Shattered Crystal

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I opened my eyes and stared at the plain ceiling of my bedroom. My fingers were shaking and I could feel myself soaked in my own sweat. Not long after I heard a sharp intake of breath and low groan. I wanted to smile and thank the one beside me for being there but I just couldn't. Drumming inside my head begun like an intro to yet another stressful day.

"Hey...."

He whispered low against my neck, "you are awake."

"Yeah...I guess you could say that." I replied softly my eyes still stuck to the ceiling.

I felt him sit and push himself closer tk the head of the bed as he stretched out his back and arms. Instantly I was guilty.

"Why stay?" I asked him when I felt his finger hover above my head knowing he was just about to stroke my hair like he usually did after nights like that.

"Because I want to." Was his reply as the last time. I sighed blinking back tears of shame. His fingers laced themselves in my hair and he started to go through it at a slow steady rhythm.

My thoughts went to the Rollercoaster that I went on yesterday. It's omitting anybody can do. Go to the amusement park with your only friend who you secretly have a crush on and just have fun. Unfortunately the psychologically tortured person I am is apparently not entitled to that privilege instead I am bestowed with the uncontrollable reflex of breaking down in panic and passing out. Completely ruining the fun for everybody else.

I can't go to the park because dogs keep backing harshly around me, the metal rod in my leg makes it difficult to try any new physical activities like cliff diving which for some reason I really want to try and I have this odd habit of dyeing my hair more frequently than most people. And yet some how I managed to get this wonderful guy to care about me.

"I am not worth it." I whispered telling him honestly.

He sighed. I could feel him roll his eyes at me. He stopped stroking my hair and I hate that I missed his touch. But I should get used to his absence because his presence is just to precious for some weirdo like me to have. I don't deserve it.

He sighed deeply and got of the bed. For a second I thought, 'this is it. I did it. I finally got him to leave.'

Instead much to my well concealed relief, he paced the floor infront of the foot of the bed in frustration. He pulled at his soft light locks and heat rushed up to his face. He shot me an intense stare that had me turning away in shame. He stormed up to me and got me to my feet. I still had on the long sleeved shirts of mine I use to cover up old scars I don't remember getting and the dark jeans I wore yesterday for our failed trip to the amusement park.

"You ignite parts of me I did not even know existed," He started as he stalked and trapped me against a wall, " I don't get get angry. I am calm. Heaven knows I never get angry more so enough to hit anyone but dammit Crys!!"

I swallowed back tears. I knew it. I knew he would grow to hate me. No body is that perfect.

I did not realize I was sobbing until I was lulled into his wide warm chest. My head was cradled by his large palm and his other hand surrounded my waist burying me further into his strong embrace.

"I can hit people too, Crystal," he whispered in my hair, "I have hit people to the brick of death for pissing me off."

He sighed and buried his nose into the crook of my neck inhaling deeply, "You piss me off, Crys. You damn right infuriate me."

I let out a shaky breath.

"I rather have you, us, just like this, surrounded and filled with each other...because it would kill me if I ever lay hand on you. "

I sobbed.

**

Zack spewed his cola right on to Rachael's new red carpet.

"What?" He gasped, "What is this?!"

Rachael and Carl turned to him, completely unbothered by his outburst.

"What is it, Zack? I thought you supported her moving on from Felix?" Rachael shrugged turning back in her chair. Zack spluttered, getting up from his seat and dramatically running through his hair in frustration.

"I- I did, O-Of course I did. I just did not expect it this soon. i mean did she not just leave the supernatural life behind?" He exclaimed as he started pacing, "she hasn't yet had a chance to heal. She hasn't had the chance to rebuild her life." Zack explained.

"Are you worried about her?" Rachael asked.

Zack settled calmly back to his seat and put a hand to his chin in thought. He hummed over the question he was given and then got to his feet again.

"I must be losing my mind," he announced, "It was nice stalking the life of the poor girl up until now but I cannot continue living like this. I must return to my own coven and also find Danny."

And with a blast of wind he was gone. Carl shrugged and continued watching.

**

The door opened to reveal the light from the outside world. It was blinding white and almost burning to the eyelids. Especially after spending so many months buried under so much self loathing and guilt. Amy sighed grabbing the little suitcase she was gifted during her stay at the coven. She couldn't remember the last time she was outside. Amy sighed and took in a breath of air, taking a step further away from the grand castle like building that she would normally comment that it came out of Harry Potter Series.

She has her hands fisted tight, one as it held on to the handle of the suitcase and she swore to the air, the wind and the trees, not out loud, that she would never use magic ever again.