What's In Your Mind? (Krii7y) ✔️

Chapter 22

(Jaren's pov)

I don't understand what's happening right now.

One second I'm having a peaceful walk throughout the park, looking for my friend, and the next second, I'm tied to a tree.

I hear voices, but I can't make out what they're saying. My thoughts are too loud.

All of a sudden the bandanna is pulled off my face. I look around before I see two figures, both dressed in full black.

One of the guys starts to talk.

"Jaren Smith, right?" He sounds like he's straining his voice to make it sound deeper, it's kinda amusing, but I definitely don't think now is the time to be laughing.

The guy claps, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodd a yes to answer his question.

The other guy starts to talk.

"We don't want to hurt you, we just have a few questions for you." His voice sounds strained to be deeper, like the other guy, but he has a slight accent. It reminds me of Craig.

I nodd again.

"You have a mouth, use it." The taller one snaps.

"Y-yea ok."

One chuckles, "Nervous, are we?"

"Seeming as I'm tied against a tree, and terrified for my life, yea, I'm pretty fucking nervous." I speak up.

The shorter one kicked my leg.

"Language."

I cut straight to the chase, "You said said you had questions, so ask away instead of wasting my time."

One rolled his eyes.

"Ok, fine." He looked at the other guy and nodded his head.

"Are you depressed?"

I'm not going to lie, that caught me a bit off guard. Even the shorter one looked a bit confused by the question. I was expecting something cliché like, 'where were you the night of the fiftieth?' Or 'who hired you to kill whoever?' But nah, this is worse than that.

I might as well give in, it's not like he's gonna track down my friends and rat me out for being sad 24/7, what's the worst that can happen?

"You could say that."

The guy looks at me with a bit of sympathy for a second, but it quickly disappears,

"Why?"

This is actual torture.

"Hold up a second, why do you need to know this shit?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Oh wouldn't you like to know."

I give him that look, "Yea, that's sorta why I asked."

He looked annoyed, "The information is for a friend, but that's none of your business."

I rolled my eyes.

"Now, back to my question, why are you depressed?"

"What are you, a therapist?" I sass.

That must've pissed him off.

"Just answer the damb question!"

"Ok, ok." I took a deep breath in. "There's a few reasons, it'll take a while to explain."

"We've got plenty of time."

Welp, this is it.

"First of all, my parents are literal demons, and no, it's not because I'm in that 'I hate my parents' phase. They starve me, they beat me, and they neglect my basic human rights. They might have papers and shit that show that I belong to them, but I'm in no way a part of their family, or whatever you want to call it."

The taller one looks curious.

"And why is that?"

Now this really does feel like therapy.

"I'm adopted."

"Are you sure you're not just over exaggerating?"

I stare at him in disbelief.

"Do I look stupid to you?"

He stays silent.

"I think it's pretty obvious to me that my parents aren't your normal caregivers. Hell, I don't even know what they do for a living." I sigh.

"Ok, well let's move on to another reason."

I'm hating this, but for all I know, these guys could have guns, or even people. All they're doing is asking questions, they're no real threat...yet.

"The second reason is probobly the way people see me."

The guy looked confused. "How so?"

"Well, for one, my friends beraly talk to me anymore, until recently, they've looked at me like I'm an animal locked in a cage. They look at me with sympathy, but don't help, because they know anything they do won't change anything."

The taller looked a bit taken back, but signaled for me to keep going.

"And it's not just my friends who look at me with sympathy, it's everyday peope too. I know I look ugly as shit all the time bu-"

"Don't say that about yourself." The taller cut me off.

I chucked. "That sounds a little funny coming out if your mouth during this situation."

"Whatever, just carry on with your story."

I sighed. "Point is, people look at me, they feel bad for me, they see I'm in pain, yet they don't do jackshit about it, they see it and then carry on with their day. When it's all over, they won't even notice that gone." I give an obvious fake smile.

"I think I've heard enough on this topic, now tell me about something more...physically damaging you deal with."

Ima gouge this guy's eyes out when I'm not tied to this damb tree.

A/N- Hello! This is a bit late, forgive me, I forgot what day of the week it was oops. I honestly don't know what I'm doing to this story, but I just hope it's decent enough for public eye to read. Before I wrote this, I had to write an essay, and it's sorta hard to get out of that specific mindset. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Bye!