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Lena Austen has been sleeping the whole day.
She doesn't know what stage of her reset she is in anymore. She's been skipping stages for a whole week, going back to stage one and then immediately after finding herself in stage four. Then she's back in stage two and she's lost track by now. All she knows is the Calling has been stronger than ever, and she was sleeping one minute and the next she is not, falling to the floor with a rough thud and a small, harsh gasp.
The pain shooting out of her shoulders is what woke her up so suddenly. Small droplets of blood can be seen through the white tee where her wings try sliding their way out of her shoulder blades, like trapped butterflies. She fights the urge, as she has for the whole week, but this time it's nearly impossible. The pain is blinding, and she lets out a scream as it tears through her. It's drowned out by the music pumping downstairs. The Crowbar is crowded today. Aside from music, there's the loud chatter and a whooping noise or two. It's deafening in comparison to her own cry of help. For anyone. Anything.
Slowly, almost impossibly, she brings herself to her feet. Her legs are wobbly, and she sways back and forth as she makes her way out the door and into the hallway. She trips on the stairs and almost falls in the process, an ache throbbing painfully inside her head, to the point there's no proper footing anymore. She stops at the very last stair, gasping for breath, trying to say something but it's lost in the attempt to breathe. Her vision blackens when she opens her eyes and she doesn't see where she is going at first.
Emotions slam into her, one thick wave after another after another. None of them are hers. Lust, anger, excitement, guilt, euphoria. They all spiral their way into her system until she's dizzy with them. Lena crashes into the table next to her, glass shattering on the floor. She ignores the shouting left behind her as she pushes her way past the throng of people to get to Sonny's office.
It feels like she may not make it in time.
She doesn't know what stage of her reset she is in anymore. She's been skipping stages for a whole week, going back to stage one and then immediately after finding herself in stage four. Then she's back in stage two and she's lost track by now. All she knows is the Calling has been stronger than ever, and she was sleeping one minute and the next she is not, falling to the floor with a rough thud and a small, harsh gasp.
The pain shooting out of her shoulders is what woke her up so suddenly. Small droplets of blood can be seen through the white tee where her wings try sliding their way out of her shoulder blades, like trapped butterflies. She fights the urge, as she has for the whole week, but this time it's nearly impossible. The pain is blinding, and she lets out a scream as it tears through her. It's drowned out by the music pumping downstairs. The Crowbar is crowded today. Aside from music, there's the loud chatter and a whooping noise or two. It's deafening in comparison to her own cry of help. For anyone. Anything.
Slowly, almost impossibly, she brings herself to her feet. Her legs are wobbly, and she sways back and forth as she makes her way out the door and into the hallway. She trips on the stairs and almost falls in the process, an ache throbbing painfully inside her head, to the point there's no proper footing anymore. She stops at the very last stair, gasping for breath, trying to say something but it's lost in the attempt to breathe. Her vision blackens when she opens her eyes and she doesn't see where she is going at first.
Emotions slam into her, one thick wave after another after another. None of them are hers. Lust, anger, excitement, guilt, euphoria. They all spiral their way into her system until she's dizzy with them. Lena crashes into the table next to her, glass shattering on the floor. She ignores the shouting left behind her as she pushes her way past the throng of people to get to Sonny's office.
It feels like she may not make it in time.