Anger 9

Dawn's POV

"What?" The shock could not be hidden.

"Yes, he is a murderer." The boy claimed. She slapped him.

"I can't believe you would say such a thing."

"But, I'm worried about you. You're his next target." The brunette held her in place. "I love you." He caressed her cheek then kissed her.

Sniffle, Sniffle. "Oh, why can't she see that he loves her?" I brought the tissue to my eyes.

"Geez, Dee Dee, I can't believe you'd fall for such a sappy movie." The boy held the popcorn bucket in his arms. He practically finished it.

"Kenny, you're the one who brought me here. Hey, you ate all the popcorn I paid for. You are such a pig." I took the container and ate the last of it.

"Takes one to know one." He sipped his soda.

"What's that suppose to mean!" I whacked him with my fist. I whacked, not punch.

"Dee Dee, shush." He grabbed my hat.

"Excuse me." I stopped then turned around with a fire still burning in my eyes.

"You have to leave." My face fell and blushed.

"Opps, sorry, I'll leave." I whacked him one more time before leaving.

"That's so embarrassing." I sat outside the movie theater. "And I'm getting so angry now a days that I can't control it. I even need pills." I took the stabilizer and swallowed.

"This is so annoying."

"Hmph." I looked up at the grunt. He stood a little ways away with his hands in his pocket.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him. My face showed no sentiment.

"I'm some errand boy now." He walked over to me then pulled a small bag out of his pocket. "I was told to give you this stabilizer."

"I already have enough stabilizers." He still shoved it into my arms.

"It's a shot, idiot."

"A shot?" I opened the bag. A small box was inside. "Why a shot? My condition isn't that bad."

He sighed. "You're getting too annoyed, annoying." I glared at him. He started walking away.

"Hey, wait." He turned around with a coincidentally annoyed look on his face.

"What do you want?"

"Could I come with you? You know, back to the hospital." He sighed.

"No."

"What? Please!"

"No." He started walking away.

I grabbed my yellow purse and tried to catch up to him. His strides became longer and faster. He was trying to lose me. I picked up my pace. It doesn't seem like he'll slow down any time soon. We kept going on until my feet really did start to ache and my lungs hurt every time I breathe.

"Could you slow down just a bit?" He seemed to go faster as a reply. It was like a sprint-walk thing.

"Wait up!" I grabbed his arm to slow him down. He stopped in his tracks. "Does my voice just fuel your need to run or is this normal?" My arm was locked with his while my head was on his shoulder, exhausted. He tried to shrug me off, but I'm tired! Just let me rest a little. I don't really care if it's him give me a breather after running a complete mile.

"Get off me." He growled.

"Why did you run?" I brought the question up again. His expression was unreadable. "Fine." I let go, but as I did he tried to walk away. "Hey!" I grabbed his arm again.

"Would you just leave me alone? I brought the stupid package, and aren't you on a date or something?"

"How did you know about me and Kenny going to the movies?"

"I heard it from somewhere, troublesome girl." He muttered something and he seemed to be dazed.

"Were you spying on me?"

"Why would I spy on such a gangly slut?" I whacked him in the gut with my purse then released him.

"I'm not a slut! Why would you look at my skirt, anyway?!" He backed away a little after such a hit.

"What the hell do you have in that bag?"

"None of your business, stalker."

"I'm not a stalker, idiot."

"I'm not an idiot, Jerk!"

"Why did you even follow me in the first place, troublesome?"

"I wanted to go home. Kenny is being an idiot for letting me get kicked out of the movie theater and leaving me outside. And would it kill you to say my name!"

"You know what? If getting annoyed is so bad for your health, why do you even come near me?" He's right, why do… I… Crap, this just … states his… How does anger hurt me?… I asked that question the day…

"Hey." He called out angrily to me. Then I slowly let myself fall into unconsciennes, but made sure I didn't hit the ground this time. I can't remember what I hit. I think I was caught… I had my eyes closed and I'm so exhausted so… who really cared?