Hi guess who isn't dead.

Spoiler alert: it's me. I'm the one who's not dead.

So I know I haven't updated this in a year or so, but on a whim, I looked up Neah on tumblr, and many, many memories popped up. If you're still following, hello and how have you not given up on me yet. If you've stopped following, I don't blame you.

I'm sure my writing style has changed a bit since my last actual update. Also, the point of view will be first person from now on (probably).

-Man belongs to Hoshino Katsura.

I sit on the bed for a few moments after Lavi has left, quietly looking over the bandages he wrapped around not only my wrists, but the bottoms of my hands and halfway up my arms. He overshot it a bit.

Slowly, I slide onto the floor next to a tall stack of books, not quite tall enough to fall with a single touch, but close enough that it could be an issue. Plucking the top book from the stack, I lean back against the bed frame, opening the book and beginning to read.

Within no more than 20 minutes, I'm fast asleep.

The sound of footsteps wakes me, and I'm awake in instants, my heart hammering in panic.

who is it who is it am I going to be killed someone help someone help someone help

The Allen-flutter doesn't respond.

My mind only stops racing when Lavi, grinning, red-headed Lavi, walks in. His smile fades after he realizes how frightened I look.

"It's only me," he murmurs, kicking the door shut and coming over. I manage a weak smile and a nod, taking the plate of food Lavi offers me, somehow able to thank him without my voice quaking too terribly much.

I practically cry as I start wolfing down the food, ravenous from so long being kept captive. Lavi stays quiet, letting me eat.

thank you thank you thank you thank you

I'm nearly in tears.

Better? Worse?

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