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Started May 14, 2018 by Deleted user

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Ryan turned to Belle, "Wait verdict… Ugh," He sighed, "Lawyers…"

"Yeah. Whenever she does one of these interrogations, she'll text me her verdict, or her opinion of them. She'll decide if she liked them or not."

"She's deciding if I'm worthy," He smiled, "Best of luck to her,"

And as if on cue, her phone buzzed. 'How in the hell did you get so lucky? He's perfect for you! Best of luck to both of you as you travel along together. And, final question, when's the wedding?' 'JESS' 'Love ya!' "Seems like she likes you."

"At least someone does," He stood up stumbled, falling back onto the couch, hiding his wince.

"Careful now. Is everything alright?" Seriously? Yeah, you already know something's wrong.

"Yeah, I'm okay," red lines followed veins and nerves coming from his shirt and spreading to the skin of his neck.

"Bull. Shit. What is happening?" She lightly traced the lines in confusion but also interest.

Ryan took a quick breath, touching them hurt but he didn't pull away from her. "I don't know, it's probably nothing,"

(The lines look like almost what lightning strike victims get)

She pulled her hand away, they probably hurt like hell. "It's absolutely not nothing. It looks like you got struck by lightning."

(Like this guy but Ryan's are red and all over his upper back, spreading to his neck and lower back)

She pulled her hand away, they probably hurt like hell. "It's absolutely not nothing. It looks like you got struck by lightning."

"I don't know they just hurt and those scratches won't heal either."

(My best friend's friend got struck by lightning 4 times.)

(1. Is she okay? 2. That's cool!)

"Something is definitely not right. Everything connects somehow but how? And why?"

"Something is definitely not right. Everything connects somehow but how? And why?"

Ryan pulled his shirt over his head revealing the rest of the marks along with his still nasty looking scars, he wasn't even healing on a human speed, they were unchanged.

She hated seeing him like this, it hurt. A lot. "Mirror mirror something's strange a reflection shouldn't change." She mumbled under her breath.

Ryan stood up, his feet didn't want to hold his body weight but eventually, he made his way to the fridge to grab a blood back. When he came back with it he was walking normally. He sat down and as he drank it the lines on his back moved around like a dog's tail, frantically wagging around the tears in his back. He growled at the pain, this was enough compulsion to starve him.

She toyed with her ring, its gentle shimmer and shine somewhat relaxing. What was happening? And, more importantly, what are the steps to getting rid of it?

Ryan put the blood bag down, half drank. His face turned pale and he went into a coughing fit almost in an instant. Whatever was inside of him didn't want him eating, that became clear when he rushed to the bathroom.

She brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs. She was so worried and a bit confused. What was going on? She understood the not eating thing, something trying to kill you from the inside by starving you, but everything else was a mystery.

Ryan laid on the bathroom floor, curled into a ball of confusion.

Her heart hurt, her head hurt, and she was stressed out and confused. A.k.a. all the ingredients necessary for an anxiety attack. She could feel the sharp blackness creeping in from the corners of her mind, threatening to force her over the edge.

Ryan remember the entire conversation they had with Jessie and decided he didn't want Belle to be alone, or maybe he didn't want to be alone but either way, he pushed himself up and sat on the couch, curled up with his head in her lap.

Was it obvious she was fighting against an attack? Trying to keep her cool when all she wanted to do was have a mental breakdown? She forced herself still, doing a few breathing exercises and fighting to keep her head above the water.

Ryan sat up and pulled her in, "Everythings okay, you get so worked up,"