> Sebastian muttered. >
Harry chuckled before squeezing his eyes shut and letting out a groan of pain.
« She's really something, isn't she? » He stated knowingly. Harry's green eyes had clouded as he recounted the memories he shared with Evelyn Summers.
Sebastian nodded in agreement, he eyes analyzing Harry. Harry Edwards was nothing special- nothing that would explain why Evie cared so much for him, why she seemed to open up to him unlike anyone else. >
Harry's words sent Sebastian into a state of temporary shock, because once he got over that, rage ignited within him.
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Sebastian stilled, waiting to hear more.
> Harry spoke, now turning to face Sebastian.
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Sebastian nodded his head, trying to not look so desperate as he did so.
« She does that to people. » Harry spoke softly. > >
Sebastian was now standing over Harry's bed, listening to all he had to say.
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A large piece of wood was embedded into my back.
When the chair had crashed into the ground, I vaguely remember hearing the splintering of wood, and unfortunately, my body paid the price.
After heaving up a considerable amount of blood, I collapsed. Sebastian had Callum call the gang doctor, and once he finished examining me, he concluded that I had internal damage, a concussion, and major bruising and swelling. It wasn't the physical pain that had bothered me.
Once I woke up, I had decided that everything Sebastian had said was utter bullshit, and that I shouldn't care. But doubt, doubt is a manipulative bitch. It wasn't long before I found myself thinking about Danny, searching for my self-worth, and hating myself for every second that went by.
> Mason's voice made tears spring to my eyes, and my shoulders shook pitifully as I held in my cries.
> The smallest bit of worry leaked into his tone, and my lips began to tremble.
Mason easily pushed the pill into my mouth, tilting my head back and he poured some water into my mouth. I swallowed weakly, my eyes still shut. A whimper left my lips and I felt tears build up, my eyelids now working as dams. I was overcome with a tsunami of emotions, and all I wanted to do was cry.
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How ignorant.
It's funny, really, how people can just tell you that you're okay, when in fact you are from it. My chest was aching painfully and I wanted tell release the storm that was brewing within me.
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No I'm not.
No I'm not.
No I'm not.
> I screamed, tripping over the blanket. Mason reached out for me, but I jerked away from him and collapsed onto the ground. Pain flared up over my body and my tears increased. I was in hysterics.
Mason called out to someone, but I hadn't heard what he said. The sobs racked my small frame and I couldn't help but press myself up against the wall in hopes to disappear.
To escape from everything.
The second Sebastian entered the room; I let out a petrified scream.
I was no longer crying at this point.
Not crying, sobbing. A heart-wrenching sob that could make other's cry from just hearing something so heartbreaking.
Sebastian approached me, and once again, I found myself poised to attack.
> I snapped, > Bystanders would easily say judging from my state, Sebastian had already done just that.
But I refused to let him win.
Sebastian shook his head almost regretfully.
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> He admitted to me, standing mere inches away. >
That threw me off guard and I stared at him in confusion.
He took a step forwards, pressing me between his body and the wall.
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