Work Text:
you aren’t
the type
to
trust
anybody.
you aren’t
the type
to
expose
yourself
to this
cruel,
cruel world.
you aren’t
the type
to let people
in,
not when the most
dangerous ones
hide themselves the
best.
(how does it
feel?)
you are
smarter
than that.
you have to be.
but between
the
monster
and the
murders
and the
mysteries-
your shields
slip.
(how does it
feel?)
and the person
the you begin
to trust,
to expose yourself to,
to let in,
is so much more
dangerous
than all of your peers
who just wanted a
friend.
no,
he wants
a
victim.
you're not the one
in chains,
not the one
who lost,
but you feel like
the victim
he sees in you
anyway.
(how does it
feel?)
and the judge
decides that he was
a victim
too
and you want
to scream
and cry
and kiss him
and kill him.
and the headmaster
and the mayor
and the sheriff,
who shouldn’t have been asked
in the first place,
decide that
he should go
to this strange place.
this place,
that destroyed you
almost as much
as he has.
(to lose
to lose
to lose)
he was
right.
you lost.