Insanity

insanity - 18

My first though is: how does she know Ander? and the second: how can I help her? 

I glance around for a second, looking to see if anybody is watching us, they aren't; this part of the corridor is empty. 

"How do you know Ander?" I ask

She looks at me then, the panic still holding her captive yet she's studying me, trying to figure out if I'm a friend or foe I suppose; well you can't be too careful in a place like this. 

She starts to wring her hands, a nervous habit? I wouldn't know I don't do that, I just get completely absorbed in my brain and somehow manage to get restrained in the process, never fun at all; come to think of it I don't remember doing anything remotely fun in the last couple of years. I shake my head, now is not the time to retreat back into my mind. 

"How do you know Ander?" She asks me. 

"Um, that's possibly a really good question and a really bad question, so I'll stick with this answer, I don't know." I shrug. Her eyes start to fill with tears, what's wrong, what did I say?

"But he's supposed to be here, he's supposed to be here, he's supposed to stop them." She falls to the ground and holds her hands to her ears, shaking, rocking back and forth all in a matter of seconds. It's making me scared. 

"Stop who?"

"Stop them, them, he's supposed to stop them, he always does, he supposed to stop them." Her words start to mix together, they almost become unintelligible, and yet I understand her, for some reason I do. But then she starts to cry and it is unbearable, her crying, her suffering. How can I possibly help her?

"What did you do?" Demands a voice behind me and I recognise it instantly, Ander. I slowly turn around, worried, he's voice is angry and all kinds of upset; he's eyes flash with a rage I hadn't ever thought he'd be capable of and all I can think is, I'm going to die.