More Than Life Itself

Running Out

Eislyn P.O.V.

I don't even know where I'm going. I just run. I'm so embarrassed. Dagger seems like a strangely sophisticated guy, and I can't even read a menu. With Ajax, Dash, and Hunt, it didn't seem that bad telling them because I don't feel the same way I do around Dagger. 

I just want to be the best for Dagger because I could see myself really getting to know him, but I'm a worthless, useless brat. I could never deserve a man like Dagger. He's so out of my league that I shouldn't even be two feet from him. I could be a thousand miles away from him, and I still don't deserve to be that close. 

He's so sweet yet flirty, kind but cocky. I don't deserve someone like that. 

I try to read the street signs but scream in frustration when I can't. I really am useless. My mother was right. I'm always going to need her. I should go back. I can take another beating. I can take a thousand more, but that would be horrible. I don't want to go back there. I actually got to sleep in a bed last night. How exciting is that?! And now, I don't know where I am. Or where I'm going. Or what I am. I have no idea what I'm doing. 

I look around the town, but I don't even remember where I can from. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I start heading in no particular direction. Everything turns into a blur besides the fact that my feet are bleeding from the rocks and my legs feel like they are about it collapse. 

Cars rush by me. My breathing turns shallow. I take a quick break, looking up at the high rises and I realise that I've made it to the city. The sky is getting darker, but the sun is still up. Shit, how many hours have I been walking?

I glance at the buildings to find myself staring at one that says Eastwood Industries. 

Dagger.

I quickly cross the cement walkway and make my way into the building. It's elegantly decorated, and I see a man at a desk. I wonder if he could help me find Dagger. I know I just ran away from him, but I don't care about embarrassment anymore. I'm hungry, thirsty, tired, and my bleeding feet are going to kill me. 

I make my way to the desk, but I'm brushed aside, just as I was before at the train station. I try to get the man's attention, but I only get disgusted looks. My head starts to ache as I walk away from the counter. I sway on my feet slightly. 

Putting a hand to my forehead, I try to cool myself down, but nothing seems to be working out.

That's when everything goes black.