Written in the Sand: Book 1 of the "Written" duology

Paper Cuts

Trigger Warning for Self-inflicted Harm!! Involves a box-cutter. If you don't want to read the heavy shit like that, then stop when it's bolded:

"I wanted to forget everything for a while... and this seemed like the best solution right now."

And possibly continue if you are not squeamish where is says:

"I felt light headed and dizzy."

Have fun ;))

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Rushing to the bar, I barely made it in time. I left a little late, and I reprimanded myself for it. I needed to get my shit together.

I looked around to see Trevor sitting in the back, two drinks sitting on the table. I gave a small smile as I approached.

"Hey," I said. Trevor whipped his head around and gave me a big smile.

"Thought you wouldn't make it," He said, standing up and giving me a hug. "I thought so too," I said, sitting down across from him.

We chatted for a while. About small things, mostly about his work. I asked him questions that he seemed pleased to answer, but never asking any in return. By the time it was dark out, he was on his fourth beer and I was on my second water.

"Hey, you okay tonight? You seem slightly distracted," Trevor commented. I gave him a shrug and a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I've got a lot on my mind," I said. Which was true. I liked having Trevor around as company. It was refreshing to talk to someone about everyday things that didn't involve werewolves, magic, or death.

Or Hamish, A small part of me thought.

It would be much better if Trevor wasn't so absorbed in himself, though.

"Did you want to talk about it?" Trevor asked, looking over the rim of his glass.

Just like Hamish would.

I couldn't help but inwardly flinch at the memory that was still so raw. I shook my head. "No, I'll be alright," I said.

Trevor gave a doubtful look at me, then gave a shrug like it wasn't his problem.

"Hey, what's your zodiac sign?" I asked him, just to get a conversation going. Trevor gave a deep and dramatic sigh. "You're one of those people, huh?" He asked.

I gave him an offended look. "Well, I was just curious," I said. Trevor then laughed.

"I'm a Gemini," He finally said, still laughing. "As if that makes a difference," I gave a nod, making that a mental note. It makes all the difference, I thought.

We finished up our friendly meeting and Trevor walked me out into the cool night. I breathed in the crisp, late-winter-early-spring wind as it blew towards us, toying with my soft curls that had escaped the two buns on my head. I looked at Trevor as we stood there, looking at one another.

"Well," I said finally. "I guess this is goodnight," I smiled up at him. He gave me a grin. "Good night, Mazikeen," Trevor said, his teeth flashing in the night. I started to back and turn away only to be grabbed by my wrist gently. For a split second I was tossed into a memory.

Hamish grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him. Hamish took a deep breath. "I know you feel this," He whispered. He dropped my hand. "But if you don't, just walk away right now. I won't fight it, and I won't try to talk you out. Just, please..." He said mercifully, looking at me-