Psycho; an abnormal state of mind

0.1 Timothy

The silence filled the air one again as time went by. All that was heard were the deafening sounds of subways echoed throught the dark place, along with the small, irritating sounds of mice exploring beyond. I felt impassive. Usually, I'd go for a stroll once or twice but an outlandish feeling just told me to sit. To think.
I thought about my mother. I missed the tender embraces of hers. It was difficult for my thoughts to head down that road so I shook them off and they drifted of towards God. The God almighty everyone speaks of. Psh. Where was he two years ago?
Almighty my ass.

Small steps interrupted my thoughts quickly turning my attention towards the noises. There before me stood a pale girl, her blue eyes gazed down at me where I sat. I gulped and without a word, looked away.
"Hello." She mumbled softly.
"What to you want?" I replied coldly, fidgeting with my fingers. Her voice was so calm as she neared me.
I looked back at her to see her now sitting beside me.
"What are you doing?" I questioned.
"I am sitting down, what does it seem like?" She whispered with an 'obvious' tone. I scoffed and stood onto my numb feet.
"Well unless you don't understand that I want to be alone, I will break it down for you. I. Want. To. Be. Alone."
Her elementary look once I said that, confused me very much.
"Some people just enjoy the solitary company." I said before clearing my throat.
"Lies. No body likes the feeling of being lonley. I don't appreciate liars." She smirked.
"And I don't appreciate you sitting beside me out of nowhere when I don't know whether you are sanitary or not." I sighed.
"Care to explain to me why your alone?" She asked to suddenly.
"No."
I rapidly turned not interested in explaining something that she wont even believe. Something that is personal. For god sake, I dont know her name.
I continued my walk before feeling a light tug on my shoulder.
"I am Charlotte James. Storytime."

I groaned and furrowed my eyebrows. If she is asking for it, why not?
She patted a spot on the floor beside her after sitting down. Yet another sigh escape my lips, although I obey and sit next to the strange girl named Charlotte.
I wanted to avoid every girl this past few years based on the incident but this girl, I understand will not be satisfied with my disappearence and will continue her pain in the ass comments so might as well freak her out a bit.
I sat distant enough for me to feel just the oddest of comfortable.
She smiled softly at me, though I did not give one in return, for I only new her name. Her title.
"Go on." She whispered.
"Well don't be scared, darling."
She gazed at me blankly once again and I continued on with the story.
"I'm a bit of a 'mad man'. I killed someone I adored and well now here I am, halfway across the country whete i used to live hiding from whoever finds me. They blamed it on my older brother. He actually took the blame.."
Her face again, read no emotion as though cold-blooded. It became quiet, though the silence seemed so loud. She stared at me as if studying my every move and feature.
"What's your name?" She asked ever so quietly.
"Timothy. Timothy Evans." I stated.
She smirked brightly before standing up before me.
"I dont recommend being alone, timothy. It certainly is not the best. But you can choose whether you want that 'solitary company' you speak of.
Charlotte reached out her soft hands forward allowing them to meet mine, before standing me onto my feet, once agian. "And what if i choose to have that company?"
She rolled her eyes before giggling. "Then you can come with me, mad man."