She took a cigarette out of her bag, lit it and inhaled deeply. "When did you start smoking?"
"Does that matter? It looks good. And it kills my stress."
"So... what is this all about?" Ignoring what I had said she walked a few more steps before leaning against the next brick wall.
"Isn't it funny how all of us try to reach an idea we like to have of ourselves? I actually didn't think you would make it to this point... but seriously, look at you now."
"What do you mean?"
"...phhh... noticed you before, you know... 's not like I'm not really seeing people round me, even if everyone thinks that. Saw you 'n had the feelin' you wanted to prove your big mouth. I thought it couldn't be true, but you still got me then 'n now here we are."
"...so you talked to me, 'cause you think I had a big mouth... that doesn't explain anything 'bout yesterday. And what do you mean with I should look at myself?"
She smiled. A huge settled, nicotine pleased smile.
"Congrats. You sold your soul to get here. Does it feel as good as you thought it would?"
I didn't want to admit just how right she was, so I kept my mouth shut.
We sat in silence for at least another fifteen minutes before she asked me... "... you like your parents?"
She smiled again, but this time her face looked a few shades darker. "Why's not an answer."
"Well-I think so. Not less than most people do, at least."
"C'mon! You're having me on! There's always somethin' wrong, when people say it like that."
"I didn't say we never fight or something like that... just that I don't hate 'em. I mean, do you hate yours?"
"Wouldn't change a thing if I would. I don't care..." She lied, but I wasn't gonna make her talk about something she wasn't ready to become clean with, but slowly I was starting to get a little pissed that she didn't get to the point.
I don't know if you know that amazed numbness when you're witnessing an accident and cannot help but stare, but this felt like a huge car crash with several victims. And I just stood there... watching and felt like a pervert.
"...truth is, adults have superpowers as long as we believe them." She paused. Then, suddenly. "Sorry..."
"Sorry for what?" And there it was. But, of course, an explanation was nowhere in sight.
"You know what I'm talkin bout, but fine, if you need to hear it: sorry, I was behaving like a total retard last night. Sorry, I scared you off. Whatever... just sorry."
"You said you'd gonna kill me, if I told someone about it. You pushed me against the wall and screamed at me and you got nothing more to say than sorry? I DIDN'T EVEN GET WHAT WAS GOING ON!"
She looked confused.
"But... I won't and and I apologized. What else do you want?"
I was truly irritated that she really didn't get it.
"How about you try to explain yourself?"
"How about that isn't any of your business?" She raised an eyebrow and her face looked frozen, while her hands started shaking again. She took the last drag of the cigarette, trying to compose herself. Then she looked straight at me.
"You know, I really didn't wanna fuck it up. But that's just what I do-take it or not. But IF you decide to leave me hanging here, I swear, not even the weirdo's will wanna be friends with you. I'm gonna crush you and you know it. So, really, what's the matter? You wanted all of this, didn't you. I am sorry, I scared you, but now move on." She lighted, the next cigarette and walked away. Without another glance over her shoulder she said: "I'll be saving you a seat in the nutrition center."
And then she was gone.