Chapter nineteen.
#Millia:
OhGod OhGod OhGod this can’t be, not here, too.
Sol walked through the door of the kitchen and I had to hold onto the rack
to keep from falling. We both spoke at the same time, but I couldn’t understand
a word he was saying.
“Sol! Iknowthatwomansheusedtobe…”
“Thatdamnwenchknowswhoyouare.”
I paused, waiting for him to repeat what I had missed, but the look on his
face just told me to forget it.
“She knows me.” I brushed back my hair. “It
He sighed and grabbed my mug, drinking coffee he had poured before
they came. I figured it was cold from the way he scrunched up his nose in
disgust.
I sat on the cold floor, in nothing but Sol’s clothes. His pants were a
little wide on me, and the baggy shirt made my arms itch. “Now
what?”
“Nothing.” He turned the kettle on and watched it.
I swallowed and rubbed my head. Just when things were
looking up. Well, yeah, I had a weird dream about Sol, but that doesn’t
explain why things were already tumbling down to nothing. Again.
I can’t keep dragging him along with me, I need to run away or at least
find me another place to stay at.
Or maybe I’d just give myself up.
“Weren’t you out to get a bounty?” I looked up at him, my hair growing
restless.
“No.” he poured hot water in my mug and added more than enough
teaspoons of instant coffee.
Look at him, he’d lie to get away from
explaining things. He is so lazy.
“No?”
“No.” he walked out and I heard the television being turned on.
Sigh… I hate my life. I lay down on my side, right there on the cold floor.
It seemed I didn’t care anymore. I don’t know what to do. I cannot possibly go
back to the guild, even if they’d let me in, they wouldn’t let me have a desk
job, not after killing the head honcho and kicking the shins of his right hand
man.
Maybe if I get on Sol’s nerves he’d hand me in? Maybe I can just kill
myself?
My eyes wandered off and rested on the knife near a drawer.
Nah, my hair wouldn’t let me, it’d just keep me alive like last time I accidentally
slit my wrist with the knife.
It was midnight and I got out of bed after a horrifying nightmare,
I wanted to cut an apple, but instead found myself bleeding in the sink.
Whether it was on porpoise or an accident I couldn’t remember, all I remembered
was that I kept bleeding and phasing in and out of sleep until Zato found me in my apartment and helped me.
I hated him for it.
I was startled when Sol slapped his hand on the knife and gave me this odd
look before he drew it back and put it in the drawer.
“Tell me, Rage, ever tried killing yourself?” he placed the mug into the
sink and looked down at me.
I rolled to my back and watched him. “Every day.”
His eyes remained guarded. “Well, stop doing that.” He walked out, “It’s
annoying.”
I smiled slightly. He cares.
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#Sol:
Damn, lost blood always messed up my system. She just had to stab me
with her hair and split my cheek, I’ll be damned if I take her to bed again. And
if that wasn’t enough she stabbed me with hair! How ironic to be stabbed
with ‘hair’ from a Russian woman! A woman! Such
disgrace.
You like her.
I don’t, shut up already.
Come on, Sol, say it, you’d hate to see her away!
I’d hate to see her dead, is all.
That too… tell me, how did it feel to be touched by her?
I can feel you grinning, Fredrick, stop it. It felt like acid.
Did it? That’s weird, I felt a certain longing-
Shut up!
I sat up and lit a cigarette. Walking into the kitchen and watching as her
hair crawled to a knife. Damn.
I glared at her and put the knife right where it belonged. In the drawer, not on her wrist.
“Tell me, Rage, ever tried killing yourself?” It would be wise to know if
you were suicidal, wouldn’t want to come home and find you dead or something.
She rolled to her back and studied me. “Every day.” Damn, on her back… Che… everyday she says, don’t we
all?
I just hope my eyes kept the stray feeling.exe file hidden. “Well, stop
doing that.” I started to walk out, “It’s annoying.”
Damn, I need sleep.
“I’m going to sleep, don’t wake
System shutting down in three seconds
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I heard sobbing before I actually understood what it was. My eyes refused
to open at first, but the gasp that echoed from the bedroom woke me up. I sat groggily,
not fully functional yet, and paddled to where Rage was crying.
I rested my head on the door frame and watched as she squirmed in her
sleep, sobbing and begging for somebody to ‘stop it’. Whatever
the hell ‘it’ was. I walked over, the floor was damn cold, and put my
hand on her bare shoulder.
”You don’t touch me, Rage.” Damn, I was really angry back then, I think
I probably hurt her.
“Rage.” She
“Stop. it hurts.” She
writhed and cried more, her cheeks and nose flushed.
“Wake up.” I shook her shoulder not so gently and saw a
Mine and hers. Keeps waking me up.
“Th- thank you.” She sat
up and wiped her tears with her hands.
I shook my head and lazily padded to the door.
“Sol…” don’t say it that way, it wakes the beast
that scratched the inside of my chest. “Stay with me for a while.”
I’m not going anywhere, babe. “Why.”
“Because if you don’t I’ll find the closest sharp thing and…” she sighed
and shook her head. “No,
I sighed. “You wanna sleep, without the dreams?” I
frowned at her, my eyes were sensitive to the light
that shone through the window.
Her eyes shone, they were rimmed in red. “Can I?”
I scratched my head and walked over to one of the smaller boxes I packed
from the other apartment. I know I’m going to regret this, but for now, we both
need the sleep.
I pulled out a small bottle and tossed it over for her “Half a pill.” She
fumbled and the glass bottle slipped, I watched in disinterest as the bottle
toppled to the floor, but then was caught in the last second by her hair.
The woman had three more limbs.
She broke the pill with her teeth and popped the half into her mouth before
sealing the bottle shut. “This wouldn’t kill me, would it?”
No but I would if you start sobbing again. “No.”
She sighed and rolled her head. It was already working. In an instant she
was asleep and as dead as a log.
That damn Albino knew his thing. I should start to actually give him
his money.
I walked over to the nightstand and looked for the instructions. There were
none, damnit it was a drug… I shook my head
and willed the dizziness to go away. She was already asleep. I touched her hair
and expected at least a twitch, none came. Her eyes weren’t even rolling. All the better. I pushed the blankets away and pulled the
shirt a little so I can see how her injured ribs were.
Just the same if not better.
I threw the blankets carelessly over her and plopped back on the couch to
catch some sleep, the clock struck four.
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Damnitdamnitmdamnit.
I groaned and sat up, demons in my head. Who the hell was making all that racket! My system shot energy everywhere, which
distracted everything, and it made me a not-so happy man.
I was never a happy man when I woke up.
I could practically feel the bags building under my eyes, there was shattered glass in the bedroom, damn.
A certain Albino was kneeling over a sleeping Millia and studying her face like she was sleeping beauty. He scratched his silver hair and made a face.
“Augh it’s a woman!! She’s sleeping too, wouldn’t
even put up a fight. Damn! Just when I thought I had her!” I could practically
see the way he threw those metal stars on my window and pretended he was
super Sayan or something. “Auh
well,
Damn.
Only one thing left to do. I pushed the blankets and made myself
comfortable right there next to her, in case the right assassin decides
to come by, I’ll be we awake.
At least I hope so. I’m not getting a damn thing done around here.
End of chapter nineteen.