Twin Flames (Riven x OC)

Riven

Blood. It was everywhere. And it was hers. It was no longer a dream but a reality as I'd stepped into her room that night and seen what awaited me. Everything had been torn from where it lay perfectly still, scattered across the floor, some of it broken and some simply misplaced.

I wasn't so sure why my body took so long to realise what exactly I'd walked into, but when I did, when I noticed her blood on my hands and arms again, it all became too much. Flashes of the burned one tearing at her flesh hit me in quick succession, like images so vivid I could've screamed.

The party itself had been fine. Everything had been fine, aside from that fact that I couldn't see or feel the all too familiar redhead in the crowd of people. Sure, there were many, but I always found her without fail, and so when I didn't, I knew she'd not come.

It sucked. And for a second I was incredibly pissed off. Alex had said she'd be here, and when she wasn't I was livid. It didn't help when Stella picked an attitude with me simply because I asked if her friend was okay. Surely any other normal human being would appreciate someone showing that they cared for a mutual friend.

Apparently not her.

And then I felt that horrible pain. Sharp cuts, quick and incredibly harsh, moving manically over one another on my arms. I'd flinched and leaned over the pingpong table that Sky was setting up for beer pong, making his attention immediately focus on me. Fuck, it hurt like a bitch.

"Riv?" I'd barely heard her. Beatrix had been mid conversation with me when it happened. Yet nothing was actually wrong with me, and by now I knew that if it wasn't me, it must be her.

I hadn't told anyone where I was going. I ran and pushed through the crowds, ignoring Sky when he shouted my name. It didn't matter. I just needed to be wrong.

But of course I hadn't been. I really wanted to be, but as soon as she refused to let me in and admitted she wasn't okay, I just knew I'd been right.

I just had no idea what I'd fully walked into when she said it behind closed doors.

Once I realised what it all meant, what I was well and truly seeing, I couldn't bare it. The memories were so fresh from that night, it may as well have happened the day before, and then her blood was on me again. And this time it had been no one else but her. She'd done it.

She was her own reason for the blood laying on the floor and I didn't know what to do with that. I was hurt and lost, incredibly confused and a part of me was angry too. I couldn't understand why she would do this, and a really small yet incredibly selfish part of me also wondered how she could do this to me.

Why would she want me to feel pain like this?

And I'd suddenly been unable to breathe. Just like that I panicked, unable to see or think straight as I curled in on myself. Alex was right in front of me, still in a grey bathrobe that looked incredibly soft to the touch, but her words and her presence barely registered.

I couldn't look at her.

But her voice broke me out of it. Or rather her words did. You saved my life. Yeah, sure as hell felt like it. Never had I fully thought I'd done much of anything that helped, but the way she said it told the truth. She well and truly believed that I had, and maybe she was right.

I'd wanted to leave as soon as the rush of fear had ran its course. This girl had seen me cry, she'd seen me unable to breathe and desperately grasping for air, and it wasn't something I wanted anyone to know. I didn't want anyone to see that I could break just like anyone else could. Emotion wasn't a thing I showed unless it was anger or a form of sarcasm or amusement, but right here before her I showed fear and hurt at its most vulnerable.