Sociopath- Sketch x reader

Chapter 4

"Y/n" I wake up to someone calling my name.

"Elijah what are you doing? It's still dark." He smirks and sit on my bed beside me.

"Well are you going to answer my question?" I say as we both just sit there in the dark.

I pull out my phone and check the time. I immediately squint at the bright light that it emits. 2:30 am. He just sits there quietly, not even looking at me.

"What are you doing here?" I ask and I move closer to him. He shrugs his shoulders and dodges my question.

"We have to do something" is all he says before grabbing my hand and leading me out of my room and all the way to the front door. I don't know what he's doing but for some reason I don't question it at all. He puts his hood up and hides his hands in the pockets of his pink and white hoodie since its cold. I see air rise in front of my face from how cold it is. I put my hands in my hoodie pockets and continue to walk by his side. "Hey are you ok?" I ask while looking down at my feet as they hit the dark pavement with every step.  He just looks down and shrugs.

"Is this about your mom?" I ask sympathetically. He shakes his head no.

"I don't mourn." Is all he says. A long time ago, a year before I became friends with Ethan and Elijah, their mom died. Ethan was very sensitive about it still and Elijah just never spoke about her. Sub, who knew them before me (and the rest of the pals) tells me that Elijah used to be way different. He apparently used to be super sensitive and sweet. it's not like he isn't sweet now but he just isn't the most empathetic person.

"Tell me what's wrong please" i tug at his arm and he just rolls his eyes.

"I dont know, y/n. You just help me. Ok?" I slowly nod and look back down at my feet.

"Well where are we going." I ask hoping he doesn't get mad at me. When he gets annoyed, he yells.

"I don't know" we continue to walk

We walk for a good half hour before he grabs my hand and drags me up a hill. The park? I give him a confused look but i just stay silent. I walk over to the swings and I sit down.

"You can tell me. You know..if your not ok." I look down at my feet dragging back and forth on the wood chips below. He sits down beside me and stays silent. The cold air turns my face red as it continues to numb my skin.

"Listen. I don't know. I can't explain to you what's going on. I can't explain how I feel, I really can't." He looks ashamed. I question what he had just told me. I get it though, I guess. I nod my head and look up at the night sky. We sit in silence for a long time. I don't want to say anything. It feels like he just needs to be around someone rather than wanting to talk about it. He shakes me out of my thoughts when I see him get up and gesture for me to go with him. I walk over, confused of what he was doing. I watched as Elijah pulled out a sharpie. He walks over to the slide of the children's park. My eyes follow the movement of the marker as he writes three words on the side of the tubed slide. We were here. I wanted to stop him from graffitiing but I just stood there, mesmerized. He slowly takes the marker off of the plastic slide and stares down at what he had just created.

"Elijah what are you doing?" I walk over to him and take the sharpie out of his hand. His hand falls back down to his side and he just continues to stare at it.

"Well. I didn't write our names so its ok we won't get caught" he looks up at me.

"It's still wrong. That's graffiti" I say and I start to walk out of the park, him following close behind.

"So?" Is all that came out of his mouth. I roll my eyes and I brush it off. We both walk back to my house, taking another 30 minutes. I walk through my door and hold it open for Elijah who's behind me.

"Well goodnight I guess" He holds the door while he leaves. He winks causing me to blush while my face still thaws from the cold air. I say goodnight and head to my room. I take out my phone to check the time. 3:00?!. I flop into my bed and fall asleep right away.