I don't want to know this person, I'll just end up dead right along side her.. almost like with my ex but, there's something tugging at me, something  telling me, I should trust this girl, she wouldn't just up and walk away. But that's just a hope, a dream. One I shouldn't be having.

"So what's your favorite color?"

Why is she asking me this. Does, does she want.. to know me better? Does she like me? No, that's insane, if she actually knew why I was here for her, she would be screaming murderer at me, running, not having a nice dinner with me.

"Black. and Red."

"Why?"

"Blood, and I perfer to wor.. stay in the dark."

"Oh, my favorite color is blue and dark purple. the were my mom's favorite colors."

"Did she leave you and your dad at an early age?"

"No, she died when I was 5.. then my dad remarried a horrible woman who abused me, the typical cinderella story...and I don't want your pity either."

"Don't worry I wasn't gonna' give you any."

"Really? Why?"

"Yeah. My mom died during labor, and my dad shot himself in the head 5 years later, while I was watching. Why?"

I look at her sarcastically, not really asking why..just mimicking.

" Oh, Well everyone I meet, and choose to share that with always say's crap like 'oh, you poor thing, i'm sorry.' or tell me 'how much of a miracle child I am'. I've always wondered if they would tell me that if they knew I worshipped the Devil."

"So your a Satanist?"

"Uhm, yeah. don't want to be my friend anymore?"

"We we're never friends to begin with."

"Oh."

"Sorry, that sounded mean. i just mean't  that we hardley even know each other, i mean besides you know my favorite color, and that i'm an orphan , and I know your favorite colors, you were abused,your name, and that your dad shot your best friend, and your Trans"

I think I hit her nerve with those last words because her head shoots up and looks me dead in the eyes with the meanest look she could muster.

"So you know He shot my friend, what else did he tell you? did he tell you that my "friend" was my girlfriend? or that the night before I ran away he was beating me to death? WELL! WHAT DID HE TELL YOU?!"

"Lower you voice, you'll get us kicked out, and then I'l have to explain to Katherine why you were yelling! and no, he didn't tell me that stuff. just that your trans, your name's rain, and you stole his valuables."

"Oh...I.. I'm sorry i yelled at you."

"It's fine, are you done eating?"

"Yeah."

"Good, let's go.."

yay! child abuse...