everyone dies (eve)

@"Derlampman"

"The apotheocary is not one that will solve your problems little angel. Be thankful however that I have swipped your file before one of the other doctors on staff got to it. He is more... Well more."

Azeria walked in and sat down on the round wheely chair as she kept Aurelia's file in her lap watching the young girl quietly.

"Tell me Aurelia, Why did you attempt suicide?"

Dr. Krichner's voice was low and soft, almost comforting as she flipped between the file and occassionally looking up to the younger girl curled in the corner. There was no reason for her to ask her to return to the gurney, the girl had her lines still in and she wasn't trying to kill herself again.

Unlike the other doctors patience in Azeria's care were aloud more freedoms and liberties. With her signature patience were quickly moved to her room, which was close by her private office..

The office itself was sectioned off into to parts, One room was had a table with several chairs.. A whiteboard often containing writing (half the time options of what she wants for lunch) And books upon books. While her true office contained a computer, a desk, and a chair on the other side.

While the dean of medicine wanted her to have a team of at least more than one doctor on staff with her at a time.. She had yet to get around to it..

"Also, Is your neck still hurting?"

@"DerLampman"

"One that is saddened the loss of which clouds their very soul. Pain is only real the moment everything is torn from us which we hold near and dear. I understand you pain. The pain of immortality."

Standing Azeria put the file down and walked over to the physically younger angel and taking a moment to look into her eyes. It was then that she looked at the underside of her neck and noted the damage before reaching out with her bare hands. The moment her fingers touched Aurelia's neck warmth spread through the angel. The contact was gentle but it was as if an extension of Azeria was flooding Aurelia.. A unique warmth filled the physically young girl, as the moment turned into two the stiffness in Aurelia's neck was eased and taken away.

Pulling away, shortly there after Azeria went back to the chart and signed a few places and then made a few notes. She then signed and reached into her pocket and pulled out a small card.

"You and I are more alike than you think. Everything I loved was torn away from me. In an attempt to rip my soul apart and die I was born anew and from there I was strengthened. Despite how much I want to be weaker for it."

@"Derlampman"

"You are gravely mistaken. My life ended the moment my husband died out of his own foolishness. I could of saved him if he listened to me. Life became pointless the moment I laid my infant in the ground next to his father. Unable to take what I was and the difference in species between myself and his father the strain killed him. Only a few hours old."

Honestly cold and true. Looking back at Aurelia pain was etched into her features. Pain of fresh loss. It was the face of a person who gave up on life and wanted nothing more to do with it. Her soul was eternal just as her struggle. There was nothing in this life for Azeria than to numb the world for as long as it was humanly possible for her to do so.

Walking back over to the girl she held out the card that she took out of her pocket. There was no getting around it, Aurelia had to take it in order for Azeria to move away. No ifs. No ands. No butts. Once the card was taken Azeria reached into her pocket and pulled out a pill bottle and popped a tablet from within it.. Which made her eyes glaze over. A numbing agent to make the world go away for just a little while longer.

"You only loose the first moment. The rest of which are where the building blocks tumble down and all around your head."

@"Derlampman"

"No my offer is for the card, girl. The card is for a support group. This pill. This pill is mine. I take it to escape the reality of having everything I know and love torn from me. My child. My husband. My father. Mother. Sisters. Brothers. Nieces. Nephews. Slaughtered like lambs to the chopping block. Not a single one of them survived!"

Her breathing took up as she allowed her emotion to get the better of her. Azerias heart began to pound and a glow sparked under her chest as her body began to light up.. At first the lights mimicked that of a sea of fiery coals after being stoked by a careful prode here and there. Fury welled up within Azeria as she continued without even meaning to.

"Do you know what happened to me?! I was captured and sold into slavery. My body was forcably addicted to this poison I keep popping because it numbs the pain of reality. My body was taken against my will and all whom aided me were murdered. I was an object and treated as such. I was nothing in that time. the people whom saved me.. They all died eventually because I was to weak to save them!"

Emotion flared as the room began to heat up.. This was the first time that Azeria was able to vent about everything that had ever bothered her.. There were things that she didn't want to think about anymore.. She wanted to forget, but when she closed her eyes she saw the heads of her loved ones on pikes... The smell of their burning flesh filled her nose.. Her skin lit up as a gentle light akin to that of a flame caught just under her skin appeared. It was as if she was a living flame. Her wings as they move sparked from time to time.

"Humanity is FILTH. My family were good people. Devoted to the church. Devoted to love. Devoted to the betterment of man! We were wealthy beyond imagine and we funded the church and the emperor! And what happened to them! To us! Slaughtered and branded as lowly traitors to the emperor!"

Taking a deep breath she reached into her pocket and dumped three more tablets into her hand before knocking them back without the need of water or anything.

"My existence is a burden and a curse. To stay dead would be a mercy. No. Instead I must feel death over and over again without end. For. I. Am. The. Cursed. Phoenix."

@"DerLampman" , @"Der Lampman" (I saw two and it confused me xD)

Azerias skin continued to light up and it was as if a raging inferno of flames had taken roost under her skin.. It was beautiful and warm all at the same time. As if to hide her minor shame at this break in control her wings spread and circled around her form.. They were large enough to wrap around her thin frame twice over.. From her eyes, which her face was still visible were thin wisps steam.

The moment came and the moment passed. The fire that was glowing under her skin dulled down to the point that it was not visible under her clothing once more. Taking a deep breath in and then another breath out slowly it was easy for her to force a calm. Finally she was already.. Into her mouth went another pill.. The calm solidified as Azeria walked over to her file to begin a few small notes here and there.

"There are people out there willing to help you get better. There are those that care. We at the Monte Carlos offer a grief counseling support group. It is a place to go for all who suffer, if it be from chemical abuse or the loss of a loved one or more than one.."

The last words she spoke were practically whispered, there was much pain in those softly spoken words. It was as if she was freshly grieving and things had not quite taken hold of her yet.

"I will be there so, you know it is a safe place for everyone. Do you have any questions for me before I sign your release paperwork?"