Weeks had passed since the funeral. Hero still wouldn't leave his room. I stopped eating. I stopped talking. Again. Despite the efforts of Benson, Reid, and Reyes. They tried, I refused. Guilty. I was guilty. She died because I didn't pay attention. In the middle of my self-hate session, Benson came over to me. Asked if he could sit down. I nodded. I was sitting in my usual chair in front of the window. He pulled a chair up next to me. The one Razor used before... We didn't talk. We just sat.
After a while, he left for lunch but I stayed at the window. It started to rain. Followed by thunder and lightning. I couldn't move. Wouldn't move. It was my fault. It was always my fault. Everything hit me like a tidal wave... I stood up and bolted to my room. Can't handle... Need it... Where? I torn apart the bed. Flipped the mattress. There. A hole in the middle; a secret holding place. I grabbed it. Held it to my wrist. Froze. Could I really start this again? Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Pressing down hard, I ran the razor blade over my left wrist. Bit my lip against the pain. Blood began to flow immediately. Then the right. More blood. I dropped the blade, not hearing it clatter to the floor.
I no longer wanted to feel. I was responsible. Why didn't I see? I could hear my father's words. Useless. Pathetic. Maybe he was right. Curious. What did that mean?
I walked through the hall. One hand at my side, the other outstretched and trailing blood on the wall. I felt the blood run over my hands. Drip from my fingers. Lunch was almost over causing people to trickle into the hallway. I barely registered their looks of shock as I drifted by. The screams. I could hear orderlies yelling at me. Some started to run after me. Hearing their footsteps made me break into a sprint. Front door. Shoved it open. I felt the rain hit my skin. The drops freezing cold and hit me like ice. I stopped running. Collapsed to my knees. Growing weak. So very tired. My vision began to fade and the last thing I heard before the darkness took over was Reid and Reyes screaming my name. There was a tone behind it. Behind Reyes' voice as well. Curious.
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Evanescent
Short StoryLapis (lah-pees) Anne Dean. A simple teenage girl in a home for troubled teens. Her group consists of two sort of friends, and three strangers. One boy, Reyes, sparks her curiosity. But the other, Reid, sparks something else. Something she can't put...
