The Only One Who's Holy (Hayley Williams x Lynn Gunn)

7. The Killing Type

Another one w/ Lynn's POV. Lemme know how you're feeling about this story so far :))

I wasn't sure how long we laid there for. It must've been hours, because  I was just beginning to hear the distant sound of kids leaving school, screaming about God knows what to their friends.

All I have done for the past few hours is contemplate my thoughts whilst listening to Hayley breathe, which only complicated things.

Every time I tried to convince myself I hated her, I heard her breathe, and the sound was so gentle, so pure, that I only turned the hatred onto myself.

I rubbed my eyes, sitting up. I'd have to take her back to her house soon.

"Hayley?" I said, nudging her arm with my hand.

"Mmpfh"

"Hayley, come on, you're going home."

At this, she half opened her eyes, looking at me tiredly. "Home?"

I smiled meekly and nodded. "Yeah. Home."

She briefly stretched as she moved her legs out of the bed, making a poor attempt to stand back up, which just resulted in her collapsing into me once again.

"Can't walk too good."

No fucking shit, Hayley.

"I can see that." I replied. I put my arm over her shoulder as I did hours before, allowing her to lean into me to find her balance.

As I guided her out of the nurses office and past the school gates, she remained silent. I was fairly certain she wasn't completely drunk anymore, but instead I guessed that she was quite tipsy.

At this point she just seemed depressed more than anything.

"Why are you helping me?" She asked out of nowhere, as we walked down the footpath.

I decided not to reply to her question. Mainly because I didn't know how to. If I didn't even know what I was thinking, how could I answer her out loud?

"Lynn?"

"What?" I snapped, feeling my body begin to stiffen. However, my sudden small outburst didn't seem to phase her in the slightest.

"Why are you helping me?" She asked again, as if I had not already suggested that I didn't want to answer her bullshit question.

"I was bored."

All I heard in response was a soft "..oh..". She couldn't have sounded any more disappointed if she tried.

"My house is this way," she quietly pointed out, leading me towards her home.

Eventually, when we reached her doorstep, she moved away from my arm, signalling for me to let go of her, leaving my body feeling colder than it was before.

"Are your parents home?" I asked, wondering if she was going to tell them about what happened.

She stared daggers at me. God, If looks could kill...

"No."

"Well, when will they be back?" I reiterated.

"Your guess is as good as mine," she said sadly. 

I was confused. Were her parents by around any longer? Did they die? Are they just shitty excuses for humans?

I didn't care, it was just my morbid curiosity shining through, making me ask myself these questions.

"Well, do you need me to come inside with you?" I asked, trying to sound as emotionless as possible.

She looked me up and down, and suddenly I felt incredibly judged.

"It's alright." She said, still slightly slurring her words in some places.

I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It was odd because I wasn't even sure why.

"Just ,uh, try and rest, alright? And don't forget to eat." I reminded her.

What am I doing?
I didn't actually care about her, did I?

She nodded, looking focused on nothing in particular. "Thank you," She said, opening the door to her house.

She smiled at me gratuitously before closing the door behind her.

I didn't know what I was feeling, but I knew it wasn't normal.

And I hated the idea of not being normal.