Post by Cascadia on May 31, 2006 14:30:31 GMT -5
Jayde
She could feel her arm throbbing on her stomach, and lay still a moment, taking in the pain. Taking a deep breath, she shifted on her bed, making sure the rest of her was awake too. She felt her shoulder bump into something soft, and she opened her eyes, her head turning on the pillow to land on Aubrey's sleeping face. Her heart skipped a beat, and for a moment she felt overcome by emotions, and took a few deep breaths, still staring at him. She felt her chest fill with that happy feeling, and she closed her eyes, turning her head away from him. She wouldn't allow herself to be hurt again.
She made up her mind to slowly get up and move down away from him, get up and slip out of the room, but when she opened her eyes to move, she couldn't help but look back at him. He looked like he was dead, so still. She raised her hand to his face, running her hand back through his hair. She bit her lip, her mind yelling for her to leave, like he had left her, but her heart was set on staying. He did come back, she reasoned.
Lying back down, she curled up next to him. Resting her head on his shoulder, she slid her arm across his chest, her hand cradling the back of his neck, fingers twining through his thick hair. She closed her eyes and sighed, relaxing against him. Her heart stopped and her breath caught in her throat when she felt a hand on her arm, and she opened her eyes and snapped her head up, seeing Aubrey looking down at her.
She sat up quickly, pushing back from him.
"Sorry," she stuttered, looking down from him. Stupid, she yelled at herself. You shouldn't be sorry; he's in your room. She blushed, sliding down her bed to the end of it. Standing at the foot of her bed, she held the wood frame, not sure what to do with her hands. Licking her lips nervously, she wanted more then anything to walk over to him and fall into his arms, looking up into his eyes, the bottomless pits of nothing that she had grown to love. But how can you love something, when it's not even there? She felt her heart twist painfully inside her, and she looked back up at him, brushing some hair behind her ear that had fallen into her face.
"Why are you here?" She asked him, keeping her face blank. He had come out of nowhere, why should she throw herself at him? He seemed to see her withdrawing, and stood taller, looking back at her with the same coldness. He opened his mouth to reply, but ended up shaking his head.
"This was a mistake," he muttered. He stepped quickly around her bed, walking to the doors.
"What was a mistake?" She asked confused.
"Coming here." She felt anger seep into her chest, filling her quickly.
"Well then why did you?" She crossed her arms over her chest, her tone cold enough to freeze a fire. He paused in front of the glass, his back still to her.
"I came because I thought you needed help." He bent down, and stood again.
"And why would I need your help?" She glared at his back. He half turned to look at her through the corners of his eyes.
"Usually when someone tries committing suicide, any help is appreciated." He flipped the razor at her feet. Her eyes followed it, landing silently on the carpet. Her eyes flickered back up, to the empty room. Damnit, she cursed herself, taking long strides to the doors, flipping the knobs and pushing the doors open quickly.
The knobs smacked the sides of her house, letting out an echoing crack through her backyard. She rushed to the railing, putting her hands down and looking out over the yard. Her hands slid on the railing, and she looked down to find her hands sticky and covered in bright red blood. There were handprints on the railing, the wall, and on the out side of her doorknob. She looked at her arm, seeing the cut had already been cleaned.
"Aubrey," she whispered, tears filling her eyes. She looked down at the blood on her hands, knowing it wasn't hers. She walked back into the house, leaving the doors open. She wiped her hands on the semi-wet washcloth on her nightstand. His blood was darker then hers. She wiped her eyes, and went to her dresser. Pulling out a short black skirt, and a black tight shirt. Changing quickly, she brushed her hair back and pulled it into a half ponytail, leaving it trailing down her back, but exposing her neck. She rolled on lip-gloss and then some dark makeup. She walked over to her dresser, and picked up a small dagger. Aubrey had given it to her, it was a blessed blade. He had told her to use it against him, incase he ever-lost control. She’d just tossed it in the drawer and left it there, but now she held it, fingering the blade gently. Slipping it back into it’s thin sheath, she pulled on black boots, then slipped it into her boot, and stood back looking at her reflection. She liked her new goth look, and knew even if she didn't she would have a long time to get used to it. If everything works out, she thought to herself.
She grabbed Aubrey's black leather jacket he had left in her room one night, and pulled it on. Then she stepped down the stairs, hurrying, not wanting her parents to see her. She got to her front door, leaving her cell phone and keys behind. Walking outside, she looked up at the sky, already changing colors from the setting sun.
"Perfect timing," she murmured to herself. Keeping her head down, she crossed her arms and started towards a darker part of town. She'd only been there once, but she knew the way from different streets. And she knew she could get to the edges, the harder part would be getting into the heart of it, she just hoped that she wouldn't be found or stopped before getting in and reaching her destination. About half an hour later, she could feel the air get instantly colder, goose bumps running up her arms and the small hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. She swallowed hard, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart.
She shook her head, her hair falling back behind her shoulders. Lifting her head proudly, she took longer strides through the night, strutting down the road as if she owned it. She knew her boldness would amuse some for a little while, so she lengthened her steps again, hoping to stay on the good side of the people here. If you can call them people, she thought to herself, staring around the street, watching the shadows for any shifting abnormally.
After about ten minuets walking into the city, she could feel eyes on her back. She knew there was some watching her, but they were still keeping their distance. She could see the building she needed to get to, and hoped she could make it there before they got bored with her walking and decided to feast. Maybe they would fight first, she thought, a small smile forming on her face. Her humoring herself filled her with new confidence, and she walked the night proud, reaching the door. She looked up at the sign, beaten from weather and years of neglect. Most humans avoided this part of the city, thinking it to be forgotten.
Black Rose Bar. She took a deep breath, pushing the door open, not sure what would be waiting on the other side to greet her.
