Disclaimer: I do not under any circumstances own VA (sadly). I only own a few characters and the plot.

Oh, and the first line to this chapter is from the movie Queen of The Damned. I watched it the other night and it gave me inspiration for tis chapter, but I don't own it. Not a bad movie, if you're into the whole vamp thing :)

Enjoy!

Chapter 21

There comes a time for every vampire when the idea of eternity becomes momentarily unbearable. Immortals have all the time in the world to do as they pleased, feed off who ever looked, or should I say smelt, good. But no measure of good-tasting blood can bloke out the dreaded loneliness that comes with eternity. One must accept that eternity is a pain in the ass and is not to be taken lightly. And to those who were turned against their will, well bad luck buddy. Join the club.

Being Strigoi isn't as bad as they say. It's worse. It's as if being a monster is acceptable. No guilt, no shame, just knowing the inevitable fate of every one of my victims, whom stood in my path unknowing what the consequences would be in doing so.

So when someone tampers with fate and travels backwards, it's not surprising that the outcome then turns backwards as well.

I'd thought everything through with turning back into a dhampir and attempting being shadow kissed again. I wouldn't be connected to Lissa, which was utterly essential for my plan. The problem was, my plan could very nearly not only turn me insane, but also Lissa. And not to mention the mere thought of the ghosts coming rushing back to haunt me. Was I tempted to take that chance? Well, I wouldn't have shot myself if I weren't.

If Lissa had indeed the strength to bring me back to life then everything would be going swell and the bond would return. Only problem is, I just hoped she'd survive the process, as it does drain her energy and power. But with Adrian's help, I had no doubts that she'd be safe from doing too much damage.

I felt her before my eyes were able to open. She was sitting right next to me, her hand clutching my cold, weak one. I was so cold. My head throbbed as an excruciating headache – transforming into a mind grain – settled in. I was hesitant to open my eyes. Where would I be? I didn't have to move to know I was on something soft. Perhaps a couch? Who else would be in the room?

And then it occurred to me that a miracle happened. It wasn't the fact that Lissa's hand was holding mine, making me sense her presence. It was her emotions, her wariness towards the situation, and her worrying thoughts about me jolting around in her head. She was biting her nails on her other hand.

My God, why hasn't she woken yet? What's wrong with her? I thought I did it.

Yep, there were her thoughts. Spanking my brain as I heard them. Could she have 'thought' any louder? I briefly winced, making her flinch. Her grip on my hand tightened.

"Rose?"

A shuffle of feet toward the bed made me realise that others were in the room too. My eyes weren't responding to my command. It wasn't time to open them yet and tell everyone to shut up and let me sleep.

She's breathing and she just bloody moved! Should I slap her? Maybe not, she'd kick my butt if I did…

You're damn right about that.

And just like that, I was in her head as if all I had to do was flip the switch and bam! I was there. Her eyes were looking down as me with anxiety and, good lord, did I look terrible. My eyes were baggy as if I've had no sleep and had been living off coffee. My skin tone took a walk on the deathly white side and now I could have been perceived as Snow White. Or Strigoi, but my canines didn't annoy me with that uncontrollable thirst so I shrugged the thought away. All I needed was twelve dwarves. Twelve Strigoi dwarves standing next to me all with pitchforks? I would have laughed if I were awake.

Lissa's eyes drifted from mine to across from her where Adrian now stood. He was clutching my other hand, rubbing it with soft fingers. He looked exhausted as well, and his messily styled hair took a turn for the worst, resembling a whacked up scientist.

"Her aura is dull," he muttered, eyeing my face with concern.

Lissa exploded with worry. I dearly hoped she wouldn't pop a vein somewhere.

"Dull? That means she's not going to-"

"She's alive, but just. Heal her when you've built up enough energy to…"

He kept talking but Lissa and I zoned him out, as she immediately started to heal. I was beginning to feel warm, like I was in a sauna. It was a nice feeling, until I realised how bloody weak she was too, from healing me already. I tried to tell Lissa to stop but unfortunately the bound only worked one way, yet again.

Suddenly the warmth was gone and Adrian reached over and shook Lissa by the shoulders, breaking her concentration.

"Are you mad?" he growled, eyes blazing. "You're no good to her if you drown yourself in spirit!"

"It's worth the cost if it improves her health!" she bit back in the same tone.

