Infinitely Mistaken (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 5

Yeah, okay, sorry ;U;

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Pulling the hood up of my hoodie, I relaxed back against the back of the bench, my legs splayed out before me. It was nice outside, a little breezy, but still better than being inside the institute. I don’t know why Dr. Kendall still insisted on taking me out for our talks, it was unheard of for a doctor to do such a thing.

               We sat in silence; I slouched on the bench while he sat upright, his hands knitted together in his lap. My eyes moved over to him involuntarily, taking in his silhouette as people passed by in front of us. With observant eyes, I noticed a faded scare above his right eye and curiosity peaked inside of me.

               Speaking hesitantly, my eyes staring into the ground, I asked him softly with my gruff voice, “Where did you get that scar?” I could feel him twist in his seat to look at me, the abrupt movement letting me know that he was surprised by my question.

               He cleared his throat, “Well…” out of the corner of my eyes I saw him move his arm and finger the scar, almost like he had forgotten about it, “I got it when I was younger. A past boyfriend took things a little too far,” he said vaguely and I glanced up at him.

               “Sorry,” I mumbled, my eyes roaming the side of his face. He shrugged and his mouth twisted in distaste.

               “It’s alright. What’s in the past is in the past.”

               I snorted, weird words for a psychiatrist to say. Wouldn’t they insist on people sharing their emotions and facing things like that? He turned to me again but I continued looking down. There was something white on my combat boot and I leaned forward to brush it off, the back of my hoodie riding up slightly. Chewing on my lip and I sat back again, my shoe clean of the white speck, I tilted my head back, squinting up at the sky.

               “Is it alright if I ask you a question, Ian?” I flicked my eyes to him, his eyes staring at me intently and I shrugged, looking back up at the sky. Dr. Kendall sighed, “Why do you wear black?”

               I frowned. Wasn’t it obvious that I wore black because it made me blend, not stand out. I don’t deserve to be noticed, to be cared for. Not after what I had done. Not after I had killed my sister. Without replying, I stood up, my hands stuffed in my pockets as I calmly made my way back towards the institute.

               I heard the sound of cloth bunching together and the Dr. Kendall’s loud footsteps behind me. Did he have to walk so loud? Hibernating bears could probably hear him.

               Shaking my head, I stared down at my silent feet, wondering when my footsteps had become so quiet.

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               I crept along the staircase, my hands bunched in the backpack I held in front of me as I quietly stepped down another dangerous step. I chewed on my already swollen lip, the familiar habit soothing as I listened for my mother’s footsteps.

               A breath of relief escaped me as I reached the last step, my shoulders sagging as the sight of the front door came into view. Moving quickly, I headed for the door, my eyes still nervously searching for my mother’s form, the threat of her shouting at me and glaring still on my mind.

               It wasn’t abnormal for my mom to sit in the living room, waiting for me as I got ready for school. I came to think that the mornings were her favorite time of the day. She got all of her pent up anger out and she got to see me crumble into a weeping piece of crap right before her.

               It took the first few months for me to figure out that if I walked silently, then she wouldn’t notice me leave. Which was the case today, thankfully.

               I stepped out of the house with a sigh and hurried down the driveway and towards school, hoping that today would be better than the last…

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               My head hit the pillow with a slap, exhaustion overwhelming me as I rolled onto my back, staring up at my friend, the ceiling. A soft sigh left my lips as I rubbed my tired eyes, the past few days getting to me.

               This is the most I have interacted with anybody in the past years that I have been here and my throat was absolutely killing me.

               The sound of our room opening interrupted my thoughts and I craned my neck to look at the intruder, my face blank like it usually was. Uninterested, I rested my head once again on my pillow, ignoring Jude.

               “Hey,” he said softly, walking towards his bed. I grunted in response, and kicked off my boots, the sound of them hitting the floor echoing through our room. I heard bedsprings and assumed he was sitting on his bed, probably staring at me.

               I stayed still, not wanting to put up the effort of caring about what was wrong. I liked the kid, he was still cute, but I was so tired and I didn’t want to have to deal with anyone else’s problems at the moment.

               “Uh… I-Ian?” I breathed through my nose loudly and cracked an eye open to stare at him. He blushed, causing me to curse inside my head at how cute he looked with his rosy cheeks, “Are… are you mad at me?” he blinked his eyes at me.

               I groaned internally and ran a hand down my face, sighing. I shook my head and stared at him, telling him with my eyes I’ve just had a bad day.

               He seemed to understand and he smiled brightly, some of his hair falling into his face as he bounced lightly on his bed. My lips pulled up slightly in a grin, his excitement contagious, and I closed my eyes, relaxing against the bed.

               “Are you going to sleep?”

               Opening both of my eyes this time, I flicked my eyes in annoyance over to him.

               He bit his lip and bunched his hands together, his eyes trained on his lap. It was almost like he wanted to ask me something but was too afraid to say it.

               Rolling my eyes, I waved a hand impatiently for him to go ahead and ask me.

               He looked up and rubbed the back of his neck, his voice soft, “C-Can… I possibly sleep w-with you?” seeing my horrified look, he quickly waved his hands, “No, no, not like that! I just… I woke up in the middle of the night and there was this girl and she was... really scary… and I couldn’t fall back to sleep and… I feel,” he gulped, taking a huge breath, “I feel really safe with you for some reason…”

               My expression softened and my heart accelerated while I nodded, pulling the covers aside so that he could climb in. He quickly moved over to me and I moved over, allowing him plenty of room. Closing my eyes again as I felt him settle next to me, I felt a head lay on my chest and I opened my eyes in surprise. Finding Jude lying on my chest felt… oddly strange. He shifted a bit and wrapped his arms around my waist, his face buried into me.

               My lips tilted upwards as I wrapped an arm around him. Jude’s soft breaths reached my ears and I closed my eyes, falling asleep surprisingly warm and comfortable.