All The Odds

Eight

//Have you ever tried sleeping with a broken heart? Well you could try sleeping in my bed, lonely,//-Alicia Keys.

*Third party*

Daniel was quite surprised to hear a song playing in Bella's room when he woke up, he knew she was a lot of things but morning person wasn't one. The only reason she'd be awake at, according to her, an 'ungodly hour' as 5am would be because she didn't sleep at all.

She must have had another nightmare, he thought and had gone to check on her but her door was unusually locked and he didn't want to risk waking her if she was then getting some amount of sleep. Luckily, it was a Thursday and Daniel knew she had only one class at noon.

He immersed himself in adding finishing touches to his class project that was due later in the day and by the time he finished and got off the phone with his Intel at his father's rehab centre, three hours had passed, yet that one song was still on replay in Bella's room.

At that point he wasn't sure if it was a cry for help or just her love for the artist.

Daniel wasn't much of a social specimen, music and musicians weren't something he familiarised himself with as he wasn't privy to such things when he was growing up. Without a mother, his childhood was spent trying not to starve and cleaning up after his drunken father.

He could treat himself to Mozart, played by a full Orchestra once in a while, and Bon Jovi will always have a special place in his heart but surprisingly he picked a few lines of lyrics from Bella's song in the few hours he spent working on his laptop, which was something he couldn't say for One direction that she'd constantly played and sometimes forced him to listen to.

He listened outside her door for any sign of movement or singing along before banging on it, he was contemplating going for the spare key when the handle turned slightly and Bella peeped through a small crack.

"Love, you've been playing 'hello from the other side' for almost four hours straight, are you okay?" it was a pointless question, he could tell from her red eyes and bloated face that she was anything but.

"Did you had another nightmare?"

Shaking her head from side to side, "I'm already living it." She said dejectedly.

Daniel pushed the door opened and threw his hands around her in a hug. You poor thing, he was going to say softly, until he set his eyes on the array of shredded clothes behind her and...wait, were those human hair?

"What the fùck happened here?" He pulled back to take a proper look at her, his heart skipping a beat as he took in her shorter hair. "You cut your hair?" He gasped, picking a strand and twirling it around his forefinger in examination.

"What happened?!"

"It was a moment of insanity, I'm over it now." She replied. Daniel stepped around her into the room and looked at the mess with his hands on his hips. Looked like a mini tornado happened there.

Her bed was bared, it pillows, sheet and cover resting in different angles of the room, an entire content of a drawer emptied at the foot of the table, a red scissors lay a foot away from him on what had once been her Minnie hip length pyjama but had been reduced to pieces.

He picked it up and examined the angry zigzag cuts. "Believe me when I say I'm glad you're over that insanity but I still want to know what it was about?"

She snatched the rag from the tip of his fingers and in a frenzy began to pick everything off of the floor. "What does it matter?" She mumbled and Daniel could hear the repressed sob in her voice.