Such A Beautiful Release, You Inside Of Me

He had a bottle of water in his hands, but besides that it didn't seem like he had wanted any of the food. Oh well. I smiled, "Sorry about-"  "Adam, did you forget the color contacts? Or do you sleep in them?" Stupidly, my first thought was Who sleeps in contacts..? Then of course it settled in. He saw them. I stumbled through my thoughts for an excuse, anything to say, but all I could blurt out was, "Their naturally that way!" I almost yelled it, and I could see fear creep across his face.
"Sorry… I didn't know…" His hoarse voice sounded meek and disappointed. Gosh why was I doing this to the poor kid?! It wasn't his fault I was nuts! "Don't be sorry. I didn't mean to shout." he made me nervous, but a good kind of nervous. The kind that made you a little tense, and blush every time you said something.
I searched for a subject change, I didn't want to have to tell him. Not yet. Not ever. He'd hate me.
"Do you want to take a shower?" Nice. Creeper points Adam. So yea. Maybe it was kind of awkward to ask a kid if he wanted to take a shower in my bathroom, but it worked. "Not that you stink or anything!" I covered quickly, I didn't want to make him any more uncomfortable than I already had. "Its just… Well. I know that those crowds can get sweaty and gross is all. I'd wanna take a shower." He nodded in agreement, then double checked where the bathroom was.

I gave him some of my clothes to change into after he was done, and a belt just in case the pants didn't fit. "Sorry if its too baggy. I'm chunky." I giggled softly, then went out to the kitchen and started making myself some food. I made a double helping of ramen noodles just in case he was hungry after he got out of the shower.
Should I tell him the truth? No hes not ready… "Tell him in the worst way possible!" I jumped, not expecting his nasty voice to echo through my head. "Just go away." I growled a little, and stirred the noodles a little more fiercely. "Where will I go? I'm in you!" I shivered a little at the thought. I didn't want him to be in me. I wanted him to go away again. I sighed and shook my head, "I'm gonna break it to him softly, eventually ok?" How could I share myself with a complete stranger? Maybe he wouldn't be able to handle it… It'd break his heart to know his hero was a nut ball.
I let out a heavy breath, and tried to get my mind off it all. Instead I went through a play list in my own head of all my songs, and picked a random one to sing, something I did occasionally. I started singing Underneath quietly, then realized what I was singing. It was exactly what I was debating, sharing myself with him, showing him the darkest part of me. I could no longer hold back the tears, and started to cry. I turned off the stove, then sat down, and let the tears flow freely.  

Landon came out of the shower, and found me that way. My head in my hands, sobbing quietly. "What's wrong?" I jerked, and looked at him. I had to tell him. I had to. I couldn't hide this from him anymore.
Yes this was ridiculous. I barely knew him. I didn't even know his last name, but I felt so close to him, like I had known him forever, like he was a close friend. I couldn't lie and hide this from him. I don't know why I couldn't, just like everybody else, but it was just the way it was.
"Landon sit down… I need to tell you something." I sniffled, wiping the tears off my cheeks. He sat down, concern shadowing his face. I whimpered slightly, then began to explain, "You probably aren't going to believe me, but I wouldn't lie to you. I don't know why I feel so differently about you but I do. There's something special about you that I can't explain," I paused, taking a deep breath, building my confidence, "I'm insane…" I fought back tears, it was so hard to say out loud, to look him in the eyes and say it. "I have another side. You know Better Than I know Myself? That's reality. That's how it always was with the other side. I only saw  it in the mirror. It's evil… About four nights ago, he did break through the mirror, and became a part of me." I let the tears flow now, It felt good to cry over this, "That's why I yelled to stop… that's why im so anxious…" I stared at him, expecting him to run out, screaming for the police. Or to start bawling and run home. I hated this. I hated I had to do this to him… but I felt as if I had to, or it'd just hurt him more later on.
Wait. Later on? Why did I even think there would be a later on. He was just coming to hang out for a night. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted there to be a later on. I didn't want him to leave. I wanted him to stay here with me. Forever.