Fallen (editing)

Chapter 28

I can barely concentrate through the day.
Every time I try to think, my mind clouds over with pain.
The bruises on my chest ache every time I move and the scars burn.
I keep the knife on my back, strapped down with some string I found in the bath room. Its black blade digs between my ribs.
I grit my teeth and hurry down the hall, racing down the hall.
"Sylt! Wait up!"
I turn around and see Halley racing after me. Ash trails behind her.
I sigh and face them. My chest twangs painfully.
I look at their concerned faces and growl. You two are the whole reason I'm in this damn mess. Pathetic mortals.
Halley stops in front of me, frowning.
"What's wrong?"
"What?"
"You've been all quiet today. And you've barely moved."
I shift on my feet, wringing my hands together.
Ash walks forward, her brow furrowed. Her hair hangs around her waist, near her crossed arms. Their blue ends shine like the knife.
"Yeah, pretty boy, what's up?"
"Nothing. Everything's fine."
Ash looks at me, her blue eyes icy. "You sure?"
Halley moves forward, putting her hand on my arm. I feel energy flowing into me.
"If you need anything, you can talk to us." Her brown eyes are warm and inviting.
I grit my teeth, clenching my jaw. "Yeah. Ok."
Pathetic mortal. I don't need you.
The knife digs into my back as I turn and walk away.
I storm down the streets leading to the apartment.
Dimitrio hops out of my bag and flies ahead of me, glancing back occasionally.
He swoops down and perches on my shoulder.
"Sylt..... You just- just get the knife to glow and we're set! You keep sulking; don't you see the opportunity? We're not gonna get another chance at this. Don't you get it?"
Anger boils in my chest. "You all think I don't get it. You- you act like I don't want to go home."
Dimitrio glares at me. "Can you blame me? You're not even collecting energy! All you do is ogle at that Ashley girl. C'mon Sylt!"
"What do you want me to do?! Start killing people?!"
"If that's what it takes. I thought I was with a demon prince, not a prissy human-loving piece of Djinn scum."
Dimitrio glares at me again, and soars ahead of me. Not even glancing back.
I clench my fists and start running.
I slam into walls and alley ways, fighting back screams.
I stop in a alley way, breathing hard.
"What do you all want from me?! I'm not good enough for you, am I? I'm never good enough."
I slouch against a brick wall, staring up at the sky. I sigh.
This is useless. No one cares, Sylt. No one. Screaming isn't getting you Djinn.
I take a few deep breaths and look over across where I'm sitting.
Ash's phoenix stares back at me, its fiery eyes piercing mine.
I take another breath and push myself up. The knife slips off my back and clatters to the floor.
I look at its blade and kick it up. It slides into my palm, glinting at me like a smirk.
I grip it tightly and start walking back to the apartment.