Hush-Hush ✧z.m.✧

Seven.

I stared down at the necklace that lay flat in my palm. It was the only thing I had left of my sister, the only thing to remind me of her. It had been her's, but before I left I had made sure to snatch it from her jewelry box. I knew that having this little piece of her is what would keep me going. And it has. Without this, I'd feel completely and utterly alone. It gave me comfort, like this simple piece of jewelry had Lena's soul inside it-

Fucking hell, I seriously need to shut up with this dramatic shit.

I carefully placed the simple gold chain back into my lock box knowing full well that it wasn't a bright idea to carry it on me anymore. I learned that the hard way. If Zayn hadn't been there, that necklace would have been left on the ground for some theif to take.

I cringed, my throat drying at the thought of potentially losing the thing that means the most to me.

Shaking the thought away I stood and changed into a sports bra and sweats. Being cooped up in this dorm all morning was something I did not want to do.

"Where are you headed?" Marci asked groggily as she opened one eye to look at me.

I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, while slipping my feet into my sneakers.

"The gym,"

She didn't reply, she simply turned her body toward the wall and snuggled deeper into her comforter.

I sighed, leaning down and tying my laces. If anything could clear my mind, it was going to the gym. It didn't necessarily tire me out, seeing as my physical endurance and strength were much better than any human, it just felt good to use energy.

The gym was vacant. Which wasn't unusual since this was college, and college kids did enjoy sleeping. A lot.

Putting my stuff down I began to stretch out, my bones cracking as I did so.

I groaned, feeling less tense and more at ease.

I made my way towards the treadmill, quickly setting it to a steady pace.

My breathing and heart rate barely changed but I still felt the effect of running.

60 minutes is how long it took for the first few drops of sweat to appear. They came down my forehead slowly, trailing down the sides of my jaw towards my neck. I swiftly wiped them away my hands and continued to pick up my speed as the treadmill pace increased.

Sweating was a hassle.

After a few more minutes I stopped the treadmill, quickly jumping off and wiping my face again.

I sat on the ground for a moment, my eyes trailing towards one of the large windows.

I watched the trees as they shifted in the wind, every single detail of every single leaf visible to my eyes.

As I sat there, staring mindlessly, I couldn't help to feel an overwhelming amount of self pity.

Humans seem to assume that immortality would be "cool" and "awesome" but to be completely honest it was more of a curse than a blessing.

After awhile life just gets boring. I mean it was absolutely fascinating to watch technology change and society improve,but that's it. Watching people die on the other hand, was dreadful.I know I kill people because I have to, but to watch generations die only for a new one to come in makes me feel lonely.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes harshly.

I was stuck in this cycle forever; feed myself, sleep, watch people age, and repeat.

I would always be here. Always be alive. Always.

"Fuck..." I groaned, ashamed of how pathetic I was being.