Stories and Other Random Things

/Chapter #7/

Diary of a Genetic Freak

/Chapter #7/

Dear Diary,

Have you ever told someone something and wanted to take it back as soon as you said it? Well, of course you haven't, you're a book. But that isn't my problem, my problem is that I think I really screwed up in telling everyone that. Maybe I should have told Zade in private? What am I saying I don't owe him anything, he shouldn't be angry at me, should he? Urgh, now I have a migraine.

Sincerely, Cheyenne

My eyes fluttered shut, painstakingly slow. Reena's snores were making me even more tired, if that were possible. I was glad she'd been able to get some sleep, I on the other hand have been awake since she walked into the room. Apparently I'd been screaming in my sleep, again, so she'd woken me up. I'd tried to apologize, like always, but she'd just glare at me and tell me to shut up, so I let her be. She'd started snoring as soon as her head hit the cot, muttering about purple elephants and orange bananas.

Forcing my eyes open I stared at the plain concrete ceiling, every time I closed my eyes I saw their bodies lying lifeless on the floor. Tears sprung in my eyes as I thought about how I deserved this life. I deserved to be tortured, to be locked in a cell. I don't deserve to have a happy, normal life, not if my family couldn't. Its my fault they are not here, alive right now like they should be.

The cell door creaked, opening slowly, light flowing in from the outside. Zadeyn's head peaked in through the opening, peering at me. I shut my eyes, hoping he'd believe I was asleep, but do I ever have such luck? He opened the door far enough for him to slip in, before shutting it almost silently. He walked silently to my side, kneeling on the ground in front of me.

"I know you're awake." He said softly, his voice blank.

"Can't you leave me alone?" I whisper/yelled at him, trying not to wake Reena. I can only imagine what she would say about him being here, again.

"She's out, Chey. One of the doctors gave her a shot earlier today, apparently its just now taking affect." At my look he continued. "I may have planted the thought, but it was for a good purpose."

"And what was that purpose?"

"We need to talk." Shit, I was afraid he'd say that. Those four words are the most dreaded words anyone could ever say, because when they do you know its about something you'd rather not discuss, ever.

"I don't think we do. You know what happened, so leave it and get out." I rolled over, facing the wall hoping he'd listen to me for once in his life and leave.

"I'm not going anywhere, not until you can look me in the eyes and tell me you never want to see me again. If you can do that Cheyenne I'll leave. You'll never see or hear from me again, I promise, just say the words and mean them."

Damn him, he knows I'd never say that. No matter how much I tell myself I hate him, if he left now I'd never forgive myself.

"You're an asshole, you know I'd never say that, Zade." I snapped rolling back over. He let out a breath and I frowned. He'd actually thought I'd tell him I never wanted to see him again?

"Good, because I don't think I'd have been able to keep that promise." My frowned deepened and I sat up putting my hands on either side of his face.

"You actually thought I'd say it? Are you that stupid? Do you know how upset I was when I thought you were dead? God, Zadeyn you can be so ignorant some times." The smile that lit up his face had me rolling my eyes at him.

"So wait you were that miserable without me?" He asked, the familiar smirk I'd grown to love playing on his face.

"I hate you."

"No, you don't. You love me, you just haven't realized it yet." Oh, I've realized I alright. I wanted to tell him how wrong he was about that, but I just couldn't get the words out.

"What did we need to talk about?" I asked, instead.

"You know what, Cheyenne. What happened? Did they try to hurt you?" He was frowning now, all hints of humor gone from his eyes.

"No, I don't know what happened. I just lost it, for some reason." He nodded wiping away the tears that had escaped my eyes. "Are you mad?"

"Are you kidding me? You think I'd be mad at you? It was an accident, thats all. Besides what right would I have to be mad?"

"Because they were really the only family you had and I killed them." He was shaking his head by the time I finished talking.

"It doesn't matter, it wasn't your fault."

"Yes it was! I got pissed for some reason and killed them! Don't sit there and tell me that, damn it!" I yelled at him, ignoring the look on his face that warned me to be quiet.

"Alright, fine! Its your fault, all of it, is that what you want to hear!? Do you want me to sit here and tell you that I hate you for what you did!? That I never want to speak to you again? Because I won't do it, Chey. I can't." He was whispering by the time he'd finished talking.

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The next day, everything was set. We leaving, finally. But why does it feel like something bad is going to happen?

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