paint || c.h

thoughts

"what was that?" calum's voice filled the silence. it had been completely silent since the beast had left.

i shrug and try to move past him, but he doesn't let me. "you aren't going anywhere until you answer me. out loud." he crosses his arms.

i shake my head and mentally send him an i can't through my thoughts, which would never work. but i wish it did.

"what the hell?" he whisper-shouts. what was he talking about?

"how did you do that?" he asks, making me freeze.

what do you mean? my thoughts try to send to him again. his arms form goosebumps and his eyes widen.

"that." he whispers.

it worked?

"yes, now you have two things to explain to me."

get me a notepad.

"fine. i'll be right back." he huffs.

how did that work? i know i was smarter than most people, but i can send people thoughts? how does that even happen? i must be imagining things, and so must he. apparently everyone was mad here, but i was no alice. alice was sweet, and she actually talked.

"i'm back." he hands me the board and black pen we had used earlier. i began to write.

first question, it's very complicated.

second question, it's also very complicated. it confuses me.

my neat handwriting showed on the board.

"how is it complicated? can you just not talk? are you unable to talk?" he asks many questions.

no, i can talk. i just choose not to.

"you choose not to? why did you do that?" he sounds shocked, and i don't blame him. apparently communication is normal in this society. but not to me. i never had friends to communicate with.

because. when i talk to people they usually disappear. i don't want that to happen to anyone else. alright?

"oh. alright. i don't want to disappear." he answers.

hell yeah you don't.

-rileigh-