Daggers of love

chapter 33

Stares are usually accompanied by whispers, and both of those are always dished with judgement. People can be judgemental about anything, no matter what has just happened. A wedding, a business promotion, or in our case an attack that left three students injured and many more dead. Stares don't usually bother me, I always had a feeling of superiority when I walked down these halls, but right now was different.

I didn't have my usual strut, that was replaced with a slightly limping form. I didn't have my usual independence, Marcus supporting my injured body, helping me walk through the pain. I didn't have my usual feeling of security; I didn't have my daggers. I was weak, helpless, defenceless.

My friend was being transported on a medical bed Infront of me, bloodied and probably on the verge of death. Viktor was being wheeled not to far behind her. I would say that guilt flooded my system, but it didn't. it wasn't my fault she got axed, it wasn't even Saya's. As much as I would have wanted to blame Saya, it wasn't her fault, it was her family.

The walk to the infirmary was filled with thoughts like these; should we blame anyone but the men? Will Petra even live? Am I just dramatizing the situation? These thoughts shifted as I was sitting in the infirmary, zoning out as my wound got sewn shut. What would I have done if that was my family? If it got out that I wasn't a virgin, if it got out that franco took it forcibly. If my family turned against me. would I fight along with my friends or would they hand me over? Chico was happy to give over Saya just like that, he wouldn't do any different to me. Petra might hand me over, she's my friend yes but she's only human. Viktor would only save me if I became his mate or whatever, if I said no to that offer, he's handing me over too. Jaden probably wouldn't have been any different, we didn't really know each other, hell I only just learned his name.

And Marcus? id like to think he wouldn't hand me over. Id like to think he would treat me like he treated Saya, defended her because he cared or whatever. Id like to think he cares about me the same level that he cares about her, maybe even more. Its wishful thinking. sure, Marcus and I have had some tender moments, but I'm probably not the one he'd choose. I need to get out of this shitty mind set. So many people have it worse, I'm just being selfish. I'm gonna check up on Saya.

Looking for Saya wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be, there was only three real spots I needed to look. 1 was the infirmary, not there. 2 was her room, not there either. 3 was the place I was going to go anyways if I didn't find her, the graveyard/roof. Bingo.

The rooftop was cold, I probably should have grabbed a jacket while I was still inside. The temperature didn't seem to bother Saya, maybe she's subjecting herself to some kind of punishment? Whatever the point is I found her.

"Bit cold up here, isn't it?" I ask, making my way to her. Saya looked at me from her spot, leaning against the short wall as the view stared back at her.

"If you're wearing as little as you are, it would be." she commented, turning her attention back to said view, continuing her brooding session. I gave a little breath through my nose, a smile on my face as I looked down at my choice of clothing.

"touché" I moved next to her, leaning my forearms against the wall as well. The view was beautiful, in a trashy sort of way.

"Have you gotten your daggers back?" she asked, keeping her gaze of the city Infront of her. a flask suddenly appearing in her hand before taking a massive swig of it.

"Got them back after getting patched up" I answered, pulling out the left one. I look at it in my hand, everything just felt so complete with them. Saya looked down, I could tell guilt was consuming her. She didn't like the fact that I got patched up, more that fact that I needed to get patched up at all. She took another massive swig of whatever was contained within that flask.