Xelyn Craft
Anxious Trash
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Cain fell even further into silence as the man mentioned drug abuse. At first he was disgusted with the man for being like that but soon it was made clear that it was obviously against his will. The teen's mouth fell open slightly as he processed what had been said. ...How horrible... Cain's own mother wasn't a loving woman either but she never did anything to him. She distinctly did nothing, which was bad, but he supposed it wasn't nearly as bad as what this man's mother did to him. Still, it was strange thinking of someone else having gone through abuse, even if it wasn't in exactly the same way. It had never crossed the teens mind that other people could be treated so horribly in this world. He thought he was all alone.
Again, the cigarettes were brought up. He must really want them. Cain shook his head. He didn't like the idea of getting any of the cancer sticks for the man, but he wasn't as sure about refusing the man's guilty pleasure now. If he were going to be honest, he was actually starting to sympathize with him a bit now. It didn't matter at the moment though, he was in no shape to go looking for any and it was highly doubtful there were any just lying around. For now the guard would just have to deal without them.
Then he started going off about how he didn't care if no one liked him here and how he wouldn't even care if they killed him. Cain clenched his fists at that. If he didn't care so much then why did he think he had to make such a clear point that he didn't? He had no right to be suicidal after what Cain had done for him. "Yeah, well I'm not going to let that happen so you can just shut up about that right now." The comment had a lot more aggression in it than Cain had intended, even causing him to finally look the man's direction to glare at him. His hardened expression eventually fell to a more melancholy one though, as he realized that as much as this guy didn't have a right to be suicidal, Cain had no right to tell him not to be. After all, he had felt that way for years now but was too much of a coward to take action in it. It had actually gotten to the point where he didn't mind the idea of being Unwound anymore. But then all this happened and suddenly he was a coward again, running from his own demise and only chance of freedom.
Cain let his opposite colored eyes fall to the floor again, gently tossing the pillow aside and hugging his knees. He committed the name Michael to memory and allowed himself to give a weak smile at the comment of not giving him any cutesy nicknames. "You don't play like that? What's with 'Birdie' then?" He looked up and gave a slightly grim smirk to Michael, showing just how ironic he found it. Quickly returning his expression to blankness he gave a mumbled answer. "Cain." There was no point in giving a last name, it wasn't like it was important anymore. Besides, dropping his father's name was just another way to distance himself from the b*****d.
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