"Right now you need to rest and let Rose do her own healing. I'm not surprised if you're woken her up and now she's watching us in your head," Adrian said, returning to his side of the bed, giving her a stern look. Lissa huffed at him with irritation, before lowering her eyes at me, softening her troublesome expression.

Why she strained herself to better me, I have no idea. She's too damn stubborn to listen to Adrian's rational response and accept it, and she barely looked at him as the time drained on. I returned back to my body, suddenly feeling drowsiness overcome me. It took me under before I could get another thought in.

When I woke up again, this time I was able to open my eyes, instantly regretting it. Although the lights were dimmed, it felt like I was staring at the sun. I protested incoherently, flinging an arm over my eyes and grumbled in anger. I must have sounded like a grumpy toddler, because laughter coming from my left met my response. I heard someone flick off a switch and I was consumed in semi-darkness, apart from the light the windows provided. It turns out; I was indeed on a couch. The room I was in seemed familiar, until I realised I was in another lab. Judging from the beakers stashed everywhere on tables and charts hanging on the walls; I concluded that I was definitely in a lab.

I let my arm flop over my head and turned to see who have the audacity to laugh at me and started picturing how to mangle up their face – when I saw that it was Christian.

I huffed in a part chuckle, part cough. "Of course. You're the only one that'd laugh at my pain," I grumbled.

More laughter filled the room. I almost grabbed the lamp on the table next to me to chuck it at his face, when I noticed it was more of a throaty laugh. I looked up again and saw that the laugh belonged to Adrian. Stupid Moroi siding with each other. What douche bags.

Adrian walked into the room in that confident stride of his. He sat down on my bed near my stomach, and raised a hand and touched my forehead with the back of his hand. I swatted it away like a kitten pawing the air, failing to take a swat at it's toy dangling in the air by it's owner. Adrian chuckled at my childishness.

"Good to see you're back," he said cheerfully. Christian purposely plotted down on the other side on my couch, making sure to make my body jump up as his weight made contact with my poor couch.

"You're a lunatic," I growled at him, giving him the finger. I could barely lift up my arm, but when I did my finger shook as it pointed in his direction, making him laugh harder.

"Lissa has gone for a coffee run with Ralf," Adrian said.

"Ralf?" I asked. The name seemed familiar but I guess my brain wasn't processing anything as quickly as I would have liked it to.

"Jesse and Ralf?" Christian said, empathising Jesse's name with an irritated snarl.

Oh God. Oh, that's just delightful to hear.

"Great," I muttered under my breath, sliding up against the couch and lifted myself up in a sitting position. My head killed but I couldn't have lain there any longer.

"My memory's fuzzed up to the max and quite frankly, I'm sick of it," I complained, leaning my head back and accidentally smashed it against the wall.

"There's no headrest, darling," Christian snicked, as Adrian fitted another pillow under my head.

"I'm going to smash you when this is over," I spat at him, attempting to sound fierce. From his expression, I knew I failed.

The door opened and Lissa gracefully walked in with two trays full of coffee cups. Upon seeing I was awake, she thrashed the trays in Ralf's hands before running to my couch. Poor Ralf had barely any time to prepare himself and almost dropped one of the coffees. I would have laughed, but I didn't want to sound like a dying hyena.

"How are you feeling?" she rushed out, and I didn't even need the bond to tell that she was worrying out of her wits about me.

I nodded stiffly. "I'm fine, but I think I might have a concussion."

Christian and Adrian chuckled but Lissa's eyes widened. I shook my head quickly, wincing at the pain. "Lis, I was joking. I almost made the wall cave in after I banged my head on it," I explained.

Although she looked momentarily relieved, she was still looking at me as if I had no head. Boy, did it feel like it.

Ralf handed me a coffee, nodding at me softly. I gave him a weak smile in thanks. I took one sip and spat it all right out, forgetting Christian was in the direct path. It went all over him, and then dripped down his face before he could comprehend what had just happened.

"Rose!" he yelped. He was throwing his arms around at Adrian, with his eyes closed. "Get me a towel!" I saw it before it happened and Christian accidentally lashed out at Adrian, slapping his face and making him topple off the couch. I burst out laughing in spite myself, and soon after Lissa joined in too. The coffee was not only too hot but was utterly disgusting and spitting it out was a reflex. I laughed even harder when Adrian went to go get a towel and then upon returning, he slapped the towel in Christian's face, making him topple off the couchbackwards.

