Kevin's POV
'What is wrong with this girl? Does she have no idea what she's doing?' I thought as I turned to stare, once again, at my new 'worker.' She seemed a little dim, but at least she wasn't ancient or an alien… or both. That would be weird and somewhat awkward; I didn't like old people too much. They seemed to like to talk a lot, but maybe I was the only one that thought that.
I closed and re-opened my eyes to see her still looking at me. This is just too unbelieveable; is there something mentally wrong with her or was she always so dimwitted? Did they give me an idiot to try and "help me" get better? That would be bad.
"What are you thinking about?" I heard her ask me. I cocked up one of my eyebrows, confused to why she would ask me something like… oh yeah. She's supposed to; maybe she knows about some things that have to do with this. I didn't feel a need to answer he though, so I decided to go along with doing just that.
I just stared at her like I would usually do, but my other workers would just give up or keep trying to get me to answer their irrelevant questions. She, though, stared back at me as if expecting an answer from me sometime soon. I wasn't planning on answering her; maybe she didn't get that.
Was there a slight possiblity that she should be in my place and vice-versa? But… I wouldn't want to be helping mentally ill people… or things. What compelled her to do so? Maybe she was insane.
"Ahem… I asked a question. Did you plan on answering it?" my thoughts were once again intruded by this girls annoying voice. Well… it wasn't exactly annoying it was just that I didn't want to hear her voice right now. I don't like people trying to help me when they're not doing anything for me. It was… I'm not sure but it just really made me angry sometimes. That's probably why I was here; anger problems. No matter, it's not like I would be leaving anytime soon right?
Little miss Gwen was about to say something else about me not answering her but I stared directly into her eyes; usually people would cower under my stare. Maybe she wasn't any different.
Soon enough, though, my theory was proved wrong because she started to stare with as much intensity as I was using against her; she was good.
"So… where's your room?" I faultered, taken back by the randomness of her questions. Her stare never left me but her voice sounded to optimistic and cheery. I had to say, it was a nice break from all of the stern, harsh voices that I was used to hearing.
I shook my head and turned, walking in the direction of what was considered my room. Gwen followed of course, seeing that it was somewhat of her job to "watch over my actions" so she could report them back to the boss or something. I knew what the workers had to do before they even thought about doing it; or they just didn't know.
I glanced back at Gwen who noticed and sent me a smile. It sickened me, to say the least. I turned my head away from her; this would be an interesting time with her.