Seven, Water

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A/N Sorry in advance, this chapter is VERY short.

"So, what do you want to do?" Jason asked.

"I don't know." Elliana admitted.

"Why did you want me to stay exactly?"

"Because... well..."

"Because I'm amazing?"

Elliana giggled. "Have you seen Divergent?" She said.

"No, never heard of it. Why?"

Elliana smiled and pulled him over to her couch. She selected the movie, but as soon as it started she heard a scream.

She looked back at Jason and questioned him. She asked him what was wrong multiple times, but no reply came. He jumped up and ran to the sink. He grabbed the nearest cup, filled it to the brim with water, and gulped it down in no time. Then he put his head under the tap and let the water flood his face. Elliana was confused. Suddenly, she remembered. He couldn't be away from water for more that an hour. She grabbed his arm in an attempt to drag him to the bath, as he obviously couldn't fit in the sink. She yanked his arm, but her tiny self couldn't drag his tall muscular figure.

She gave one last tug with all of her strength. He turned to look at her. His face was full of anger. He threw her against the island. She heard a crack and felt a sharp pain in her wrist. Something red began to corrupt her vision and she felt another pain, this one in her forehead. She wiped her face with her good hand and got up to drag him again. He shoved her back again, this time not even bothering to look at her. She felt a discomfort in her ankle, and something had moved in her shoulder. A new layer of blood covered her eyes.

The next time she began to tug, she knew she wasn't making a difference. She wouldn't have in the first place, but her injuries were rendering her practically useless. So she turned the tap off. His figure immediately slumped down, and he lost all his strength. Elliana pushed him a little ways to the bathroom. She turned the bath on. He immediately dived for it.

Elliana excited the room to give him some privacy. She grabbed an ice pack to cover her wounds. Then she let herself cry. It hurt, and it hurt a lot. What had gotten into him?

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