Ch. 6
Jason tapped Michael on the shoulder, and Mike let go of my hand very quickly. Jason held his hand out for the pad and pencil, and Mike gave it to him.
Jason wrote, You not scared of us?
"Not really.", I replied. "More in awe than afraid."
They seemed to realize I was talking about the two of them, and not the man who was unconscious right now, and tied to chair in a bedroom. Jason and Michael were shocked.
"Sorry about the way I'm dressed.", I mumbled, half to ease their shock, and half because I was truly sorry about the way I was dressed in front of them. They waved their hands as if to say, "Don't worry about it. We're not dressed any better than you." It was true. Jason's clothes were ripped and old, as always, and Michael's clothes were dirty, but otherwise ok. I remembered that Freddy's clothes had looked a little worn.
"Sorry about all these questions, you guys. They must seem kind of random to you, huh? Thanks for listening to me, and not killing me. It's been a long time since anyone's listened to me. I truly appreciate it." They looked at my face, and believed my words.
Mike wrote hesitantly, You're ok…I think.
Jason wrote, Questions not really random.
"Thank you. Both of you. For everything so far. I don't know how long we'll be here together, but I will enjoy every minute of it, I promise.", I whispered. Even though I was probably annoying them, and I might have been random, and I needed more food and water and stuff like that than they needed, and they most certainly could've killed me right then and there, these two men were being kind to me. (As kind as they wanted to be, of course.) I wouldn't ignore that. Not just because they could kill me, but also because it had been a long time since anyone had shown me any kindness that actually registered in my depressed mind.
"Why didn't you kill me in the beginning?", I said after a moment.
Mike wrote, Jason stopped us.
"Why?", I asked the man in the hockey mask.
Jason wrote, You remind me of Mom in some ways, even when you asleep.
I thought, How many women remind this guy of his dead mother? Then I thought, Aw. I love this guy…I'm a lot like his mother in some ways. In my mind I shied away from that last part of my thought, even though I knew it was true. Somehow I didn't think it weird at all that these three specific men had found me asleep, completely defenseless, and yet decided to not attack me. (Well, Jason had stopped the other two from attacking me, and Michael went along with it for some reason, but still.)
After an awkward moment, we heard a noise come from the bedroom Freddy was being kept in.
I'd almost completely forgotten about him!