She could feel her arm throbbing on her stomach, and lay still a moment, taking in the pain. Taking a deep breath, she shifted on her bed, making sure the rest of her was awake too. She felt her shoulder bump into something soft, and she opened her eyes, her head turning on the pillow to land on Aubrey's sleeping face. Her heart skipped a beat, and for a moment she felt overcome by emotions, and took a few deep breaths, still staring at him. She felt her chest fill with that happy feeling, and she closed her eyes, turning her head away from him. She wouldn't allow herself to be hurt again.
She made up her mind to slowly get up and move down away from him, get up and slip out of the room, but when she opened her eyes to move, she couldn't help but look back at him. He looked like he was dead, so still. She raised her hand to his face, running her hand back through his hair. She bit her lip, her mind yelling for her to leave, like he had left her, but her heart was set on staying. He did come back, she reasoned.
Lying back down, she curled up next to him. Resting her head on his shoulder, she slid her arm across his chest, her hand cradling the back of his neck, fingers twining through his thick hair. She closed her eyes and sighed, relaxing against him. Her heart stopped and her breath caught in her throat when she felt a hand on her arm, and she opened her eyes and snapped her head up, seeing Aubrey looking down at her.
She sat up quickly, pushing back from him.
"Sorry," she stuttered, looking down from him. Stupid, she yelled at herself. You shouldn't be sorry; he's in your room. She blushed, sliding down her bed to the end of it. Standing at the foot of her bed, she held the wood frame, not sure what to do with her hands. Licking her lips nervously, she wanted more then anything to walk over to him and fall into his arms, looking up into his eyes, the bottomless pits of nothing that she had grown to love. But how can you love something, when it's not even there? She felt her heart twist painfully inside her, and she looked back up at him, brushing some hair behind her ear that had fallen into her face.
"Why are you here?" She asked him, keeping her face blank. He had come out of nowhere, why should she throw herself at him? He seemed to see her withdrawing, and stood taller, looking back at her with the same coldness. He opened his mouth to reply, but ended up shaking his head.
"This was a mistake," he muttered. He stepped quickly around her bed, walking to the doors.
"What was a mistake?" She asked confused.
"Coming here." She felt anger seep into her chest, filling her quickly.
"Well then why did you?" She crossed her arms over her chest, her tone cold enough to freeze a fire. He paused in front of the glass, his back still to her.
"I came because I thought you needed help." He bent down, and stood again.
"And why would I need your help?" She glared at his back. He half turned to look at her through the corners of his eyes.
"Usually when someone tries committing suicide, any help is appreciated." He flipped the razor at her feet. Her eyes followed it, landing silently on the carpet. Her eyes flickered back up, to the empty room. Damnit, she cursed herself, taking long strides to the doors, flipping the knobs and pushing the doors open quickly.
The knobs smacked the sides of her house, letting out an echoing crack through her backyard. She rushed to the railing, putting her hands down and looking out over the yard. Her hands slid on the railing, and she looked down to find her hands sticky and covered in bright red blood. There were handprints on the railing, the wall, and on the out side of her doorknob. She looked at her arm, seeing the cut had already been cleaned.
"Aubrey," she whispered, tears filling her eyes. She looked down at the blood on her hands, knowing it wasn't hers. She walked back into the house, leaving the doors open. She wiped her hands on the semi-wet washcloth on her nightstand. His blood was darker then hers. She wiped her eyes, and went to her dresser. Pulling out a short black skirt, and a black tight shirt. Changing quickly, she brushed her hair back and pulled it into a half ponytail, leaving it trailing down her back, but exposing her neck. She rolled on lip-gloss and then some dark makeup. She walked over to her dresser, and picked up a small dagger. Aubrey had given it to her, it was a blessed blade. He had told her to use it against him, incase he ever-lost control. She’d just tossed it in the drawer and left it there, but now she held it, fingering the blade gently. Slipping it back into it’s thin sheath, she pulled on black boots, then slipped it into her boot, and stood back looking at her reflection. She liked her new goth look, and knew even if she didn't she would have a long time to get used to it. If everything works out, she thought to herself.
She grabbed Aubrey's black leather jacket he had left in her room one night, and pulled it on. Then she stepped down the stairs, hurrying, not wanting her parents to see her. She got to her front door, leaving her cell phone and keys behind. Walking outside, she looked up at the sky, already changing colors from the setting sun.
"Perfect timing," she murmured to herself. Keeping her head down, she crossed her arms and started towards a darker part of town. She'd only been there once, but she knew the way from different streets. And she knew she could get to the edges, the harder part would be getting into the heart of it, she just hoped that she wouldn't be found or stopped before getting in and reaching her destination. About half an hour later, she could feel the air get instantly colder, goose bumps running up her arms and the small hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. She swallowed hard, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart.
She shook her head, her hair falling back behind her shoulders. Lifting her head proudly, she took longer strides through the night, strutting down the road as if she owned it. She knew her boldness would amuse some for a little while, so she lengthened her steps again, hoping to stay on the good side of the people here. If you can call them people, she thought to herself, staring around the street, watching the shadows for any shifting abnormally.
After about ten minuets walking into the city, she could feel eyes on her back. She knew there was some watching her, but they were still keeping their distance. She could see the building she needed to get to, and hoped she could make it there before they got bored with her walking and decided to feast. Maybe they would fight first, she thought, a small smile forming on her face. Her humoring herself filled her with new confidence, and she walked the night proud, reaching the door. She looked up at the sign, beaten from weather and years of neglect. Most humans avoided this part of the city, thinking it to be forgotten.
Black Rose Bar. She took a deep breath, pushing the door open, not sure what would be waiting on the other side to greet her.