"Donavan!" Tracy screamed so loudly, the window practically cracked.
"Tracy!" Donavan retorted, almost causing the window to fully break.
Tracy's excitement quickly faded when she realized that it was Donavan who threw the dagger.
"Donavan" she began, voice raspy with nervousness. "Why did you throw the dagger?"
Donavan only looked as puzzled as she did earlier.
"Dagger, what dagger?" Donavan said looking around. Tracy stepped back picking up the dagger off of the floor.
"This one" she said tossing it back at him. Donavan eyes grew wide with worry.
"Tracy where did you…" he trailed off fiddling with the sharp object in his hand.
Tracy just looked at him in awe. Donavan continued to play with the dagger in his hand not paying any attention to any and everything around him. Tracy didn't know what to think whether to believe him about the thrown dagger or not to. She just stood in the doorway looking at him. Donavan continued to play with the dagger forgetting that Tracy was even in the room.
"Donavan" Tracy started her voice a bit raspy from the nervousness. Donavan only gave her a blank stare, he looked funny though. Something about that dagger compelled him to beg for his sanity inside his own head.
"Donavan" the voice inside his head whispered.
"Donavan" it continued to say louder, and louder until;
"DONAVAN!" the voiced yelled so loud that it startled him, causing him to fall backward. Tracy rushed to him catching him right before he hit the ground.
"Donavan" Tracy tried again, not realizing that he was unconscious. Once she realized that he was unconscious, she began violently shaking him, not knowing that she was actually causing more damage than helping.
Donavan finally began to wake and Tracy eyes glowed with excitement. She was beginning to think that he would never recover.
"How long was I out" he asked, voiced kind of mute.
"Three days" she said trying to hide the truth.
