CHAPTER #8 | Broken Up

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I still wasn't talking much even after I proved I could. I stayed away from Penny.

Yes, I was mad at her for leaving me with Jerome, but I avoided her because she, like everyone else here, was a murderer. The doctor told me I was getting better. I was going to be normal and normal people aren't friends with murderers.

Yes. That's why. Definitely no other reason.

Penny retaliated by giving me the cold shoulder. She went back to sitting with Jerome and Greenwood and the others while sat at my table and drew pictures to pass the time.

It had been a little over a week before Penny broke and sat across from me. "What the hell is your problem?" She said snarkly. "Why aren't you talking to me, or at least letting me hang out with you?"

I stayed silent.

"Well?" She pushed.

"I'm getting out of here." I spoke with my voice low like a whisper. Penny looked surprised. "I'm getting better and it's not good for me to hang out with you."

"No. That's not it." Penny scoffed. "It's not because of the doctor or your getting better. It's because you can't get past the fact I might've killed someone."

I stayed silent.

"Well did you ever think if they deserved it?" She questioned, growing angry. "I'm not a monster. I thought you of all people might've been able to understand that. But you're just like everyone else."

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