InsaneJournal

WHO: Hal Yorke (Dominic) and Claire Winchester (...not sure if she has an amnesia name yet).
WHAT: Dominic and girl are working on making life more comfortable for their fellow amnesia bros. Dominic is also coping with the fact that HE VANTS TO SUCK HER BLOOD...and everyone elses.
WHEN: Friday morning.
WHERE: The Second Chance Crisis Center.
RATING: PG-13 (for possible language and potential violence).
STATUS: COMPLETED

He felt truly bad for everything that was happening. He felt guilty over it regardless of the fact that he was assured that it was nothing against him but rather some guilt-trip thing that dealt with something else. Something he couldn't remember. It was a nagging emotion, this guilt. It made Dominic tired. An exhaustion that ran deep it left him tired from the moment he awakened to the moment he went back to sleep. He made play that it didn't effect him as much as it was. Why worry perfect strangers when one could just...bury it. Dominic didn't feel the need of telling anyone because he felt like the people he wanted to tell weren't there. Weren't around him even as he laid down next to his girlfriend in bed at night, the only thing that ran through his head was that he wanted her to go away. Not out of disdain. But because she was driving him mad.

The night before, he laid and stared at the ceiling for hours. Listening to her heart beat tease him. At one point, he swore he could see the veins under her skin and they called out to him like sirens. Like an oasis in the middle of the desert to the bone-tired traveler. Dominic almost cried. He self-restraint he displayed was merely a mask for something much darker, something that hadn't displayed itself yet and he truly didn't know what he was capable of. He poured himself into the crisis center and had made the decision not to go back to the apartment until he felt himself again. Whatever himself felt like.

He had spent most of the day and night; working. Beds were filling up with the people who had no idea what was going on. He offered them his assistance and he wished for them to get as comfortable as possible. A benefit had been some of the volunteers. Even if Dominic was willing to do all the work himself. He was only one man, and one man couldn't do much -- considering. He sucked in a deep breath as he finally decided to take a seat after his several hours stint of getting food prepared for everyone with some other people and dishing them out to the new residents there. When he felt like he was finally alone, he nearly broke down as he put his hands over his face. "God...please...make this stop." In his moment, he didn't here someone come into the room with him. He honestly probably didn't care that much if that was the case.