|2nd Book in The Devil May Care Series|
They're more alike than they think.
At war with himself, Loki struggles to get his life on track. He struggles with manic depression-in other words, bipolar. He feels alone, trapped in his own mind as he refus...
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The walk back to the car is quiet, tension rolling off both me and Kaio. My hands shake with adrenaline as well as anxiety when I think about what I just did. I had to tell Eris. She had to know but then my heart stops in my chest when I remember how mad Azrael was at Lucio for doing what I did. Would Eris feel the same way?
"You okay?" Kaio asks, breaking the silence.
I lick my lips, "Yeah, just thinking about what happens after." I respond, running an anxious hand through my hair.
Kaio quiet for a moment, his thought reeling him back in just like mine do. "Why didn't Eris tell us?"
I pause on my feet to turn around and face him, "Because she's scared, Kaio." I lick my lips, "Because telling you and everyone else it happened means it's real. It means that it actually happened," I explain, swallowing thickly. "That's what she's scared of." My eyes hold his for a moment, "I don't blame her, I don't think I'd be able to handle it neither." I admit, "I'm just scared of what happens when she finally does." It scared me everyday because I seen it in her eyes. I seen how much she wanted to give up, sometimes I was scared to leave her alone because of how empty she was.
She was good at hiding it and even when she wasn't hiding, I seen it. Eris barely ate. She barely slept. She barely even left the house because she was so mentally drained. When she smiled, pain shined bright in those arises. When she laughed, it sounded like a cry for help. She seemed better but she was only breaking more. She needed to face what happened, she needed to talk about it.
"She should see a therapist." He tells me, his flashing with pain because despite Kaio being a fucking asshole, he had the biggest heart.
My fist tightens, "She doesn't need a therapist," I snap, "There's nothing wrong with her." Anger burning deep inside my chest at the thought, remembering what it was like when I had to see a therapist when I was younger. I fucking hated it. Those doctors treated me like a fucking experiment, they made me feel like something was wrong with me. I thought I was crazy because my therapist told me it wasn't normal for to behave the way I did.
There was nothing wrong with Eris.
"I didn't say anything was wrong with her," He snaps back, "But she needs to talk to someone. Ever heard of PTSD? Depression?" He then pauses dramatically as if it's a fucking joke, "Oh, what about Schizophrenia?"
I glare at him, "That's not fucking funny. Azrael strugges with it." My heart racing when I remember some of the episodes she's had, it was scary as fuck and it made my respect for Azrael grow even more because I don't think I could live like that.
"Exactly." Kaio snarls, "And look at her. She's doing fucking amazing! She's doing so much better after seeing a therapist, talking to someone helped her let go." He tells me before pause to take in the emotions written on my face, "You're scared."
