"Why are you staring at me?!" I questioned him.
"Why are you asking?" He said back to me putting his piercings back in to his lip.He looked at me again until everything fell silent once again.It was awkward if I had to admit it.
I sat there looking in the opposite direction to him , trying not to get too involved with him but some how I couldn't help but want to.
I heard a chair slide along the floor that rocked over ever so slightly but then returned to its original position.
It was Ash and he left , for some reason I wanted to know why.I followed him out and waited until he walked around the corner of the old , brick , building before I continued to follow him.
He lit a cigarette, once again , and stood there smoking it before he noticed my head poking around the side of the wall.
"You don't have to hide from me." He said exhaling the white smoke from his mouth.I was weary of him , not fearful but confused and curious.
I walked up to him and leaned against the wall next to him. He blew the smoke out once again as the wind carried it off into the distance.
"I can't stand these session's,I can't stand life to be honest." He said making a point he obviously thought strongly about.
"Why not ? Before you know it something worse hits you and you won't have much longer of life left." I said to him , my breathing becoming inconsistent due to the smoke and the tumor.
He smiled and inhaled the smoke again.
"What's your story, I don't mean about your illness. Your real story."he said facing me now.
"I don't know how long I have left so I'm going to live whatever I have left to the fullest. I have horses , my best friend , all I could want when I'm like this. I guess I'm not that good at telling stories huh !?" I said blushing at even talking to him."What's yours?" I asked simply.
"I had a bad past , troubled background or whatever you want to call it.I got stabbed when I was 15 and it changed me , I don't know how or why. My mum and dad passed away a few months back with some type of dieses that they didn't know that they had. Yeah , I'm not that interesting.So why are you really at these sessions?"I stood there astonished and mesmerised at how he can show no emotion when talking about something like that.
"I get forced to come here to socialize or whatever , apparently I'm wasting my days up in my room or out in the stables." I replied to him looking down at my hands for a moment and then looking back up again before he spoke.
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Grenade
FanfictionThe months turned into weeks , those weeks became days , the days became minutes and then it was all over for her. If he couldn't save her then maybe she could save him ...