I walked into the bathroom of my apartment. I got everything ready and took off my clothes. I cleaned blood off and placed bandages on the wounds. I grabbed the tweezers. I took a deep breath and began removing the bullet from my arm. I clenched my jaw. I removed the other bullet from my side and applied the bandages. What am I doing? I can just leave. Can I? I glared into the mirror. I hated woman I saw. I hate myself. I punched the mirror. Blood dripped from my hand.
I heard a knock at the door. I put slipped on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Grabbing my pistol, I answered the door. It was Lena. "How did you find me? What are you doing here?" I asked. "I have my ways just like you do. I was worried," she said. She looked down. "What happened to your hand?" she asked. "Don't worry about it. Leave," I said. I don't want her to leave but it's for the better. "I'm not leaving. Please," she said. I sighed and gave in. "Bathroom. Now," she demanded. I pointed it out. She walked in, I followed. She took a towel and wet it with warm water. She looked at the mirror and grimaced. She wiped the blood off and wrapped bandages around my hand. "Merci," I muttered. "I'm sorry," she said. "For what? I'm the one who should be sorry. I hurt you. Not just physically. I know I broke your heart," I said. She kissed me. "Shut up," she said, smiling. "Just let me help you," she added. She took my hand, holding it gently. "How can you help me, chéri? I can't just leave Talon. They will come for me and bring me back, dead or alive," I said. "I won't let that happen. I'll protect you. I promise," Lena said. "You'll get hurt or even worse, killed. No, I cannot let that happen," I said. "So, you care about about me, eh?" she said with a grin. She doing it again. I'm getting soft. I don't understand how this girl is able to do this to me. I do care about her but I don't say it. I just look away. "Don't put your life on the line for me. I am your enemy," I said. "Amélie, please," she said. There she goes again. That is not my name. That girl is gone. "Please Lena, stop calling me that," I said. "But that's your name," she replied. "No it's not. I am not Amélie. She is gone. She is dead!" I said. "No! I refuse to believe that she's gone completely. I know you can't go back but I don't care. I don't need the old Amélie. I need you. I lo-" I kiss her. I cannot let those words come out of her mouth. "I'm sorry, chéri, but I am not ready to hear those words. I haven't felt genuine emotions such as these nor has anyone directed such emotions to me for a long, long time. I am not used to this," I said. "I understand, love," Lena said. "Merci, chéri," I said. She smiled and kissed me softly.
There was a knock at the door. "Hide. It could be Reaper," I said. Lena grimaced. "Do it. Or we'll both be dead," I said. Lena hid in the bedroom. I grabbed my pistol and answered the door. A small blonde woman stood there. "Where's Lena?" she asked. "Who are you?" I asked. "I'm her friend. Now where is she?" she replied. She saw the pistol in my hand. She pushed through the door and aimed her pistol at me. I did the same. Lena quickly stepped in. "Woah guys," she said. I lowered my gun. The other woman kept hers aimed. "Angela, lower the gun," Lena said. Angela lowered her gun as she kept her eyes fixed on me. "What are you doing here, Ang?" I heard Lena ask Angela in a hushed voice. "I got worried. Es tut Leid," Angela whispered back. "Is it really her," she added, looking at me. No. It's not. I'm not her… not anymore. I looked away. "You two should leave. One of my comrades might pass by and I assure you that they will not hesitate to kill the both of you," I said. "Let me stay the night, love. I want to make sure you'll be okay," Lena said. "No, chéri. Go home where you'll be safe. I'll be fine," I said. Lena but her lip. Seems like she really wants to stay. I really want her to stay as well but I cannot risk putting her in danger. I caress her cheek. "Don't worry, chéri. We will see each other again soon," I said. I would rather have it the other way. Whatever we have going on is too dangerous. "To, chéri," I said. Lena nodded and kissed me. Angela and Lena left. I sighed and went to bed.