Take Note : It's All Different

16. Pain and Lies

He lied to me.

Avery lied to me.

Couldn't he trust me?

Why wouldn't he? I haven't done anything to lose his trust. Although I haven't done anything to gain it either.

He was still tense around me. His voice remained weak.It was nothing difference to how he had been.No different to how he had spoken to me before.But this time he lied.

He lied confidently.

He lied easily.

Even before that boy was out of my sights I was running to my room. As he rounded the corner I rounded the opposite towards my room. With the quick pace of my steps and the passing of my hand against the dagger in my dress my hand began to pain.

I had narrowly avoided looking at my hand for the whole day.Pain was a mental game. If you saw it you felt it. If you gave it any attention you felt it. The pain was always there just not as harsh as it was now.

Stinging I clasped my hand into a fist and felt the wetness of my hand. It was bleeding again. It had already bled a significant amount. A sudden outburst of pain sent my hand limp. Before long I had regained feeling but it was not as it had been. The pain had worsened. It was almost unbearable.

It sent jolts up my arm and so I had to look. The bandage was now red. The fluid pushing through the fabric of the cloth. I rushed quickening my step to my room.

I found my room door with a thud as I pressed my hands against it in hope of it opening straight away. Instead I had to rummage for my key within my dress and unlock it. The key was spotted with blood and the door handle similar. It was beginning to look like a crime scene.

When I entered my room I unravelled my hand. The scar was gushing out blood like it was last night. Knowing that no one could see me I ran to the bathing area and let the water run over my hand. As the water run my pain was soothed but looking at the amount of blood I was loosing I felt queezy.

The cold of the water burned my hand but the pain slowly subdued. As I took deep breathes I figured that it wasn't as harsh. Jolts were not continuous and the flow of my blood was even. Ever so slightly I managed to slow down the speed of the water. Adjusting the tap to a nice even pressure. As the water pressure lessened or lowered the pain increased and I was forced to turn it up once more.

I was no wuss for pain but this killed. I could withstand most things. I withstood it last night but now it was unbearable. The constant pain was killing me.

I couldn't stand here forever either and I knew that. Not with Avery about to run away to Quersan with fake signatures in his hand.

Fake signatures of those who had helped me and shown care towards me since my arrival. What if it was to endanger them. Did Avery think of that. He is a courtesan so his brain capacity is somewhat questionable.

Avery! He'd looked at my hand before he walked away from me. I swear he had looked at it. He looked at it and within a few steps the pain increased. Here anything was possible so was it possible that Avery could make me feel pain.

Did Avery do this so that he would be able to run away and I couldn't follow. With that thought fresh in my mind I turned off the water and wrapped up my hand immediately. With new cloth and some ripped up curtain as well as my dress. So far the entire skirt of the dress has been devoted to my hand. I awkwardly tied the cloth up tight so that the pressure on it could help to stop the bleeding.

With one last look in the mirror I turned on my heels towards the door. I was going to find out exactly what Avery's plans were or had been before I so rudely interrupted.

Walking down the hallway again I thought to myself about the connection here both physical psychological and emotional as well as magical. If Avery had imposed pain upon me it would be somewhat magical or psychological but what if it was something else.

We were twins shouldn't he feel my pain too.

Is it possible with fraternal twins?

Could I feel his pain?

Was this his pain?