[Closed]King of Crazy

[dallas emery atkins]

She looked up at him and sighed. "Why don't we go sit in the staff room?" She asked, walking over to the desk and asking the librarian for the key. She opened the door, letting it close behind him. She sat on the table, looking up at him. She felt so bad for him, knowing he had been mistreated like her. She bit her lip, her eyes meeting his.

"Devon, come see.." She mumbled, opening her arms.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon stepped into the staff room with her, looking around as the door was closed. She opened her arms, speaking, and he stepped towards her quietly, glancing around again. Fingertips traced over one of her arms for a moment and he smiled at her faintly. "What?"

[dallas emery atkins]

She looked up at him, and smiled back. His fingers on her arm sent chills up her spine, not used to being touched there. Even Duskin avoided her arms, knowing they had burns on them. She stood up, cupping his cheek in her hand. She kissed him softly, then pulled away.

"You didn't feel anything?" She asked, looking up at him. She stroked his cheek gently with her thumb, wondering if he just didn't show emotions.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon blinked as her hand found his cheek and she kissed him. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel, but when she asked him, he lowered his gaze. Was he supposed to?
"No..." He whispered, voice hushed. "Am I supposed to?"

He chewed on his lip, gazing at her curiously with a tilt of his head. Eyes void of emotion. Guilt, shock, affection. Nothing there. "Sorry....I don't-..." And then something broke through, shame, humiliation. He swallowed.

[dallas emery atkins]

"Don't be sorry." She said, hugging him tightly. She sat back down on the table, looking up at him.

"You just don't like me, is all. I think you'll feel something when you find a girl you like." She said, smiling up at him. She hoped she could fix him, help him feel something to people, someone, anyone.

"If you can feel hate and fear, then you can feel love and security. It doesn't mean you're broken. It just means you haven't found someone you love, or feel safe around yet." She took his hand gently, squeezing it.

[devon splyce parker]

"I feel safe around you," He mumbled, lowering his gaze to their hands when she took his own. He gazed back up at her, then took a seat next to her, looking around. "Everybody else feels things, don't they?" He questioned. "You all say I need help....with what?"

He looked down at the floor blankly. "Why am I different Dallas? What's wrong with me?"

[dallas emery atkins]

"No, not everyone feels things." She said, lacing her fingers between his. "You just need help learning how to get along with others and not be so scared, is all. There's nothing wrong with you, Devon. You just were like me. You never got the chance to interact with other people. But I chose to stay away from people. You were forced to."

She tipped his head towards her so he would look at her. "You're a perfectly amazing person, Devon.. You have nothing wrong with you. You're just a little broken. But sometimes broken things are the best, because they can be fixed, and changed. I'm gonna help you feel. I want to know that one day you're gonna be happy with a job and a wife and whatever else it is you want. I want you to be happy." She stroked his cheek gently, looking up at him.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon gazed into her eyes as she spike. Any nirmal person would have seen beauty, felt something with the words she spoke. But he just...didn't. "Okay.." He mumbled when she first finished talking. "I dunno what happy is..." He lowered his gaze. "I think....when my dads are together...I think they're happy. But I know they're afraid. Of me...."

He glanced towards the door for a moment. "Dylan keeps me locked up though, he says I'll never be normal, that I should just die instead of trying. Sometimes I wonder if that's easier."

[dallas emery atkins]

"No one is normal, Devon. Everyone has something wrong with them. My brother? He doesn't feel like you. He said he fell in love once, and then she died. But he doesn't feel anything. Only hate towards people who hurt me. Everything else is just.. apathy. And my sister.. She tries to kill me every day. My mom was blind. And my dad.. He wasn't very smart. And me.. I'm scared of people, scared to fall in love.. So.. no one is 'normal'. We all have problems." She laid her head on his shoulder, wishing she knew some way to help him.

"Even if you never find love, you'll have me. I don't think anyone can love me." She heard a knock on the door, and looked up as Duskin walked in, nachos in his hands.

[devon splyce parker]

Apathy, love. He shook his head very slowly, felt her head on his shoulder. "People can love you," He murmured. "If you say Duskin does, then others can..." The words were again halting and unsure. He even questioned the things that came out of his own mouth. The knock on the door made him look back up at it from tracing the back of Dallas's hand with his thumb. This time Duskin came in with the nachos. He eyed his arm and throat for a moment like an animal might study its opponent after a fight. But now there was nothing towards him, no reaction at all. Only that trademark tilt of his head in response.