Saved

Chapter 5

I've been staying with Akio for about a week now. And my so-called "mom" doesn't even care. I don't even know if she's noticed. Who cares? I like staying with Akio better anyway. I was sitting in the corner of his living room, just thinking, my eyes fixated on the wall. "What're you thinking about?" I heard Akio ask from his spot on the grey leather couch. My hand anxiously gripped the plush carpet. I didn't answer him. He walked over and sat next to me. "Mika, give me your arm." I held my right arm out. "Both of them." He said. I held both arms out in his direction. He rolled up the sleeve of the bright teal hoodie on my left arm, and flipped it over, looking at the ripped flesh on my otherwise untouched skin. I looked at his face, waiting for a reaction from him. He looked up and away from me. "Just promise me you won't do this again. Ever." He said. I nodded slightly. "Sure. Whatever." I pulled my arm away from him and unrolled the sleeve of the hoodie. "Mika, seriously, please." 

"I said okay." I muttered, looking away from him. "Mika, what's wrong?" He asked. "Doesn't matter." I replied. "Mika-"

"Why're you so nice to me?" I asked, suddenly, unable to control myself anymore. "What?" He asked. "You've saved me twice, and you're letting me stay with you at your house. I haven't done anything in return. Why are you okay with that?"

"I don't know." He said in reply. "I guess you just seem like a good person already. You don't need to do anything in return for me. If I was expecting something like that, that'd make me a shitty person."

"It's pointless though. Relationships, friendships, any kind of attachments. . . They never last. They always have to end at some point. It's just a fact. I've just found it easier to not get attached, so I won't get hurt. Even you'll abandon me at some point." My eyes haven't left from being fixated on the wall the entire time I'd been talking. "Mika, no, I won't. I swear. I know how it feels to be abandoned. I'd never do that to you. Believe me." I finally looked at him, meeting his gaze. "How can you be so sure?" I asked. "Because I'm not that type of person."