Demon

Walk

"I wasn't following you," He said quickly.

I gave him a you've-got-to-be-kidding-me-look and waited for the real answer.

I tapped my foot impatiently.

Ashton stared into my eyes long and hard, acting as if that's all he was going to say about the subject.

Then, he took a large breath in, and blew it out slowly.

"Ok, yes, I may have followed you," He said slowly.

I rolled my eyes.

"But, please, I just can't, just can't explain," He continoued, slightly tripping over his own words.

I scoffed and went to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm, stopping me.

My eyes met his hazel ones.

"Please, understand," He begged gently.

I don't know what it was, the look in his eyes, the sound of his voice, or just this instinct feeling I have, but I did.

I did believe him.

I nodded slowly.

He physically relaxed.

Finally, he released his hold of my arm, and looked around.

"So, do you like to read?" He asked running his fingers across a couple of book spines.

I shrugged and nodded.

For me, reading was an escape of the real world.

A way to escape my thoughts or my emotions.

"Hmmm, what else do you like to do?" He questioned looking over his shoulder at me.

I raised an eyebrow.

He sighed and shook his head, dropping it.

"Why don't you talk?" He asked stepping back in front of me.

I stayed quiet and looked down at the floor.

"Is it just me or..." His voice trailed off.

I shook my head.

"Something else?" He asked.

I nodded, keeping my head down.

Actually, I didn't really have a reason.

I just decided not to talk as soon as I started talking here.

Maybe, it's because of all the bullying I went through in middle school.

Maybe, it's because every time I've spoken, I'm always made fun of.

No, I don't have a stutter or a weird sounding voice, it's just that I speak my mind.

I don't exactly have a filter, just say whatever comes to mind.

It didn't help me, so I just decided to stop talking all together.

Also probably did help that my parents would beat me anytime I spoke without being spoken to first.

Tears pricked at my eyes as the memories came back.

I don't know how, but Ashton say the tears, and put a finger under my chin, tilting it up so he could see my face.

"If you ever do decided to speak," He said softly. "Even if it's once, will you tell me why?"

I bit my lip while I contemplated his question.

Though, it was kind of hard to think when this feeling was coursing through my body from his touch.