Haunted (Under Construction)

the unknown Part 1

Draft 4

Jericho

I heard the water turn on as I sat on my bed reading. I glanced up to see the door craked just enough to where I could just barly see Avery washing her face. Her damp orange hair clung to her face and formed a curtain over her face blocking her from my view. She turned her head suddenly and looked at me. However as qiuckly as she had glanced at me.  I turned away. She hasn't said a word to me. I just brought her here to clean up. she was covered with mud and leaves. Her dress was torn and she had several cuts and bruises. 

 She gently knocked on the door which had caused me to looked up at her. Her eyes were unfocused and help a glassy haze to them, and she carried herself with a protective deminore. I could tell her walls were slowly bilding back up. 

"Do you have some gauze? And... and a bit of rubbing alchohol?" My face fell when she said this. She had refused anyones help to tend to her wounds. I then concidered the possobility that she had been in a similar siduation befor.

What hurt was the fact that Avery Crawford was a girl of solitude. No matter what I could never change that. She was almost fully independant as well as brave. She didn't want help. She wanted to handel everything on her own. Her nature of solitude was ingraved in her just as her secrets dictated her. That was the truth and even the fact that she was my soul mate would not change that. 

I took a beep breath and studyed her. Completly studyed her. With that single outake of breath I acepted her- all of her for the first time. Her secrets, her overly independance, and her bravery- every single thing about her- I needed to accept. 

"Sure thing." I told her. She nodded her head and dissapeared into the bathroom. My heart sank when I heard the lock set in place. I was not sure if this was out of fear of me, or out of habbit. Yet apart of me felt it was because she did not trust me. 

On the way here she would tell me nothing. I had pushed for her to tell me what had happened to her neck, but she said that " It has apsolutly nothing to do with you. I can tend to myself just fine." After that i did not push. I could tell she did not want me to know. 

It was my fault. Im willing to admit to my self when I am wrong, however to her is a different story. I wanted her to find out what I was at my own turms. Instead I had lost controle.  

I took in a jagged breath as I walk down the hall to tget the first aid kit. What was a simple thing, I was at practice, and they were there. They were talking about Avery in ways they should not have, yet the way they observer me and pushed me further, and chalenged me told me they knew egxactly what they were doing- they were ripping my wolf out of me. They did that perfectly. 

As I had stared at them, their voices seemed to fade into murmurs as they laughed about her pain. That was the most sickining thing of all. I saw red as blood blured my eyes.

He was going to hurt her. 

Befor I could do a single thing my wolf broke free. Myes glowed and he shoved me to the back of my own mind. Whenever he possesed me, I was forced into a black void. It felt as if my soul was levitting in a horizontal motion. I could feel and I could see the world around me However I was not in control. I could not move nor could I talk. I was now the coniounse of my wolf just as he was to me. Yet I had willed him to flee, which he did.

He was going to hurt her. 

That was what happened, and that is why the now is. I needed to accept it, and work through it. Yet one thing echoed throw my mind.

They did hurt her.

It was a nasty thought but it was the truth. Even with all the supernatural abilities, the hexes, and strenght possible, it will never be enough. Evryone is mortal, everyone dies, and theres not a single thing I can do about it. I can not fully protect her to the point nothing could possibly harm her. There is still her self. There will always be her past and the horrible thoughts that linger within her. I can not protecter completly, but I can fight to do as closely as possible. I can defend her with my last breath, and comfort her when she does get hurt. Because the horrible truth is I am mortal, and so is she. 

I snapped to the present and noticed the open woode cabinet befor me. I reached in and pulled out the plastic red case with the white cross on it. I opened it up and retrieve what she had asked for. Then I closed the cabinet and made my way back down the hallway. Back to a girl I thought could love me. Back to the girl I was scared hated me....

Back to the unknown.

When I walked back into my room I knocked on the bathroom door and waited for her to open it. I could hear her heart quiken and I knew that she was hesitant to open the door. When she fianly did she craked it open and only reached out her hand to take the guze and rubbing achohol. She then slammed the door and my heart sank when I heard the lock click into place. 

 She did not come out for another hour or so after that. After she did come out She asked Ashlin to drive her home, and did not even look at me or tell me she was going. 

When Ash came back she said "Give her time. She needs to think." Then I went up to my room and tried to sleep.

I tried.