Two mentally ill teens,
Both dealing with trauma in different ways,
One overthinks and stays to help others,
One never opens up and cant trust anyone,
Both not knowing how to love yet one fell for the other,
You see the problem.
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"Bayley?" Lion says as he walks through the bathroom door.
"Yes." I say and sigh out as I place a cotton ball soaked in rubbing alcohol on my lip. He walks up behind me and presses his chest into my back and looks at me in the mirror. I close my eyes and lean into him before opening my eyes again and stepping forward.
"I can't." I state and his eyebrows furrow and he tilts his head to the side like a puppy.
"I can't keep doing this." I say and point to myself then him in the mirror. He doesn't say anything but just shakes his head instead. He steps forward again and goes to put his hand on my hip but I move to the side and around to the back of him.
"Strictly work purposes." I state and walk out the bathroom into my room. The dark room meets me and I close my door resting my back on it. A slither of moonlight peaks into the space I call mine whilst I mentally scream. I walk towards my bed as I strip throwing my clothes on the floor till I'm just in my underwear and then get into bed and close my eyes and fall asleep.
"You are fucking useless!" He shouts and slaps me around the face. My head snaps to the side and a slight sting is left where his cold hand had just been, a slither of blood leaving my cheek bone where his ring had just sliced my skin open. The smell of whisky and cigarettes fall from his breath.
"If it wasn't for me Delaney would be fucking dead," I yell back and step forward looking my farther right in the eyes, " I'm the reason your mafia hasn't fallen through the fucking underworld yet!" My nostrils flare and my finger is pointing right into his chest whilst Del's blood covers my fingers.
"Watch your tone little girl." He states and I laugh.
"I may be little but as soon as your fingernail so much as touches that gun handle in your waistband my knife will slice your throat wide open. Lucas." I turn and go to step but a hand grabs my ponytail and pulls snapping my head all the way back, a searing pain shooting through the stretched skin. A cold metal presses against my temple and a click is heard.
"Go on, where's this knife of yours?" He says in a sarcastic tone.
"Right fucking here." I had already stabbed him in the thigh but stabbing doesn't hurt him anymore so I grab the handle and yank it down his leg the sound of tearing flesh fills the room and blood spills onto the floor.
"Bayley?" I hear a voice that's not Lucas' I turn to be met with Lionel's pained face.
"Shit, shit, shit!" I shout, turning to face him and holding him as he falls to the ground putting my hand on the wound Del and Lion's blood mixing.
"Bayley, put the gun down," He says in a weary tone and my eyebrows furrow, "Wake up!" He shouts and my eyes snap open to be met with Lionel pushed against my bedroom wall with a gun to the middle of his forehead my finger slightly pressed on the trigger.
