The Lonely Hearts Club

Chapter 15: Premonition (Bree)

My eyes ache but I can't sleep.

I can't stop thinking about him, my thoughts have been invaded.

I think there's something wrong with me.

It should be impossible to think this much about one person, especially when they are not thinking about you the same way.

Being around Hades is dangerous because he's so...addictive.

I have a feeling my touch and social deprivation has something to do with this obsession I'm about to be thrown into.

I toss and turn in my bed and wish he hadn't left my apartment.

It's nice to not be completely alone.

It's nice to have background noise instead of silence.

Silence can be so loud.

I try to focus on my bedroom.

My bedroom is my favourite room in my entire apartment.

I've painted a mural of a beach at sunset on the wall across my bed.

My bed itself is so soft and comfortable, I wish everyone could feel it.

I have a pale pink dressing table stocked with the most beautiful perfumes and jewelry.

Jewelry.

I abandon any thought of sleeping and find Hades' gifts stacked in a pile in the living room.

I open the velvet box with the necklace inside of it.

I twist the heart crystal a few times before deciding to put it back on.

My eyes are drawn to his bloody shirt discarded on the ground, now all torn and raggedy.

I know I shouldn't think like this, but seeing him tear it off his body was the hottest thing I've ever seen.

I mentally slap myself.

That should not be hot.

He was slashed by a lunatic.

He had to tear it off in a moment of life or death.

I glance at his pants casually tossed in a ball on the floor.

He said he would be back.

But maybe he won't...what if he's lying to me?

What do I do with his clothes if he decides to never come back into my life?

I start panicking when I see he's also left his first aid box.

He's not gonna have his emergency first aid kit anymore if he doesn't come back to get it.

Is he gonna clean his cut himself?

Will someone help him?

Will another girl help him?

He's probably with a girl right now.

I feel sick.

See? This is what I mean.

I can't see him again, I'm getting obsessed.

My head starts violently spinning and I decide to get back in my bed even though I don't want to.

I need to sleep.

But I hate going to sleep.

It's where your brain brings the most traumatic and fucked up shit to the front of your mind.

I close my eyes and count until my head hurts.

Someone's knocking on my apartment door.

"Bree?"