Snippet #1683966

How could she prefer the quiet? It would never stop bothering you. Your sounds, your thoughts, everything seemed so loud. You couldn't make your own thoughts without the old ones coming back to haunt you. Though it may be nice for awhile, after quite some time, you've had enough thinking. You've had enough of everything, and wanted to go away from the silence as soon as you could. Too much silence made him feel sick.

Kylar clasped his hands together, staring down at his hands, not liking the feel of her eyes focusing on him. He turned his head away from her, hearing footsteps against the floor as she moved to sit down in front of him. Not only her footsteps, but also the quiet clicking of claws against the floor. She had her dog too...he never liked animals much, only because they seemed to hate him too. The cat wouldn't stop moving when he was playing with it.

He brought his blue-eyed gaze towards the dog, pushing himself further into the corner. He wasn't ever afraid of them, but would rather avoid them, afraid that there would be more consequences for even getting near one. He had the urge to take his anger out on the defenseless animal, but resisted from doing so. He would be in even more trouble, and never get out. They would all think he was insane, which he wasn't. He was perfectly fine, just angry at everyone.

Kylar pulled his hands apart, resting on hand on the wall and digging his fingers into it. He sighed quietly, turning his head and staring at the wall, not daring to make eye contact with her.

"You can let me out. I won't do anything again, I just wanted them to pay attention to me." The part about him not doing anything again, was obviously a lie. He wasn't able to control his anger, in the sentence, his voice had already raised a bit in volume, his hate for her and this place increasing. 'Them' was being his parents, they had completely neglected him. Never hurt him, but never liked him either. It was like he was invisible.

He took a risk, and looked over to her, his black hair falling in front of his eyes. Slowly, a weak smile spread across his lips as he began to speak again.

"Or I can just force you to let me out. I can rip your eyes out of your skull to show me the way, or take the dog so it can lead me out." He let out a soft, quiet laugh, but made no movement towards her. More threats, though he never went through with them.