Ask Me Questions Novels & Stories

A question. “Is it true?”

“I do, not gonna lie about that but I wanna hear it from you, I want to get to know you through you,” “I don’t know what to tell you,” “I will ask the questions, all you have to do is give the answers without dodging them okay?” She asked. “Can I bail out anytime if I get uncomfortable?” “Sure you may, but I hope you don’t,” “Well, let’s see how it goes.”

Tell me these things, please! However, no answer comes, and I’m more confused than ever.

He screams through tears. I roll my eyes and kick his leg. “I didn’t ask for your backstory, moron.” Sometimes I wonder why people are so damn adamant to talk to me. The questions, of the questions; they never stop. Who are you? How did you get inside my house? Why are you doing this? Where are you taking me? Why are we going to the basement? What are you going to do with that spoon? Shit, they’re so predictable.

I asked her "Is that even a question?"

“How about this?” “What?” I asked.

Cami POV “How do you know who I am?” I asked, uncertain of what to say. “It is my job to know who is inquiring about me,” the individual responded. “Where are you?” I asked, wanting to get to my questions. “Do you think it would benefit me to share that information?” the individual responded.

So deep that you need to think about your answers. “I’m not dumb and I just wanted to ask questions that would pop in my head. And you always answer my questions so what's the fuss?” He rolled his eyes at me, making me laugh. “So, why do you want to be here?” he asked. “Huh?” I looked at him, confused.

I ask, tying my hair into pony tail, anyway. “I get to ask questions today. Not you.”

I questioned. “Do you miss me that much?” He questioned. “Well, not really… I just wanted to….” “You do not miss me?” He questioned. “Well, I do but that is not why I asked. I just wanted to…” “Tell me, why do you miss me so much? Is there something I do not know?” He questioned. Why was he asking me such weird questions?