(Imperfection's POV)
Why the hell did I do that?! Why the hell did I have to do what I did?! I'm trying to stay away from trouble, not put myself in anymore! But I couldn't help it though! Just how that clone looked at me, what he said, and when he bumped into me, I don't know why, but I felt so furious because of him. But why? What he did isn't worth getting angry about, upset maybe, but not really angry.
I close my eyes, trying to think about what happened. I began to see that clone, looking at me with that glare, but inside of seeing a brown eye and a pale eyes on a clone's face , I saw dark eyes on a being pale skin, the only that was familiar was that aggravating glare. Then I saw a long, skinny arm grab my shoulder in a painfully strong grip and throw me to the ground, shouting something at me. My legs suddenly felt a weak and before I realized it, I'm sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall.
"What the hell happened?" I asked myself, trying to clear my head.
"I was going to ask you the same thing." A voice said to me. I look up and I see Slick looking down at me. A part of me wanted to just get up and embrace him, like I did earlier, but I just sat there, looking back at the ground, away from Slick. Then he sat down next to me, on my right side, and placing his hand under my chin, and gently lifting my head to face him.
"Don't bother, I don't even know why I did what I did." I pull my head away from his hand, but I keep looking at him. "I was angry."
"Why?" He asked me. This time, there wasn't a burning feeling inside me, but there was a feeling that made me feel weak inside and out. "Are you okay, now?"
"No." I mumble to him. "I'm trying though." There was a moment of silence between him and I, a silence I was actually very grateful for, I didn't have the energy to speak. Why does he care so much? "Why do you do this?"
Before he could speak, I explain. "Why do you keep asking me these questions? Why do you keep seeing me? Why do act like you care so much? Most people would've realized they should just leave me alone!" That weak feeling faded, but I still didn't have the strength to get up.
Then I felt his hand on my shoulder and I turned to face him. He speaks. "Look Sis, I actually really do care about you. I understand that you don't believe me, but it's the truth. Like I said before, you're my sister, and brothers are supposed to care about their sisters. I'm not trying to hurt you more, I want to help you, But I can't do that if you don't talk to me. So please, talk to me more often."
I quickly wrap my arms around his neck and shoulders and hold him tight, but not too tight that he'll choke. As ridiculous as he sounded, something about what he said gave me this feeling inside me. It was warm, calming, and gentle, and it was good. Suddenly I felt tears running from my eyes, and my breathing became a bit more rapid. I knew he tensed up a bit, but then he pulled me onto his lap and held me close to him.
"I lied." I finally say when I was breathing normal, but I was still leaking tears. "I wasn't angry at that clone, I was angry at someone he reminded me of, and I took it out on him, now that I wasn't as weak as I was before I was found. And I lied about my age. I'm sure you knew, but I'm actually six years old, and half a year. I lied because I didn't want more pity from you or anyone else. I didn't want you to know I was abused for six years because I didn't think you actually cared about me."
Slick just held me as I confessed to him. Then he let me go, I got off him and we both got off the floor.
"Please tell no one about this." I asked him, more like begged him.
He nodded to me. "I promise." Then he began to walk away. "C'mon, Kix needs to talk to you." I nod and following, feeling better than I have in a long time.
As we walked side by side, neither of us talking, I realized what that good feeling was: Happiness.