CRAZY | beautiful.

Hello, Whoever You Are

08.
Hello, Whoever You Are

"Imperfection on display for only you to see..."

It was quiet – too quiet. Storm flexed and then clenched his fingers into fists, trying to get rid of the tremors that were still passing through him. He had no idea why he couldn't gain control over himself at the moment. Could he – THEY – really trust her? He didn't have time to ponder on it. Beautiful and River came erratically, spewing at him their thoughts and apprehension. She's probably judging us right now. That was Beautiful, always concerned about what someone thought of them. His nervousness fell over Storm, permeating him with no remorse. That wasn't your place to tell Storm. That voice was almost unfamiliar to him, so he suspected that it was River. He had never really spoken to him before, but that didn't mean they weren't aware of the other. Storm gnawed at his bottom lip, his hands steadily molding themselves together. Both of you shut up, he thought.

She could tell everybody about us. He could hear it. Beautiful's panic. Then River came back, his tone more challenging and telling. Who do you think you are? You can't control everything. Shut the fuck up, Storm demanded. Still, they wouldn't let up any. Are you trying to let everyone know we're a walking, ticking time bomb? Beautiful became more temperamental, his query laced with unwanted concern. You always have to be the one to put us out there. You always have to go and ruin things. Why can't you ever do anything right? You're not protecting us this time. River rendered as if he truly knew of his and Beautiful's relationship. Storm was convinced that he didn't know anything – not one damn thing.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He leaned forward and placed his hands over his ears as a means to ward off their presence. "Shut up, shut up..."He murmured lowly, over and over again. He needed silence from them both. He grit his teeth and melded his palms against his ears harder. "Go away."He told them. Doesn't feel too nice, huh? You do the same thing to me Storm. He wasn't going to argue with Beautiful. He refused to. He hadn't forgotten about the girl sitting next to him, witnessing it all. It's all a cycle Storm. River was taunting him now. They were both about to make him angry. He didn't need to be angry. His heart picked up speed as one of his urges grew to inflict pain on someone – anyone – even himself. It had been so long since he'd done anything.

"Get the fuck away from me now..."He seethed, warning them both. There was someone close to him, alone with him. He'd hurt her first. Pressure surfaced on his leg, the feeling of a soft hand patting him there. He didn't realize he'd closed his eyes until he forced them open to glance to his left. Imani had rid her lap of her computer. She sat with a face void of any emotion, her eyes only looking forward at the wall adjacent them. "Storm," She called him faintly, "What's happening?" And just like that his urge to hurt disappeared. Beautiful and River went away. He sighed, his orbs sauntering over the contours of her soft jawline. "They're afraid you're going to tell someone about us, they think I'm trying to hurt...us.."He flinched. He hated how weak he sounded. Showing weakness was foreign to him.

"I won't. Tell them I would never think of doing that to you." She replied, her tone comforting him a bit. "Good."He said. He didn't want to think of how he'd have to make her pay if she did. No one was going to hurt them, not anymore unless it was self-inflicted. She pat his leg one last time and then moved to place her hand on her lap. Neither of them said anything more after that. She soon retrieved her laptop again and began to work as if he appeared no different to her. She was the first person he'd ever seen not try to poke and probe him like a makeshift science project. She carried on like he hadn't told her a thing. Again, it was kind of comforting to his well being.