Transcending the boundaries

It's Not Right

Groaning, I flop onto my bed, hands over my face. I just shouldn't have even gone to the stupid get-together. Stupid light and stupid dark. Stupid sides. Stupid boundaries. Stupid stupid stupid! Ugh!!
I sit up and chuck my pillow across the room before flopping back down on the bed. As I reach for my headphones, there's a gentle knock on the door.
"Go away Remus. I'm not in the mood," I call. When there's no answer, I growl softly and put my earbuds in. I don't feel like dealing with this right now. The knock doesn't repeat, so it's not Remus. Maybe it's Remy. Slowly, I stand and go to the door. Opening it, I find nobody. In fact, I only find a little plastic bag with a cookie in it. I furrow my eyebrows. Why would anyone just leave a cookie? Leave ME a cookie nonetheless? Slowly, I bend down and pick up the cookie. I look to the left and then to the right and find nobody. I'm about to go back into my room until--
"Hey p! Your turn!"
Groaning, I turn and find Remy walking towards me, Starbucks coffee in hand. He tousles my hair as he passes.
"Don't call me that..." I murmur. He doesn't hear. I sigh and gather my things, headed to the control room. You see, this is where our human, Thomas, is wired. This is where we guide him through his life. When I walk in, I find Remus there, along with Logan.
"Ah my partner in crime. Paranoia himself," Remus says. Logan just folds his arms. I wish I could say something as he gives me that dirty look.
No, no I'm not like that, I want to say. I'm not bad I promise. I want to protect Thomas like you and Patton and Roman! I'm not what they labeled me....
But instead, Logan scoffs and turns to the dashboard. I take my spot beside Remus and sigh heavily, knowing in my heart that this is not who I am. That this definitely isn't right.