Kiss My Name

Chapter 17

You were ordered by Ms Mead to remain in loose clothing until your wounds healed. That meant walking around in the clothes you had packed, sweatpants and hoodies it was! You thankfully had a couple articles of purple clothing packed. You came down for breakfast, finding that Lady Venable wouldn't even look at you with Langdon around. You picked at your food, suddenly the thought of eating wasn't pleasant. You ate what you could, being the last one done. You hadn't said thanks, you didn't greet anyone.

Did she no longer want you? Did she choose Langdon? She told you she loved you, but was it just a rooze? You slowly stopped writing, putting the pencil down and hiding the notes and books within your desk. When dinner rolled around, you didn't bother coming down. Instead, you hid under your bed and stared into nothingness. You didn't move, you couldn't. The one hope you had, and she lied to you. She toyed with you, strung you along and then threw you to the wolves.

The door to your room opened, hearing the bathroom light turn on. "(Y/N)?" Ms Mead called out, panic lacing her tone. You gently slid out a foot to ease her mind, seeing her look under the bed. Your face was stained with tears, tissues laying around you. "Oh honey..." She gently held a hand out to you, stroking the back of it with her thumb. "I'll bring your food to you." You nodded at her words, tears starting to form once more.

It had to be a rooze, why else would she bring you to her most sacred space and then shove you off? Was it too good to be true? Were you just a fox, her a hound? You heard Ms Mead come in, pulling you out from under the bed to eat. You primarily picked at your food, Ms Mead softly encouraging you. "What's the point?" You mumbled. "Survive out of spite. You remember Lana Winters? She didn't become a master assassin over night. She had to survive... And she fought tooth and nail." Ms Mead quietly explained. "She fought valiantly." You nodded, slowly finally eating. You watched Ms Mead leave after you finished, still sitting on the floor.

You were alone again, alone in your thoughts. An odd feeling overcame you, drawing you to the bathroom. Your ears were ringing, the sadness overwhelming. You reached into the drawer, pulling out a blade. It was like a voice began to speak, guiding the blade to your skin. Drawing a line, a bit of the sadness dampened, prompting you to draw more. Red liquid started to dribble onto the floor, the lines all over the underside of your forearm. You had moved onto your legs, then the ringing ended as darkness started to creep over your eyes and a scream filled the air.