I think I turned purple, along with Lissa. Our hysterical laughter was then joined by the others as Christian wiped off the coffee and then tried to wipe the contents on my face.

My laughter died abruptly after a severe round of coughs escaped me, silencing everyone. Lissa got up instantly, gently patting my back. My momentarily forgotten headache showed its appearance again, making me fully aware of how strong it was. I whimpered, knowing it was stupid, considering only a minute ago I was uncontrollably laughing. The pain caught me by surprise and I buried my head on Lissa's shoulder. She gently stroked my hair, whispering soothing words to me.

"Water," Christian ordered Adrian. Something I was surprised to see, and even more surprised at how quickly Adrian went to go get a bottle of water.

Adrian came back with a slight limp and a bottle of water, opening it up for me.

I raised a weakened eyebrow at him.

"There's a vending machine on the first floor. Had no change so I gave it a good kick," Adrian whispered softly to me, then winked.

I chuckled before I could stop it, and then doubled off in pain again. What was happening to me? Was this one of the side effects of spirit? Although it was so long ago, I recalled that when I had woken up in hospital after I was saved, all that remained was a severe headache, but not this. My body felt like it was warm then cold, then burning hot and flinging off the covers, then to be being freezing.

"What's happening?" Lissa cried, after taking one look at my face. By now, I was sure my lips were blue and frost might as well have been frozen to my eyelashes. This was getting beyond ridiculous.

Adrian had secured the blanket tightly around me yet again.

I kept staring at him. His face was fuzzing out by the minute. I wasn't sure what it meant. Was I rendering unconsciousness? Or was I just that tired that I could no longer concentrate. His mouth, now a blank pink line, was tightly set in place, but his eyes stared at me in both curiosity and fear. He was thinking exactly what I was: what was happening to me?

And that's when I realised it was no longer his face. It wasn't his messy hair anyone, or his worried jade eyes and strong jaw. No. It was someone else entirely. Sad, blood red eyes stared back at me. Not only wasn't it Adrian, but now he had somehow transformed into a woman. I don't understand how, but it happened, and I found myself staring at her face in horror. I knew her. Surprising, she was Strigoi. I flinched, realising because she was Strigoi, she had the power to kill my friends. And with me in the state I was in, I wasn't sure if I could stand up properly and fight.

Before I made my move, she moved, making her flowing black hair dipped off her face so I could get a better look at her face.

My mouth turned in a 'O' shape, an inescapable scream was threatening to burst from me.

Jade. It was Jade. I couldn't have imagined her, because she was so palely real. I wanted to reach out and touch her, to touch my coven sister. She looked so sad. I was no longer frightened. She wouldn't hurt me. Never hurt me.

I leaned forward, my brows furrowing with concern. I reached up a shaking hand, but was unable to touch her face and wipe away her tears. I stopped in mid-track.

Tears? Strigoi were incapable of crying.

"How are you crying?" I asked softly.

Jade's sad eyes never left mine, but she let out a silent sob. I couldn't hear her. Her mouth moved and words flowed out but I couldn't hear a word she said. And I couldn't lip read with my head throbbing like it was, but I still attempted to.

She spoke again, more urgently this time. I could only make out one word: Hope. My chest fluttered with happiness. Hope. Was she alive? Was she well? Was she safe?

"Where's Hope?" I croaked out.

Jade stopped in mid-sentence, and then shook her head.

Emptiness started settling back in. "You don't know?"

Another shake of her head.

I bit my lip, scared of the answer to my next question. "Is she alive?"

I never got my answer. Jade's face faded away and I was now staring at Adrian's anxious face. His hands were on my shoulders, shaking me. I gave a yell of protest and he eased to a stop. Everyone, even Jesse who appeared out of nowhere, was gathered around the couch, eyeing me in horror.

I whimpered again, shaking my head. Jade wasn't here. Jade was a….

"Ghost," I whispered miserably. That's why she was so sad. She was no longer living. No longer living with me. Why? Because I betrayed them. I left them to save them, and then unknowingly sent them to their death.

"Rose, you were speaking to someone," Lissa said cautiously. I glanced up at her, seeing that she was now crying. Christian was hugging her from behind, trying to soothe her. His worried eyes travelled from me to her.

