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"You're not normal, are you?"

Mina turned to sit on the bed sideways, her legs crossed and facing Michael. She cocked her head to the side.

"Neither are you," Michael argued.

"But if you were aware of someone wanting to kill you... you would- a normal person wouldn't watch them sleep- which is creepy, by the way- and wait for them to wake up and want to know them. that's just- that's just-..."

"Stupid? dumb? ridiculous?" michael finished for her.

"All that and worse!" she exclaimed. She couldn't believe this boy.

Mina had woken up properly now, and just grew more and more perplexed. She should be panicking and screaming and sobbing and killing by now. But she just wasn't.

She was glad Michael stayed with her. She was glad he wasn't normal.

This was bad. She was a walking contradiction. Nothing good could come out of this.

"Fair enough," Michael sighed. "I don't care though,"

"No, Michael. You should. You need to, I-" Mina began to get a little panicky, but not in the he needs to die way. "Please don't try to know me,"

"But i want to! I like you, Mina. And i know that's stupid because we don't really know each other, but i want to be your friend, i want to help-"

"No!" Mina shouted, standing up. She was barely taller than Michael even when he was sat on her bed. "You can't, Michael. It will hurt more."

"What will? more than the fact that you have tried to kill me twice already?"

"It will hurt more because i will get attached to you and when i kill you it will be worse to deal with, okay?" Mina sounded exasperated. that was the worst sentence she'd ever said, but it was true. She knew he would die because of her one day. She was too hard to control.

"So you'd rather kill a random and not grieve than try to stop yourself killing a friend? someone that wants to help? and how do you know you will kill me, anyway? this is bullshit, Mina!" Michael grew angrier and angrier. He was acting like a brat that had just been told he couldn't have something- he regretted every word that left his mouth.

"Michael! listen to me! i'm dangerous. I can't be controlled! Do you think i want to hurt you at all?"

Suddenly, Mina's face contorted in pain. The fear and anger bubbled up inside her. She could feel her hands clench, her nails leaving crescents indented in her palms. She couldn't think straight, but her main thought was that of murder.

But this time it was different. She could breathe- she was calm, and she didn't want to scream or cry. She wanted to kill him. He needed to die.

Quickly, she grabbed the mirror and smashed it against the wall, watching the shards of broken glass fall to the floor. She stooped to pick a large, sharp piece up, not caring about the cuts it created in her hands.

She lunged at michael who stepped back just in time. He was scared.

A growl left Mina's mouth as she ran to him, stabbing and punching at the air. Michael fell onto the bed and she clambered on top of him, stabbing and clawing wildly. Her home-made dagger never found a destination apart from the mattress of the bed, though it did graze michael occasionally.

Her panic began to set in- it was like her arm wasn't her own. Michael was struggling beneath her, trying to grab her wrists before she could really hurt him.

Mina grew more and more frustrated- why couldn't he stop moving? Why couldn't she manage to sink the glass into his flesh?

Michael was screaming and crying for help. He was truly afraid. She showed no sign of restraint, only anger- he wanted her to stop.

"Mina, Mina..." he begged, trying to get her attention, but he failed.

Her hand flew down and hit the mattress inches above his head. Then, she began to cry and suddenly everything slowed down. She let go of the dagger, it stayed upright where it was pushed into the mattress.

She slowly rolled off michael- extremely slowly- and michael tried to catch his breath. As she moved away from him, it looked like she was fighting with herself.

She was crying harshly, her body trembled from where it was curled up on the floor. Michael rushed to her, getting a small sense of deja vu, placing his hand on her side. She jumped a little. "It's okay," he soothed.

"No!" she sobbed. "I can't do it- i can't-" she repeated quickly. "I need to, i need to..."

Mina could barely breathe through this conversation she was having with herself. Her head hurt so bad- too much was happening. Michael's hand felt so heavy- it felt like he was crushing her ribs. This scared her more.

She tried to calm down and Michael whispered promises of everything being okay in her ear, but it was hard. Her hands were huddled into her chest, and she was covered in a fair amount of blood; some her's, some michael's.

Michael stayed by her until she could breathe better, but she was still crying. He moved away a little bit.

She turned around to him.

"see?" She whispered.

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