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It was in the middle of the night and Helias' eyes shot straight open at the sound of struggle. He hadn't even noticed he'd fallen asleep, right there in his armchair. Helias could not remember this ever happening before - or even why he'd plainly fallen asleep right then and there. It was very much unlike him to lose all track of thought and just drift away, even the memory of her soothing voice and her warm skin against his was hard to recollect. His brow furrowed deeply and he ran a hand through his tousled up hair. His book had fallen to the ground and there was still a warm feeling of contendness lingering in his chest. Then, he snapped back to reality and stood up.
Her sobbing had increased so much she'd almost started screaming. Mumbling in her sleep, caught by a vicious nightmare, he could only make out the word "no" as he sat down next her on the bed she'd decided to get comfortable in while he had decided to take place at the other side of the room so his light wouldn't keep her up. Of course Helias had no trouble with reading in the dark, but the cold feeling always rendered him annoyed.
She was grasping for the sheets now and breathing heavily. Her blonde hair was spread out over her pillow, strayed strands stuck to her face which was pearly with swat. Helias swept it out of the way and held her face between his two hands.
"Ava," he spoke in an useless attempt to wake her up. Instead, something completely different happened as her hand shot out to him, making deep scratches in his face, down to his neck. A deep, animal-like growl came from his throat in anger. She would've ripped it out if he hadn't grabbed her hand - which he was now crushing underneath his fingers. At that, he bit down on his lip harshly to hold back a lot of swear words. Just as quickly as he had grabbed her, he let go again and Ava woke up with a bewildered scream, punching in the air as if she was trying to scare away invisible ghosts. Helias felt blood dripping from his chin and he stood up as he wiped it away, not really feeling the need to try and comfort her right now as his bleeding was one of the only things he truly and utterly detested.
The light in the hallway flicked on, but he stopped right there in the doorway, leaning against it with one hand - the one that wasn't covered in blood. He couldn't hear her distraught gasps anymore. Now they had become silent sniffs and he closed his eyes as they became sobs, turning back around and looking at her from a distance. A distance which he closed seconds later, surpressing the feeling of pity that crept up inside of him.
He pulled her close to her, harsher than was necessary, and his right hand he ran slowly up and down her spine. Her face was buried in his chest and blood trickled from his chin into her hair, but he didn't bother to do anything about it. Her breathing eased down and finally she managed some soft-spoken words.
"I thought you were Them," she said, her voice cracking as she held back another fit of tears. She was absolutely drenching his shirt and he didn't comment on what she was saying. He only placed his index finger beneath her chin and forced her to look at him. "I hurt you," she said, her words smothered by her tears. Helias shook his head and ran a hand through her hair.
"I broke your hand, it's okay," he said quietly, but Ava frantically shook her head.
"No, you don't get it. I hurt you. I always hurt..."
"Shut up."
The memory popped up as if it was a jack-in-a-box. His eyes had lost focus as he had been looking how Daelyn walked away from him. It rarely ever happened he got tangled up in his own thoughts and just like always, he was annoyed he now did.
Helias stared at his phone. She's already killed two people and I won't clean it up for you. The man ran a hand through his hair and for a split second contemplated on just going to look for her himself. But Helias decided against it. He'd already made it easy enough for her and he didn't feel like putting more effort into it than was necessary. Honestly, he just wanted to go home and sleep, something he'd avoided doing for weeks now. He usually kept a steady rhythm, but the last three weeks had existed out of nothing less than paper work. He stood up and reached in his pocket, getting out his car key. Only then, he realised he didn't have his house key with him and he cursed to himself.
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MY MIND REBELS AT STAGNATION.
GIVE ME WORK, GIVE ME PROBLEMS.
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