's the song Asher is humming.

"Can you please stop that?" I mutter, turning around to face the wall again.

"What?" Asher asks, coming over to lean over my sitting figure.

"Stop humming that! It's quite annoying!"

"What? This?" Asher then hums a part of the song he's been humming for the past week.

How someone has a song in their head for a week is beyond me. It's annoying, and makes me want to sew his mouth shut. 

He's been here for a whole week now, and it's starting to break me. My silence has been broken; my peaceful, never-ending, drowning silence. I wish I could have it back sometimes, but other times, I'm glad he's here. It's better than having no one but the walls and my art to talk to. 

"Asher! I said stop!" I snap suddenly, when he starts to softly sing the lyrics.

I'll admit, his voice is amazing. I haven't heard someone sing since I was little, but still. His warm voice seems to wrap me up in a tight and comforting embrace, but I'll never admit that.

"But I can do whatever I want," he huffs, sitting down on his bed.

It's honestly not fair that he gets a full bed with a frame and mattress and sheets, while I just get a mattress and a few blankets. They're well taken care of, since they slip in new blankets every month, but they're still not as comfortable as a real bed.

Asher lets me sit and nap on his bed sometimes, and every time only makes me want to close my eyes and never wake up. Maybe then I can finally live with my family... in a blissful dream...

"-not a bad song."

I snap my head up towards him, confused. Was he talking that whole time while I spaced out?

"Uh, what did you say?" I ask.

He stops, blinking at me.

"I was saying, how I'm older, so I'm in charge of you until you're free. Then you can be your own boss. Besides, it's not a bad song, It's nice. I love it."

"Well, I find it annoying, and you're not the boss of me, okay? You're just some guy who thinks he's going to be 'helping' an already sane person."

"Uh, yes, I am. You're a minor until you're eighteen, one. Two, as long as you're here, I'm your nurse basically. I watch over you, I help you, and I tell you what to do."

"But-!" I start, but he cuts me off with a glare.

It's all-too-famous now. I call it the Burner. Because one of those looks from him and he burns me up alive; plus, his name is Asher, as in ash, so it's kinda funny to go along with that theme. 

The shrill meal-bell goes off, making Asher flinch. I just sigh, sliding off the bed to retrieve our trays. Of course, Asher gets better choices. He always has a choice. He's even allowed to leave the cell and go to the kitchen to ask for personal orders! It angers me that since he's sane and one of the authority figures here basically, he can go around and do whatever and get treated like royalty.

Every person who decides to help an insane is considered important. They're doing the government a 'great deed', after all. They get special treatment. 

"Here," I grumble, my mood now even more sour.

I hand him his tray, sitting down with mine on my mattress right after. We eat silently, before he starts to do it again.

"Stop. Singing. That. Freaking. Song!" I explode, all my patience gone.

My vision starts to get tinted black, and something cold starts seeping into my hands. I clench them tightly into fists, standing up and walking over to him.

"Woah, Ryan, are you alright?" He asks, scooting back a bit.

His blue eyes are filled with worry, and he has a hand reached out towards me.

"I told you to stop, and you didn't! You think you're above me, but you're not! You may be older, and you may have more respect, but I'm not some kid you can just order and push around! So stop thinking you can do whatever! I'm sick of it! I wish I could just silence you for good! I wish you knew what it feels like to be me sometimes!" I scream, feeling something strange in my veins.

It burns, but it's a cool burn. It's so cold it makes me wince, but I don't care. Then I feel something stranger. My hands start to pool with the cold feeling, until it's suddenly leaking out of my hands.

I hear Asher gasp, before he cries out. I look up, to see him curled up on the bed, writhing in pain.

"Asher?!" I ask, the cold immediately retreating like my anger.

My vision goes back to normal, and the room seems... lighter? Did it not always have that weird black hazy smoke about it? I guess not...

"I'm...fine," he manages through clenched teeth, his eyes squeezed shut.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" I panic, feeling something pull at my heart.

I feel... sorry. I feel like I should be apologizing, but I didn't do anything...did I? I mean, I never touched him. But, what was all that? The cold feeling, the feeling of something coming out of my hands, the black vision and smoke in the air? Did I do that? How could I? 

"I'm fine; it's fine. I'm okay now," Asher says, slowly sitting up, wincing a bit.

"What happened?" I whisper, sitting down on his bed.

"I don't know, but whatever that was, I think you did it."

Okay, now I'm on chapter 8 for writing, so I can't remember this chapter specifically. Hopefully it wasn't cringey, cuz I know that chapter 7 is suuuuupppeeerrrr cringey. Seriously.

QUESTION TIME: What's your favorite season?

My Answer: I don't really know. I love all of them, but I do prefer a colder day but with a nice amount of sun. Eh, I prefer colder temp.s over hot and muggy ones like we have in summer, though.

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