Trust?

So you found me. Why couldn’t you just ask me? Why did you have to sneak behind my back? You say that you are just curious about what I find interesting but you’ve known me for months; don’t you know by now? Why couldn’t you have had the courage to just ask me about this. I would have told you, you didn’t need to go and do that.

And you tried to hide that you did it from me. I asked and you said that it was something else, you tried to keep me from knowing that you found me. That’s what upset me, I don’t care that you have found me, I care that you weren’t honest when you got caught.

You say you want to know what stuff I like and what this is about. I like you and this is sometimes about what I want and like to do with you. But it is more than that, it is my excess. Everything I think and can’t tell anyone, or rants and raves about things that annoy me. Like what you did.

How can I trust you now? You didn’t trust me enough to be honest with you about this; how can I know that you are being honest with me now? What got into you? Where did you go to brain school? Had the thought ever occurred to you that this might just be a story? That is one of the attractive things about these, you never know if it is real or not, it always keeps you wanting more. You become thirsty for it, you need it. Why did you have to go and touch it? You ruined the illusion.

I just don’t understand, are you insecure? are you afraid of what is there? What? Help me to understand, I have a need to know.

Whisper and the Scourge