Insanity

Chapter 7

Does he care about me? Is that even possible? No..no, he doesn't care about me, why would he? God, I'm confused... "We're here, doll." he says, looking over at me. I look up at him and nod my head. We stare into each other's eyes for a while, before I look away and turn red. "Are you, uh, okay, doll?" he whispers. "I'm fine." I mumble, looking down at my hands. He lifts my chin so I'm looking into his eyes again, "Are you, uh, sure?" He whispers leaning closer to my face. "I....I...I'm s-sure" I stutter. He chuckles and lets go of my chin. I look down again and he gets out of the van, walking around to help me out. He opens the door and grabs my arm gently. He helps me out of the van and I look down at where his hand is on my arm, where I can see some of my old scars. Scars from too many nights left alone. Scars from never being good enough for my parents, or anyone else for that matter. His eyes follow mine, then his hand slides down my arm to my wrist. I look at my feet, shame washing over me like a tidal wave. "You did that?" he asks. I nod my head yes, and a tear slides down my nose as I remember all the nights I spent alone. "Why did you, uh, do it?" He asks, running a gloved finger over one of my scars. "I'm a freak..." I whisper, finally looking up. He meets my eyes. "And uh why do you say that?" he asks, I can see anger in his eyes. I look down at my feet then look back up, into his eyes. "Well, that's what I've been told my whole life. By everyone. Everyone who found out." I mutter. "Found out what?" he asks. "What I can do." I whisper, looking away. "What, uh, what can you do?" he asks, sounding confused. I look back at him and smile a little. "Lots of things." I say. "Like what?" He asks. I chuckle, "You sure you want to know?" I ask. "Yes I'm sure! If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have asked." he says. "Okay. You asked for it." I say, then laugh. "Lets go inside and I'll show you. I don't wanna do it out here." I mumble. He looks at me and starts laughing, "Gee, doll...I wasn't expecting....things to move...quite so fast. "He manages to say between laughs. I feel my face turn red, "That's not what I m-meant." I say. He stops laughing for a second, then he takes one look at my face, and bursts into laughter again. "Your face is the color of a tomato, doll." he says when he stops laughing. "Shut up." I mutter looking down. "Why so serious, dollface?" he asks. I ignore him. "Can we just go inside?" I ask. "Sure thing, beautiful. I feel my face turn red again and he laughs as he opens the door.