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Chapter 18. |Mirrors and Maladies|
Day 17.
I woke up in a pool of sweat on Thursday morning and placing a hand to my forehead, to feel for a temperature I realized why I woke up unsettled. Not that I was having a very settled rest to start wit. The number fourteen on my hand, I had just two weeks left. I had already wasted two weeks, achieved absolutely nothing.
I wondered if Azazel would agree to stretch the time a little more for me and the mere thought of approaching the sallow, pale faced demon with such an offer made me outrightly laugh out loud.
I stretched out on the bed, feeling the old mattress creak as I moved and turned. I then sat up so suddenly with amazing agility quite unlike someone that just woke up from an unsettled rest a few minutes ago.
I wiped my brows, counting numbers under my breath. Counting was like my coping mechanism, it helped to me focus whenever my mind was disturbed.
Thirty-three
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