"I was speaking to a ghost…I thought she was real. I know her…knew her," I whispered, forcing myself to swallow a lump stuck in my throat. "She was a Strigoi I lived with in my coven. She was a sister to me."

"You can see ghosts already?" Lissa said, horrified.

I nodded. It appeared so.

"Are they as bad as before? Or was it just one?"

"So far it's one. I don't know if I can handle any more…it was my fault my coven died. And I didn't even get my question answered-"

I stopped.

Yes, I didn't get my question answered but there was still a way I could.

My eyes narrowed with hatred. "Raiden," I said with so much venom, that I imagined I had just mirrored my 'nice' Strigoi voice. A few of them flinched but I didn't care. I had to get out of here. Couch and severe headache or not, I needed to confront the bastard.

I flung off the blanket with all my might and swang one leg carefully off the couch. As expected, Lissa reacted.

"Oh, hell no. You stay in bed. You need to rest," Lissa said, moving forward.

I held up my hand. "One, this is a couch. Two, I need to get up before my anger explodes and who knows what I'll do."

I had to make them assume that I was not exactly in control to perhaps change their minds, which is Lissa's case, it didn't.

"Rose, you're condition is serious," Lissa persisted.

"And I'm telling you, Lissa, that if I don't find out where Hope is, I will start going insane," I shot back at her.

She shook her head. "One day of rest won't kill you."

How ironic. Those words stung more than I think she intended it to. It brought my thoughts back to Jade.

I could possibly take them all, but my headache was shooting through the roof and I don't think I'd make it through the door. I complied, tucking back into the couch, but not before huffing in annoyance. I didn't realise how tired I was until my head hit my pillow. Sleep overcame me, and yet again I was powerless to stay awake through my exhaustion.

I woke up with determination surging through my veins. I didn't care what time it was; I wanted answers. Now.

Before my eyes opened, I listened to anything that'd tell me that someone was awake. It was dark outside, meaning night had come and I assumed everyone was asleep. Well, I hoped.

Our sleep patterns reveresed so it'd be hard for the Moroi to sleep when usually they were up and ready at this hour. Someone would stay awake, guarding the Strigoi. Perhaps it was Jesse's job, considering he was gone when I had woken up the first time. I jumped when my eyes slightly opened to see Adrian snoring softly in a chair next to me. My heart rate slowed to a normal pace as I quietly sat up. My headache remained but my determination had overridden it. Christian was sitting on another couch, a.k.a a love seat, with Lissa sprawled on his lap, with her legs hanging over the couch. She looked comfortable, but she'd feel it in her back once she woke up.

Ok, Adrian, Christian and Lissa were in the room, meaning Ralf and Jesse were out guarding. Seemed all right to me. I'd just have to convince them to get out of the way or I'll be whipping their ass in combat. Not that it'll take a lot of convincing, because they both saw me as a threat, even if I was no longer Strigoi.

I threw one leg over the couch followed by the other and slowly got to my feet. I took one step, then another and another until I was at the door. I turned the knob as quietly as I could before carefully opening the door. I slipped through the gap I made, and then closed it after me just as gently.

I turned and came face to face with Jesse. I almost jumped back against the wall before he grabbed my arm and yanked me forward.

He put a finger to his lips then went to reach for the knob. I slapped his hand away, giving him a threatening look. He mirrored mine, and reached for it again. I pounced on him, sending us sprawling down the hall, tumbling over each other. I didn't realise until after but Ralf was also in the hall slouched on the wall, sleeping deeply. I sat up quicker than Jesse did and grabbed him by his shirt and forcefully placed my finger to my lips. I then pointed in Ralf's direction. Jesse turned to see Ralf then looked back at me, shrugging. I gave him an exasperated look.

"Come on," I growled.

"I can't let you go in there," he hissed, shaking his head to my further protests.

I could knock him out, but then I'd have to hurt him and to be honest, I had enough guilt on my shoulders, let alone giving Jesse a concussion.

"Ten minutes," I urged, pleading with my eyes.

His face twisted in a way making me wonder if he'd actually give in. Come on, it was only ten minutes.

"Please?" I rushed out, making sure I portrayed enough oh my so-called beauty through my face to convince him. With his sharp intake of breath, I knew I'd done it.

