Were-Geek

21.)

(Dear constant reader,

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1.)

Everyone has their ways of coping. Mine happened to be a little different then most peoples. I would force the hurtful happening out of my head as if it had never happened at all. I would do my best to not allow myself to think of it and instead go on with my life.

My way of coping, I had come to realize, seemed to offend people. They felt I was heartless and perhaps even evil because I didn't show my emotion as openly as they did.

I recieved some strange looks from the Hunters as we looked for a suitable enough place to sleep for the night. I hummed as we searched for a hotel and the others sat in a solemn silence. I was despondent, don't get me wrong. It would just hit me later. That had been my home too and in a way the only thing I had after my attack.

I sat in the back seat beside Amy. Gabriel layed curled up on my lap. I methodically stroked along his spine, smoothing his lustrous fur over and over again. It calmed me, gave me a sense of peace conveyed through the wonderful motion of petting a cat and feeling his purr rumble through the muscles of my thighs.

I leaned my head back and sang quietly the lyrics of Cryin' by Aerosmith but it wasn't long before I reached a spot I couldn't remember so I switched to humming the rythem to Waidmanns Heil by Rammstein.

We stopped at a hotel, after much of my pesturing to find one that allowed animals, and we walked in to sign in for two rooms. The man behind the counter was young and salubrious and polite as he handed us the two keys. One room for the three guys and one for Amy and I and Gabriel.

I carried him cradled against my chest, his head on my shoulder as we walked. I began humming I don't Care by Apocalypitica and was soon singing it as we stepped into the pleasing hotel room. I dropped onto the squishy bed and looked up at the interlocking geometric shapes of the ceiling.

Amy sat down lightly at the end of the bed and I smelled restraint and deep sadness coming from her. I frowned and sat Gabriel to the side, scooting over to my friend. I had never been good at comforting people, one reason being my own wacky personality and another being my undeveloped social abilities. But I tried my best.

I hesitantly put my arm around Amy's shoulders and she inhaled sharply, trying to hold herself together. "Go ahead," I murmered, "You deserve a good cry Amy. No one will know but you and I."

That must've been the right words because she completely broke down much to my surprise. She collapsed against me and pressed her face into my shoulder as she began to sob freely. I gently rubbed my hand between her shoulders, hopefully comfortingly.

"It's just...just...so horrible," She bawled.

"I know," I replied softly with perspicacity, keeping up the steady motion with my hand. "Shhhhh," I whispered, the same way I had done with Raven one night when one of her best friends had died. I had been young then, hadn't known the abyss-like, gut wrenching grief that now had its hooks in the brave Hunter.

She continued to weep undaunted for what felt like forever. My back was cramping and my lower half was completely numb. I realized, as I watched Gabriel stare at me drowsily from his nest in the middle of the bed, that a