Hate & love

Chapter 29

We went to the guest room, or mine, and i got out something dry, he left so I could change, and when I finished I went back out.

"What, now? You've already persuaded me, not to hurt myself and to stay here, so tell me. What am I even supposed to do here?" I say.

"Woah, calm down. I don't know, just do what you'd do at your place, minus self harm." He tries to be clear at the last part.

"I didn't really do much, just what my mom made me do." I shrug my shoulders,  while saying this.

"Oh, then just talk to me."

"I don't want to."

"Why not? Just talk to me."

"I really don't want to."

"Please."

"No."

"Pretty, please, will you talk to me?"

"Fine, someone's being persistent."

"Yes, someone is. It's you." He pokes my arm

"No it isn't, and i agreed to talk to you, so hurry."

"Fine, tell me. Why wouldn't you tell anyone about your mom, before?"

"I don't want to talk about that. Okay?"

"But I wanna know, please."

"Just because I didn't think anyone would believe me. And guess what. No one did. Only you did, and that's different."

"How, so?"

"You know that. Please, I don't want to talk anymore. Can I just go nap or something? It's been a long day, already."

"Sure, good night." He gets up and leaves.

"Night."

I slammed the door, and i went right to the bed.

I shut my eyes tight, and put my hands over them. I was just thinking about everything that's happened in the last couple of days.

I hate myself. What's my problem, why would I even tell anyone about my mom?

I'm stupid, that's what. I should have kept it to myself.

But, of course, i did not. I just had to share to world, and i didn't do much. Atleast she learned I was able to stab her.

Haha, that was pretty fun.

What is wrong with me? No, no, stabbing people is not fun.

Who is who? Am I you, or are you me?

I know what's wrong with me, don't you hear me?

"Yes I hear you. Now be quiet, i don't wanna talk right now."

You should really go kill someone, stabbing mom was fun.

"Yes, it was, but it also wasn't nice." This is a fun conversation.

Do you want to know who you can stab without criminal charges?

"Eh, why not?"

Stab yourself, no don't do that. Stab, stab, oh, go stab your boyfriend.

"He isn't my boyfriend, stupid."

I would know, I'm you, alright, so don't try.

"Why would I stab him? I'd rather stab myself."

Have him stab you, he'd like to do it. Pain is great for the both of you. You can laugh at it, he can laugh at you. Hahaha, pain is weird, huh? Just a reminder not to do that. Yet your brain makes you think differently of it.

"Not really, sometimes you have to accept pain really doesn't exist more than you guys, just in my head."

We're actually real, that's why you don't know when we will talk.

"That isn't true."

Alphanumeric! Ha, did you know i was gonna say that? No. Ha, we are real!

"How am I supposed to know your were gonna say such a random word?"

Normal people would

"So, that was just random."

You should just go to sleep, you're annoying.

"You're annoying."

See, she's annoying.

"Fine, good night!"