↠ FALLEN ANGEL [Matt Murdock]

EIGHT ↠ TWO AM TRIPS

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CHAPTER EIGHT

I slouched into the chair in my training room, hissing as I stretched my wound.

Just fucking great.

I thought, I had to restitch the damn thing thanks to Matt. Plus he gave me a new wound to stitch up.

I had taken the knife out of my shoulder ages ago but it was as if I could still feel it in there. 

So there I sat twirling his knife in my hand, I had stitched up my shoulder and just finished the one I had reopened in my abdomen.

Silent tears fell down my face. What the actual hell was I doing? Getting involved with The Devil. It was like I was throwing those months I had spent searching for answers away. I couldn't let him get in the way.

I had enough shit in my life already, without adding his shit. He somehow worked his way into my head and I was fed up of it. All of his 'let's hold hands and save humanity together' crap was pissing me off tremendously. Danny didn't need that danger I was adding to his already fucked up life because of me.

I guess it all goes back to that huh. Me. I got myself into this shit. I was the reason for my parents death. No not death, murder. I was the reason for my sisters death.

Fuck.

My tears had turned to sobs and I couldn't even control myself. If I couldn't control myself then how was everything else supposed to fare? It wouldn't, if I couldn't get a grip then I would be ruining Danny's life even more then I already had.

Trying to get control of my sobs, I put the first aid kit back underneath the bench just as little patting of feet echoed through the apartment.

"Yana?" Danny trudged into the training room wrapped in his blanket. He was clothed in his cute dinosaur pyjamas and his hair was ruffled like he had just woken up.

"Shit, sorry Danny did I wake you?" I slowly rose from the chair heading over to comfort him.

"It's okay, Yana. I came to see if you were okay?" He wrapped his little arms around my neck as I lifted him up, trying not to get blood on him

"I'm good, kid." I sniffed and he wiped away my tears.

"Doesn't seem that way." He smiled sadly.

"No it's fine, I was just thinking of Mum and Dad." Now it was my turn to smile sadly. Another half lie, I was thinking about them, but about so much more too.

"I miss them too. I still don't get why we have to hide because of them.. them you know... not being here anymore." He rested his head on my shoulder and I began to walk back to his room.