I felt pleased with myself, although I hadn't showed it. I swiftly go off him and he scrambled to his feet, and reached into his pocket to produce a set of keys. He sorted through the keys before grasping one and fitting it into the lock. The lock clicked and he opened the door, proceeding in first. I followed in pursuit, shutting the door behind me.

Ok, here I go.

I walked a few steps forward and looked up at them with brand new eyes. I had a way to find out answers. Through the ghosts. Only problem is, they were family. My now dead family. All because of one man – creature – in this room. My eyes locked onto Raiden's.

I knew what he must have been thinking. I looked terrible. My hair was messy; my eyes were focused on him although I kept getting distracted by my thoughts. I kept looking at them all seeing them for what they were. Murderers. All Strigoi were. But there was a line between killing people you didn't know, and killing your own coven.

I walked over to Raiden's cell, making sure he was out touching range. I sat down, mostly because of my headache, but also because my legs were queasy from seeing him. I wasn't going to let him know that either.

After I sat down, I noticed how he had also sat down too, sitting as close as he could to me and still being comfortable. Tallon, who had been positioned next to him, sat down too, watching me carefully. Jenna stood and crossed her arms across her chest, while Hayley had her back to me.

"You look terrible," Jenna said, scrutinising me.

I looked up at her with a raised eyebrow and a snarl plastered on my face. "You don't look so good either, princess."

"She means she's somewhat worried about you," Hayley muttered, still not looking around.

"Receiving distress from a Strigoi is like biting a rock. I'll feel the pain, but you don't, nor won't because of you being a Strigoi. Stop pretending to be something you're not. We have history. But that doesn't bode well when that history is filled with threats and hatred towards one another," I said to Jenna.

Her eyes narrowed. "You don't know how to deal with those who care about you."

"That's because they're all dead," I snarled, my glare shooting through Raiden's eyes, and he had to look away.

Strigoi or dhampir, I'll remind him of the treacheries he's committed and I'll be as blunt about them as possible. I didn't even know if this was all a cover up for him. He could switch off his feelings like that. I know, because he used to do it, and so did I. I just wished I shut off the feelings for him earlier so I wasn't in this mess. But for some reason I didn't. And as I stared at the ground at that moment, I couldn't do it now either.

"I'm under the impression that Hope is still alive," I said, looking up at him. "You're going to tell me if I'm under the right assumption."

A wave of unease settled on me when Raiden refused to glance up. He looked like he was trying to say what needed to be said but perhaps he didn't know how to say it. Time was ticking. I didn't have the best patience and he was well aware of that.

My headache took a turn for the worst and I hissed in pain, clutching my head.

"Rose?" Raiden rasped. "What's going on?"

"Arh!" I bellowed in pain, falling back unto the ground, my head smashing against the floorboard so hard that it felt like a bomb had just erupted in my brain. Images flew before my eyes, so real-like that I assumed they were actually happening. As if every person I saw was standing there, before me. The only way I knew that the possibility of them being real was the fact that every sad face was painted in grey, as if I was watching an old movie. All of the faces I saw were either crying, or blood was spurting out from some part of their body.

Raiden gripped the bars, trying to rip them apart to get to me. I could barely see him. I could barely see anyone. The ghosts consumed me and my attention and now that they had it, it was impossible to escape.

Some faces I knew, previous fallen Moroi, clouded my vision, and then a more forceful group of unknown people, stared at me in pain. There was no blood on their face, but I distinctly saw two bite marks on their necks. There wasn't just one or two. Hundreds of faces with necks gashed open with teeth harassed my vision. And deep down, although it was hard to admit, I knew exactly who they were.

All my victims when being Strigoi.

I screamed over and over again. And endless pit of guiltiness and shock racked my body, making screaming almost as easy as breathing. They choked me with their presence; they made me feel as if they were suffocating me, when in reality I was just a screaming woman on the ground, thrashing her head around. I couldn't look away. I couldn't escape. I was completely consumed by them.

I felt someone slap me, hard. And just like that majority of the ghosts evaporated into the thin air. I sucked in air greedily, crawling away from where the ghosts had invaded my mind. But there was no point crawling away, because they were all gone. All except one. One little girl stood there, in full body form, with her hands grasped together, and eyes so wide with worry. Her face was blurred, but her beautiful light brown flowing hair swirled in the air, but there was no wind.

Her familiarity was worse than the slap I had just received. I don't know who did it, but they'll get their punishment later.

