SINS (Completed)

ONE ANSWER AT A TIME

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Theresa

My mind is hovering aimless, jobless and subconscious in the pitch darkness and I feel like I'm floating on the clouds, as cool breeze constantly fan my air. I must be in heaven.

I stretch out my arms and push my body forwards and effortlessly I glide away through the wind, flying lazily. The horizon before me is endless, and it just broadens and broadens as I try to reach it. I soar higher, closer by the second when an explosion blasts in my ear and a ferocious blow knocks me off resulting in a dangerous fall.

My body tenses up heavily and my eyes snap open with a crack and a gasp. My heart races in my chest with a boom. The view rushes into my vision as I'm hanging halfway through the door of Hardin's car, the only thing preventing my fall onto the sidewalk being his arm on my shoulder.

What the-

IS THIS THE WAY OF WAKING SOMEONE UP? You just open wide the door on which they were leaning against? What kind of a brain is he born with?

I balance myself and get out of his car and he has his lips in an entertained, smug smile. I look at him astonished, and while my head is blaring out scoldings and indecent abuses, I have just woken up and I don't have the immediate physical energy to shout.

"Something must be so wrong in that head Hardin who wakes someone like that?" I ask him calmly through my lingering sleepiness.

He places a hand on the top of the door, and his eyes gleam playfully behind the glasses he has on. Again.

"You wouldn't wake. I tried." He dismisses it and my eyelids struggle to keep themselves open.

"Why didn't you just pick me up and throw me off the terrace? Surely, I would've woken up." I mutter stoically and he purses his lips as if in thought.

"A bit tedious, if you ask me. I prefer my ways more- convenient."

I shake my head. Only Hardin would do this and defend it the way he does. I realise we're standing in front of my apartment, on the empty road, the skyline of the city shining on the other side of the Mersey. My exhaustion and sleep start forming an invisible tie with my bed up in my room on the seventh floor in that building already.