Unforgivable

Talk To Me

As he continued to pry, I stared out into the dark abyss of his very untidy room. He had been asking questions for hours and it was starting to get annoying.

He seemed like he really wanted to know, but I kept my mouth shut, like the pussy I am.

"Talk to me," he said.

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does."

"Just piss off," I said. I walked over to the door and attempted to open it.

"Then tell me. Tell me and I'll leave you alone," Luke said leaning against the door.

"I do it for attention," I lied as I continued to try to open the door.

"Thats not it and you know it."

"You don't even know me."

"I know that you keep to yourself. That you hid everything from everyone. I know that you love those fuckers who do those things to you-"

"You dont know shit."

"Then enlighten me. Tell me the truth this time."

"You really want to know."

"Yes."

"It feels good. I can't feel it and that feels good. Its like art on my skin. When I was younger my brother and I made a promise that we would never give up on each other. So I didn't. He told me to do what I love. I love art."

"That isn't art you idiot."

"And what the bruises you caused are."

"Stop bringing that up."

"Why? Why? Are you ashamed that something you did daily wasn't really much different from my everyday life? No thats not it. You felt like a big man when you did it."

"Shut up."

"Were you sad that you weren't my first? No that's not it."

"Shut up-"

"Why? I have to re-live everything everyday. At school and at home but you can't do it unless you're causing me pain?"

"No. That's not why."

"Then why? I did nothing to you. If I did I'm sorry. Really but honestly-"

"Stop it."

"Why?" I said getting up close. He looked me in the eyes.

"Because you dont know me."

*Time Skip*

We sat in the room. We were watching a show called Ridiculousness and we were having alot of fun. After our argument he started to hug me and I started to push him away. He then through me on the bed and started tickling me. I still feel sick from that.

"I have a question," he announced.

"No," I said not removing my eyes from the TV.

"You haven't even heard it yet."

"The last question you had led to tickling. No."

"Please," he said between soft laughs.

"What?"

"Do you like me?"

"I mean I guess. Since we're decently cool now. You seem pretty nice. Except a few minutes ago I would have been very happy if a b-"

"Thats not what I meant."

"Oh."