Just To Be In Your Hands

Party crashers

Silence, what is silence? A feeling of serenity? Of peace? How would I know? I haven't ever even seen a glimpse of it ever since I was a little girl.

There were always voices, figures, people, other beings. I don't know why I was chosen, not like I had much to offer, but they always had something to tell me; calling out to me, I can't keep the noises out.

My pills and prescriptions are my only friends in this world, at least that's how I viewed it before I met her. Kiera was my best accomplice, she was a friend and a good way to keep my crippling anxiety at bay whenever it gnawed at me; "giants! They're gonna eat us alive, snatch us out of our homes! They're out to get me!".

She always found a way to calm me down, and got me to extend my rather small circle of friends, Rayne and the others; while they may be honestly, quite scary to spend time around; they're not the worst bunch, definitely much better than creepy old men telling me Im "much too pretty and young to be binding my time at a boring old library".

I never got along with people my age either way, I'm not really a people person, perhaps that's why I choose to work at a quiet little local library rather than follow my friends to the unknown land of beasts just to have one "ecstatic night for once". 

The only logical reason for sneaking out of the security of our city, of course, went to Kiera. All she did was perform rituals where she wouldn't be bothered by any unwanted company, understandably.

I couldn't have been luckier to have a friend who watches out for me and even risks getting banished by the law or worse, devoured by a giant just so she could finish her protective spell for me. I should visit her again, but even the thought of leaving my own house sends shivers down my spine. What if something happens to me?

I could get kidnapped, hit by a car, or what if a giant discovers Faunatra? It would doom us all. Thinking about all of those possibilities made me quiver uncontrollably in my seat to the point where even my darling cat, Lavender, noticed it and jumped onto my lap.

I usually pet my kitties whenever they're on me but I just couldn't this time, I couldn't move my limbs as Lavender's fluff brushed up against my chest and she rubbed her head against my arm which was resting on the armrest of the couch that seemed to be the lifeboat in the middle of my stormy sea of doubts and fear.

Yet even as I felt as if I was drowning, Lavender's warmth slowly started bringing me back up to the surface. I shakily raised my hand and started gently stroking her long, black fur.

She purred under my touch, helping me calm down further. Seeing all my attention and affection being directed towards Lavender, my other cat, Daisy grew jealous as she rushed towards the couch and started clawing at it, crying out to me to give her some attention as well.

I cracked a small smile as I bent down and patted Daisy's orange little head. It was nice to know that I wasn't alone and was still loved by at least two furry friends; they were my whole world after all, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to them.

Thinking of friends, I can't get myself to leave my house, but I really should call Kiera, hopefully, she's doing better than I am.

I picked up my phone to call her, bringing it up to my ear, only for the call to be sent to voicemail. I called again, but alas, no luck.

Perhaps she's busy with her store? No...what if it's worse, what if the last time she went out she didn't make it back to the city, what if-

Right as my mind was rushing with intrusive thoughts, making my head throb, suddenly a loud knock at my door almost shook me off my seat, startling Lavender on my lap. I quietly said "Coming.", and slowly let Lavender down my lap to stand up and answer the door, my heart thumping in my chest, as I reached the hallway that led to the front door.