My eyes watered and tears fell from my eyes like a waterfall. No. No, it was not her. My body started to shake uncontrollably, especially when the girl started crying, as if seeing me in pain was worse than the realisation of her being a ghost.

I stood and walked stiffly up to her and crouched down so we were eye to eye. Her face was still blurred, and even worse now because I was crying, but I knew exactly who it was. I knew exactly whom those pair of beautiful eyes belonged to; I knew exactly how soft her hair was and how much she loved it when I had played with it.

All at once she had disappeared and along with my heart. My vision was blurred, but now it was blurred with hatred as my eyes found Raiden's. I starred at him, unable to control myself and threw myself against the bars, scaring him.

"You murderer!" I roared. "You killed her! My poor baby! You killed herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" I smashed myself against the bars, making them shudder. Raiden took a step forward, his eyes alert with worry.

"Rose, I-"

I quickly looked to my right to see a very worried Lissa with the others standing near her and immediately shouted my orders.

"Lissa, Adrian go get the silver stakes," I barked. "Christian, you're coming with me. We have to go to one of the jewellery shops in the plaza and get a silver bracelet. Ralf, you stay in here and keep guard. Jesse, you patrol around the building and see if there's anyone lurking around. We don't need any more shit to deal with."

If I was going to do this, I had to keep the ghosts at bay, until my moment of opportunity arrived.

"Rose! Listen to me-" Raiden started but I cut in.

"You Strigoi have yet a part to play in my plan. Don't fraternize yourselves with assumptions of what is to come for you. I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, but I guess all I can say is that you're minds will be blown away," I said, my voice pitched low and threatening.

I exited the room after Lissa and Adrian scrambled off to find stakes. Christian met my stride as we left the building behind and forwarded to the plaza.

"So, what is your plan going to consist of?" Christian asked wearily.

"Torturing, amusement – for me – and then the finale," I said in a dead voice. I may as well have been Strigoi. My heart and body felt dead to the world.

"You were crying again. Did you see another ghost? A family member?"

"The only one I was hoping I could still save. I failed her. And now I have to go through the pain for the rest of my life because of them."

At that point, I had never hated someone as much as I hated the four Strigoi behind bars that I'd captured.

"Hope," he said softly.

The name was like a dagger stabbing through my chest. I abruptly stopped, looking at him. He skidded to a stop, watching me with careful eyes.

"Once the process is done, I want you to take Lissa and Adrian away. If they listen, take Jesse and Ralf too. I don't know how things are going to turn out but I don't need her to see what is to come. Am I understood?"

Christian's icy blue eyes watched me with regard as he contemplated your answer.

"What's so frightening for Lissa not to see?"

"Me," I said simply.

He gave me a look. "Rose, I'm sure she's seen worse."

"It's inevitable. I don't know how bad I'll get, so I need you to take them away to some place safe."

"Will we ever see you again?" he asked softly.

"I don't know," I answered honestly.

"Ok," he stretched out the word, and then shifted uncomfortably. "What are you going to do to them?"

"I used to take pictures of every victim Jenna and Hayley's. After they see them all they'll surely break. They've even got more than me and that's saying something. Tallon will be tortured in the same way, but for Raiden, well, Raiden's going to be quite uncomfortable."

"Are you going to separate them?" At my nod, Christian nodded uncertainly. "How are you going to do all this with them being Strigoi?"

I grinned wickedly. "Who said anything about them being Strigoi?"

A/N}

Hey everybuddi :)

I'm utterly unforgivably not sorry for the cliffhanger, as always. It was particularly difficult to state what was going to happen to the siblings without making it dead obvious, so their punishment is more in depth than what's stated. I do apologise if my story is starting to get uncomfortably dark for some of you. It was exceedingly worse before I had rewritten it. What was originally planned was much worse, and I'm talking gory to the max worse. I know VA is a vampire series and therefore it's gotta be gory, but what I had written before kind of made me worried haha. So I apologise in advance if gory isn't your thing, because the next chapter will be quite full on.

Again, I apologise if this chapter was strangely written at the start. I was sick when I wrote it, sneezing every two minutes and almost banging my head on my laptop every bloody time. And I have to admit that when I'm sick, or when I get my daily dosage of my damned sinus 'issue', I tend to get annoyed with EVERYTHING. I don't know why, but everything starts to piss me off, and then I start to call everyone that annoys me a douche bag.

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