Save Me

Bonus Chapter: In Your Arms

A/N

So when I said that this was going to be a fluff, it instead ended up being really angsty like what is wrong with me? But it still has some WhiteRose fluff in le end though, so, can that work???

And it's like I just made a whole new chap for this book because of the detail and the length instead of just being a parting gift.

And I'm sorry for the wait because I just realized today that I throw up when I use my phone for too long in a moving vehicle ;-;

So hope ya'll enjoy this chappie!

3rd P.O.V.

2:46 A.M. - too early that any normal human being wouldn't be awake of on such an unholy hour, she realized that. The telltale shattered moon was still high up in the sky, the moon is quite bright tonight she noticed, as its light shone down on the pitch black room on the only window the room have. It has bars and tall of course, Beacon was known to be cautious after all.

But still, she couldn't help but just stare at the cushioned ceilings, far too plain colored for her taste. Sure she does love Weiss but that doesn't mean she has to love the color her name literally means, it's just too simple, too plain, too easy to be altered just about by any other color..... Like her mother's cloak....

She closed her eyes as she remembered why she was ev0en awake in the first place. Why she was on her bed, covered in a thin sheet of sweat, her breath labored and ragged as her chest heaved. She thought she was over them, she thought she was done seeing her own hands covered in blood, her scythe broken beyond repair on the ground next to her, and the people she love; gruesomely dismembered or mutilated . She thought she was done seeing their blood and guts splattered all over the place: walls, ceiling, floor- everywhere!

And he would just stand there, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed just like always. Smirking as he watch her break all over again, amusement clear in his soulless eyes. What's worse is that not a single drop of blood was on his otherwise pristine outfit. As if everything is just one big tragic story to him and he could care less about what happens to the characters.

Saying she hates him would be an understatement.....

She finally found the strength to sit up and pull her knees to her chest. Tears weren't needed to express just how distraught she was. Just how much she really needs someone to be there, for someone to hold her and tell she would be okay, that everything will be fine...

She needs Weiss right now....

Shakily standing up, she went over to the closet placed in the room, one of the few furnitures present in the otherwise bare room. She threw on a gray sweatshirt and a pair or black sweatpants and secured her trademark cloak on her shoulders. The colors still fits in her gothic look, she figured she doesn't want to see the color red anytime soon, her cloak being an excemption since it always provide a sense of comfort to her. She then wore a pair of slippers, feeling too tired to bother tying some stupid knots.

Her team are going to be sleeping at their dorm since Glynda thinks that they can't miss some classes today so she was the only occupant in the room. Though the headmaster left 2 guards at the door just in case she loose all sense of control again, so it will be quite the hassle to try and get out of the room. Her father and uncle won't be arriving til' next week since their still on two separate missions and her father needs to have his leave approved by Signal Academy as well.

She walked towards the door and knocked on it thrice, getting the only guard's attention, the other one was probably asleep somewhere waiting for his shift,  as he opened the small window on the steel door and peeked inside, caution evident in his gentle hazel brown eyes.