the girl who i love(d)

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|chapters tws: wounds, blood, mentions of death and/or what happens before death|

Elle's position was now changed as she was still deep in the memory. Her right hand rested on her stomach, while her left hand used all of its strength to hold her body up against the table. The hand on her stomach scratched at a specific piece of it. The nails scraped, somehow gently, over the skin in back-and-forth motions. Her eyes stayed fixed on a part of the wall, near the floor but not low enough that her eyes appeared as closed.

Reid continued watching from the doorway. He wondered if he should still be there, staring. But nobody else would notice what Elle was going through if he didn't stay. With that in mind, he proceeded to slowly lean forward and get a better look. When he did, he took notice in the way that Elle's pupils grew and shrunk ever so slightly. 

The light from the hallway made her brown eyes shine enough so that every detail was visible. 

Spencer was known to be one of the smartest people on the team; or the smartest. He knew facts and statistics about almost everything, and retained all of that memory thanks to his unique brain and its close to supernatural functions. If you were having a bad day, you would want to avoid him at all costs, as he'd be able to break down that mood just by taking a glance at you.

But his thoughts were incomprehensible. He was focused on her eyes more than anything, using that to allow him to get inside her mind. The way her pupils dilated, growing smaller and larger, at least every four to six seconds. It meant one of five things; feelings of attraction, drug use, brain/eye injury, emotions, or levels of physical pain. Elle wasn't the type to have any medications, as she liked to be clear-headed, and it'd been four month since her incident so she wouldn't be required to take pain meds any longer. That wasn't it. There was nobody around within a good amount of time, so unless she was really focused on a particular person, that wasn't the cause, either. The injury was highly unlikely, and physical pain was a possibility, but seeing as she was causing herself pain in the lower stomach, she wanted to feel something rather than she already was feeling something. 

One option remained. 

Emotions.

Pupils are known to dilate when someone is either strongly excited, or strongly afraid. Sometimes, it would work with strong anger or sadness, but that's more of a flicker affect than what her eyes were doing. Her memory was taking over herself so much that her eyes, seeing as they couldn't see the reality of her surroundings, were visually experiencing a painful sight. One that was scary. Terrifying.

Now that he'd assessed more of the situation, it would be a good time to make an exit. However, just as he was about to, a noise appeared, breaking the silence that had lasted almost a lifetime. The noise was a small creak from the door. The smart boy accidentally pushed it open, revealing that he was there. Out of instinct, his body moved out of view so that Elle was hidden from him, but more importantly, he was hidden from her. He tucked himself on the side for a few seconds, took a deep breath to steady himself, and focused on the everlasting silence once more. 

Nothing was happening. The sound had not been heard.

He had to make yet another choice. It was either leave, or stay, except the difference was that now he had a headstart to leaving. Be seen, or don't be seen. Which would he choose?

As they were friends, when you're in his situation, you feel something. You feel a pain that pulls you towards the room. Your heart beats hard in your chest, and you loose a bit of oxygen just thinking about it. There was no arguing this 'choice'; She needed help. He could offer it. 

Meanwhile, Elle's nails slowly dug further into her stomach, her shoulders tensing up. Her back straightened, almost to the point where if she tipped over slightly to one side, she'd collapse immediately. The hand on the table gave up with steadying her and instead reached up towards her hair, running through the thin strands that just flowed through her fingers. She dug deep into her scalp, causing a pain that she couldn't care less about, as that wasn't her feeling right now.