RPOV

Tick... Tok... Tick... Tok

Did the clock hand just move backwards? What the hell, I was getting pretty sick of this shit. Hans said I wasn't ready to go on full duty with Lissa, that I still needed to heal. I knew it had to do mostly with my mother and father harassing the shit out of him.

I was 18 and now was when those two bastards decided to come and ruin my life. OK maybe I was over exaggerating... They weren't ruining it, but man were they being scared little worrywarts about me. Not to mention how they would look at Dimitri every time he would come near me.

So here I was, in the damn guardians office, doing paperwork. Yes, it was paperwork for my own reports. But come on wasn't this worse than just letting me walk around with Lissa all day. This was a damn torture. I hated the office, I hated just sitting here. And I HATED that damn clock. It teased me all day. Never seeming to go forward.

I got up. Enough was enough. I grabbed a chair catching the attention of the guardians around me. I stepped on it, making one of them stand up. I reached up and grabbed the clock and threw it across the room. Everyone ducking out of the way. If I was going to be here for this long I was not going to let that damn clock Tick tok away...