Get off my mind

Bookshelves lined the walls of the sitting area that doubled as a library. In all honesty they looked like decor more than utility. 

This lounge was dimly lit in contrast to the overbearing shimmer and shine outside.It was soaked in the scent of mahogany, old parchment, and smoke and was like a pseudo calm in the middle of all the mayhem. 

There was nobody in there apart from Kieran at the moment… much to his relief and mental well being ( the mental well being bit was debatable). 

Kieran paced the room like a man hunted by thoughts he could not outrun.He shook his head hard, as if he could physically dislodge the memories. 

His strides were sharp.

Back and forth.

Back.

And forth.

He shook his head twice…then again, like he was trying to flick water from his ears.

Each shake was a denial, a refute. 

"Get out of my head…" he muttered, jaw clenching. "Dammit. Who the hell are you,woman?"