CHAPTER 46: Am I Disturbed? Not A Chance

[George's POV]

Lately, I've been having dreams of Donovan just before he died. No matter how much I try to forget that face of his, that angry yet relieved face, I just can't. In my dreams, he got up from the floor of the ring with the knife still in his chest and smiled at me.

He charged at me and started to choke me out. I couldn't breathe, and I felt my life slowly slipping away. That 's where it ended. I always woke up in a cold sweat afterwards.

This has happened for the last week or so. I haven't slept well, and it's affected me. I've fallen asleep in class, literally collapsed from exhaustion during training, and was leaning against the wall of the shower sleeping.

I don't why it's only happening now. It's been a month since that last fight, and I was sleeping fine.

It's quite worrying, but it's the least of my problems. There's only eight of us left in the group. The looks on the faces of the others when I came back was priceless. I can imagine they were very surprised to see one of the worst in the group survive.

The only people left are Alex, Carter, Rachel, Josephine, Amanda, Alistair, Toamin and me.

As usual, I'm still the worst, although I've made huge improvements. After I fought Donovan, I sort of understood how to move by watching him. Because of that, there's no longer such a huge gap between me and the seventh strongest.

It's very quiet in the room now, and that makes it very easy for me now. No one has the time to hassle me anymore, and that's thanks to Professor A. Since there are only a few of us now, he told us he was going to speed up the training.

That's been good for me, cause that's the main reason I've been able to improve at all. The hands on experience is probably the best way for me to learn. I don't really get the theory part, but when you show me it's a lot easier for me to understand.

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Warden was standing stiffly in front of a long desk that had eleven people wearing masks seated behind it.

"Warden 434, do you have an explanation for the recent happenings in your assigned group?"

Warden answered in a monotone voice.

"No need to be worried, what's happening is but a momentary slip."

One of the people at the desk let out a scoff.

"No one in the top ten of Bloc 4 is not a momentary slip. We have been watching, and we are not happy. How can there only be eight left? Have you actually been doing your job?"

Warden was visibly getting irritated, but she clenched her fists and replied without emotion.

"I have worked her for a long time, and you know my track record. There is no need to doubt my abilities."

Another person at the desk made a retort.

"That was in the past, but what if, what if you've lost your touch? I'm sure you know what would happen in that case."

Warden still stood without movement, but an experienced eye would have noticed that her knees were trembling ever so slightly.

"Rest assured. I understand perfectly."

The person at the center of the table made the last remark.

"That's good. I trust we'll be seeing improvements soon. You're dismissed."

She turned around and left the room.

She walked through a twisting path of hallways and tunnels before she found herself at her usual work station. There was a man with a cocky look on his face beside her door.

Warden's face darkened.

"What are you doing here Memo?"

The man tut-tutted and mockingly smiled at Warden?

"Don't be like that, my dear colleague. We've known each other for a long time, so there's no need for nastiness."

Warden snapped at him.

"Can it. When has there been anything but nastiness between us?"

He chuckled.

"Good point. In all our twenty years of friendship, we've never really been on good terms, have we?"

"You've got that right. So leave, if you understand that."

She tried to shove him aside and enter, but he caught her hand as she was about to open the door. His voice had gone serious.

"Rosalia, don't ignore me. Are you still mad about what happened back then?"

She pushed him away and hissed at him.

"Who said you can use my name? Don't think I've forgiven you, you back-stabbing bastard!"

She pushed him with more force this time and sent him stumbling towards the wall. She then entered the door and slammed it behind her.

Memo was left leaning against the wall, with a sorrowful expression. He slowly walked away, the bright and illuminating lighting casting a shadow around his face while memories of the past raged across his expression.

Meanwhile, Warden had leaned against the door she had slammed and slid down it gradually to the ground. Tears were trickling down her face as she let out a quiet sob.

"It's no good. His face brings back all those terrible things that happened all that time ago."

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Imagine a room where a therapist and I are having a session. My problem is that someone has been approaching me, trying to get me to be her slave.

The therapist nods, writes something in their book, and gazes at me through their glasses. I reckon they believe I'm mad, after all, who would ask someone to be their slave in this day and age?

I leap up, angrily insisting that it did happen, that they should believe me, and shake the therapist hard.

The therapist calls security, and I get carried of kicking and screaming. End of scene.

I bet that's what would happen if I actually went. But who can I talk to about my situation? I've been assaulted by Erina, and am in a room with her, with a delicious array of foods in front of me. Tell me, what do I do?