Blood Or Love? (girlxgirl)

I sat alone in my room, staring aimlessly at my bedroom wall, which has been filled with drawings and stained with blood. I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping them in my arms; and listened to my beating heart throb. 'I won't last much longer in this world.' I took a knife from my dresser and began cutting designs into my arm with the blade. Blood dripped down my arm and onto my bed, the warmth gave me an odd comfort."Maybe, I don't want to be normal." I murmured to myself. I didn't bother to clean the mess I made... the blood dried on my arm and sheets.

Cuts sheathed my arm, they were visible as I walked through the hallway. Everyone stared at the marks as if there was a knife sticking out of my arm, as if I was crazy.

"Hey, you! Sis! Why don't you cross the line and kill yourself already?" I saw a boy my age with short blond hair, and blue eyes point at me and laugh along with his jocky friends.

My name is Sydney but, everyone calls me Sis. I used to be everyone's friend, so they called me Sis -- a cutesy nickname --until depression locked me in its grasp. The name had stuck. I'm not sure if any of the students know my real name anymore.

Anger and sadness boiled my blood, and the thought of no one wanting my presence tripped through my mind as I continued walking.

I sneakily slipped my knife from my back pack, and hid it in my hand. I ran to the girl's restroom, checking to see if anyone was with me. Starring in the mirror at my reflection, I noticed my makeup had been smeared from those wretched tears. I clenched the knife's handle until my knuckles turned white. Staring at the blade, I slowly took it to my scarred wrist. I pressed down, adding more and more pressure until blood oozed rapidly from either side of the blade. Then, with reckless speed, a ripped the blade across my pale skin. My blood surged, fell into the sink, and ebbed into the drain. Blackness consumed my vision... unconsciousness welcomed me with greed.

My heart pounded recklessly in my chest as I breathed in a ragged breath. Unaware of my surroundings, I jolted up from the laying position I was in, but many hands urgently pushed me down. I opened my eyes to find an ivy in my arm, and bloody bandages in the trash next to me. I looked looked wearily at the hands holding me down and traced my way up to their faces. They had on masks... hospital masks. 'Shit, someone saved me! But who, and why?' I was raging to deal with who rescued me. They needed to know to stay out of the way.; It was my choice to die, I never asked to be saved.

One of the nurses walked into my room,"You have someone to thank for saving you." She said, a matter-of-fact tone hinting in her voice. The nurse left, but only moments later escorted a girl to me. The nurse left us to ourselves, closing the thick wooden door behind her. The girl, who had a body to mourn for, walked to the bedside with long, teasing strides.

"Why did you save me?!" I asked sternly, locking my eyes to hers.

"You looked so helpless and a lost, I couldn't leave such a gem lying there." She said. This girl was excitingly gorgeous, her beauty seemed to surpass everyone I have seen. She had short, black hair, and swimming dark-honey eyes.

I wanted to jump up and thank her with a hug. Because if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be able to see such beauty. "Thank you..." I muttered nervously. She smiled kindly. I felt myself blushing yet, I didn't regret it.

"I-I'm Sydney. But...everyone calls me Sis." I stuttered.

"I'm Sadawn. I guess we're introducing nicknames, so, call me, Dawn." Her sweet smile brightened; and I smiled back.

A few weeks passed. And during this time intense mental therapy was practiced on me. I pretended to improve on my behavior, but almost nothing changed. After appearing normal, the doctors sent me home but kept me under suicide watch. I knew as long as Dawn was in my daily life, suicide would not cross my mind.

Whenever I laid my eyes on Dawn, an alien feeling of hope, and happiness slithered to my heart. And for once, I didn't push the feelings away. I felt as if she was the only person who can, and has ever comforted me. I didn't know or recognize her when we had first met a few weeks ago, but I had felt the smallest spark of a connection when she looked into my sorrow filled eyes, and now that connection has grown stronger between us. Even if I was being watched, I didn't pay attention to anything or anyone except Dawn. I have never felt happier... or happy at all. Burn,, now that she's here, all of the began to change.

I sat on the bottom of my bunk bed, my legs crossed casually, and a pencil in my hand. A sketchbook resting on my lap. Dawn sat next to me, she leaned closer and watched me draw. I could feel her warm breath on my neck, and her right arm wrapped around my left as she rested her head on my shoulder. After a few minutes of trying to focus on drawing, the fact that Dawn was so close right now gave me the idea to draw two girls kissing with dark shadows among them. I began to draw this, taking the time and effort to make it as perfect as my skills could let me. I glanced at Dawn, only to see that she had fallen asleep. I smiled at her. She was so vulnerable and relaxed when she slept; it was cute. Carefully,aas not to wake Dawn, I set up a couple pillows on the clean side of my bed. Softly, and slowly, I Iayed her back onto the pillows. I silently put away my sketchbook and pencil. As I lowered myself next to Dawn, I pulled her into. hug, and splayed my best blanket over us. Dawn squirmed a little, causing her head to roll from the pillow I laid her head on, to my chest. She seemed more comfortable. I didn't bother her, I only cherished being so close to her, and feeling her body snuggled to mine. I began to blush, and in turn rolled my eyes, realizing how easy I blush when I'm around Dawn.

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