Stella froze as she heard a sigh and the door of the next room open. Great! She had disturbed Sharp now. What was his problem with her anyway?
Stella wondered as she heard Den's footsteps approaching, dreading the cold look on his face that would appear when he would open the door.
But suddenly, all this was driven out if Stella's mind as a new vision took it's place.
She looked at herself half-dead withering on a forest floor and rage filling up inside her.
She looked down and saw blood on her own hands, Stella wondered how could she be standing here if she was also lying there?
Then suddenly, Stella caught the sight of her own hands and something struck her.
These were not her's, they were a man's. And she knew them.
Stella was physically hit by the impact of what she realised. She covered her ears and shook her head side to side.
This was not something meant for her to see. It was not her on the floor, half-dead. It was Helen. It was not her standing filled with rage, with blood on her hands. It was Sharp!!
This was Sharp's memory! She did not want to see this!!!
Stella's head snapped up as she heard her bedroom door open.
Stella's head cleared as she caught sight of Den's face. His face was one of worry as he looked at Stella, sitting on her bed with her hands on her head.
Then suddenly his expression changed to one of extreme fury as he realised why Stella was sitting like that. What she had seen.
Den advanced towards her and Stella shook her head more violently, feeling the pressure of Den's wrath doubled. Once through his expression and aura and then again as his mind screamed at her.
Den stopped dead as he looked at Stella shaking her head, seeming to be in pain.
He gritted his teeth and pursued his lips.
He stood halfway across Stella's room for a few seconds before he balled his hands into fists and abruptly turned around with such force that the air in the whole room trembled.
Stella looked up as keeping out Den's head became easier as he moved away.
Her vision became clearer as the pain subsided somewhat.
Den stopped in the doorway and said, "McCartney? Do me a favour. Never look into my mind." Den said before he slammed the door and Stella heard him running out of the cottage and into the forest.
Stella plopped down on the bed as the pain subsided. Nobody seemed to understand her. Everyone wanted her to stay out of their minds, but nobody seemed to realise that her head physically hurt when she tried to tune someone out.
Stella murmured as she made herself into a ball and pulled her knees to her chest, "I don't want to Sharp. I never want to look into your mind again."
Stella hated looking into minds, especially Den's. She was overwhelmed by the love he seemed to have for Helen and then she felt blades in her heart when she saw his face full of hatred towards her. Only because she had the same face.