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I jog up the steps , rushing toward the door . My fist meets the wooden door in rapid knocks , the anticipation and wariness causing a sharp pain to settle between my eyes . "Elijah!" I call out , banging my fist against the door . The door swings open , Elijah staring down at me with wide eyes and suddenly a loud cracking sound comes from up stairs . "It's one of his episodes ." Elijah informs , worry lining his face and I can feel my own expression turn sour . This isn't good . When we were younger , best friend's , Riven would get rage fueled episodes where he's throw and hit anything near him . He'd freak out for hours on end , until his fists were bleeding and his face stained with tears .
It's always been a sorrowful sight , seeing him like that , broken and lost . When w
