Hate & love

Chapter 36

My eyes close and I feel drowsiness take over. I start to drift off, but I just can't.

The door creaks open and I hear quiet footfalls. I turn my head towards the door.

"Oh, good your awake." The same person from earlier says.

"What happened?" The sleepiness is clear in my voice.

"We're not really sure, you just passed out. We think you probably couldn't cope with anything, you just passed out." He says nonchalantly.

"How are you being calm, i probably would've died." I hiss at him.

"I don't think so." He answers as he comes over. "I'm gonna take your IV out, it might hurt."

"Don't worry, I'm used to it." I say the last part quietly.

I feel him rip the IV out fast. My arm starts to throb, and he quikly bandages the wound.

"All done, you can get up now." He half smiles.

I get up and wait for what he says next.

"Let's get back to your room, okay?"

I nod.

We go towards my room and once there he unlocks the door and waits for me to go in, and locks it back up.

Sleep

"I can't, besides i was just sleeping, 5 minutes ago."

Just sleep, we'll let you.

"Fine."

I laid on my bed, closing my eyes. I started to drift, but I couldn't sleep

"You lied."

I heard a knock at my door.

"Time for lunch." I heard the door unlock.

I got up and brushed my hair with my fingers so I wouldn't look as crazy as I did.

I ran out of my room.

I went to the room I knew as "Hate's".

I saw him come out.

"Wait up!" I called out to him. He turned around.

I ran up to him.

"Hi." He said.

"Hey, haha. I'm tired." I say out of breath.

"You barely ran." He laughed.

"I'll hit you. But then I'd probably be locked back up in my room."

"Haha." He mocked me.

"Don't make me." I showed my balled fist.

"Let's just go get food, I'm hungry." He smiled.

Finally.

"Yeah we should, someone won't shut up. And it's not you." I laugh.

We walked to cafeteria,  and got in line.

The person in front of us was talking to themselves.

"Trapped, tormented, Tsk Tsk Tsk, we must wait." He said.

"I've never seen how weird it is to talk to yourself, but i guess we do it." Hate said.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked.

"Either he's like us, or split personality disorder, maybe multiple personality disorder. I don't know." He answers.

"Oh, ok. Where are we supposed to even sit, everyone's hostile here."

"Are you hostile?" He asks mockingly.

"Yep. No I'm joking."

"Maybe you're the most hostile one here, how would you know?"

"Only if you set me off."

We got our food and sat down by ourselves.