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The Girl of Aggression

~Jules~

Aziel.

Aziel.

"Aziel," I heard myself mumble.

I approached the entrance gate of The Academy. The arched, weathered stone gateway greeted me. Aziel had hinted that he worked here.

Having the job of discarding confidential records at The Academy is a blessing.

I heard a voice ask me for my name.

"Jules Ramos, former student of The Academy. Class of 1998.", I replied with great simplicity. Hiding the fact that I was trying to get in so that I could go through with first degree murder was making my heart race. It threatened to rip through my chest like a fist through drywall.

I didn't feel bad about it.

The gate swung open for me, slowly but surely. I crossed the moat that I saw Nathan Baker die at. The one May sacrificed herself in.

I pushed open the castle-like double doors to The Academy. I decided to start at the main office. My gut told me that Aziel was most likely an office assistant, since he was discarding old records.

My gut told me right.

I was face to face with him.

With Aziel Gry.

The man that kept me from my mother.

He is why she's dead.

I shoved him to the ground, took my knife out of my jacket, and pressed it to his pale throat, making a thin red thread run across it. I was a Girl of Aggression.

"Jules, what the hell!", he yelped.

"It's you. You killed my mother," my voice quivered.

"I've never even seen your mother!", he told me.

"You kept me from saving her!", I bursted. I felt a heavy sob tug at my chest. "I made her tea. I brought it up to her just after you left. She was dead. The warmth was still in her body," I threw my knife across the room, I watched as the silver blade punctured the stone wall. It was only a blur through the salty tears. I collapsed onto Aziel. My chest pressed to his, my tear-streaked face in his neck.

I felt his hand start playing with my wavy brown hair.

"Jules. . .", he started. "I'm horribly sorry. I truly am. I didn't know what was going on with your mother. I was blinded by not only my arrogance, but also my ignorance."

I considered his apology.

"I-I'll never accept your apology." I stuttered. "And it will never be okay."

"I understand. I would feel the same I suppose."

I went from attempted murder to laying on top of Aziel Gry, clutching him.

It was pathetic.

But if this is being pathetic, then I certainly don't mind it.

I like it.

No, I love it.

"I want to go home but I can't. She's still there," I admitted.

"You're still friends with May and Liam, correct?", he asked.

I nodded as confirmation.

"They're good friends. I know that they won't mind offering you a good, safe home," he brought to my attention.

"I'll ask to stay with them until I can plan out and complete her funeral," I choked out.

"Do you want me with you?", he implied.

I shook my head.

"Okay..."

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I arrived at May and Liam's apartment that they share. I knocked on the bleak, distressed door. May swung it open.

"Hi!", she said, joyous as she flung her linky arms around me.

I choked down a sob. I allowed myself to space out into a beautiful meadow. Daisies blanketed over the long grass. Blue, clear, skies watched over the dancing daises. The sun smiled happily as it watched the scene.

I smiled happily as I watched the scene.

Next thing I knew, May put her hand on my back to lead me to a guest room.

I felt myself melt out of the happy scene and into reality. I wearily explained what had happened to my lifelong best friend.

"Do you want anything? Tea? A meal?", May asked with great care in her voice.

I shook my head yet again.

May sighed. "Get some rest. I want you to feel well. I know you've had quite the week. We can talk about this a bit more when you're a bit more present," she said, leaving the room.

Present? Ah, yes. I was absent due to my craziness.

I'm surprised I'm not locked up.

I let my mind trail back to Aziel, allowing butterflies to fill my stomach.

What the hell is wrong with me? My mom is rotting in my home and I'm thinking of a boy. I'm being pathetic. I'm avoiding the idea of my dead mother. Instead of thinking about her, I'm thinking of a boy. I'm a horrid daughter.

I'm simply pathetic.

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Hello loves! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Happy reading~!

•- averslxo

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