Dark or Light?

Chapter 27

I rush over to Henry and grab his wrists. Blood's gushing out. He cut deep.

            "D-d-don't move and d-d-don't touch that fucking thing!" I yell with a shaky voice, gesturing towards the blade as I blot for the bathroom.

            I push the bathroom door open and start tearing through it, looking for gauze or something to wrap his wrists in to stop the bleeding. There's nothing. I can't find anything in any of the damn drawers. There's only towels on the shelves and the only thing in the cabinets is toilet paper and cleaning products.

            I put my hand on the mirror to open it and see if there's anything in it, but I stop at the sight of my reflection. Over my right shoulder, I can see Samolio standing behind me. I don't move. I just stand there and let the anger and rage seep in.

            "What are you doing?" he asks.

            "Trying to help my boyfriend," I snap.

            Samolio smiles. "He's not your boyfriend. Hasn't been for a while, now."

            My anger grows. "You lied to me."

            "About?"

            "You told me that you'd leave him alone if I stayed away from him."

            He just smiles and shakes his head.

            "I don't have time for this," I say as I open the mirror. There's nothing to help him.

            When I shut the mirror, Samolio isn't standing behind me, anymore. Instead, I see myself standing where he just was. Is this some kind of mind game he's playing or have I just fully lost it?

            "Why do you even care so much?" it asks.

            Why do I even care? It's not like we're together or even friends, really. He's just a boy. It's not like there won't be others... What the hell am I thinking? He's not just a boy and there's never going to be another one like him. I love him.

            I turn away from the mirror, towards the thing that looks like me and to my surprise, it's actually standing there. It's real. I start backing away from it, but it reaches out and grabs me. My skin begins to burn under its hand and I struggle to get free. I slam the bathroom door as soon as I get free and run back to Henry. I'm filled with a mix of fear, rage, and worry. What the hell is going on?

            I run into Henry's room and shut the door behind me. His pale, tear stained face looks up at me. I don't have anything to wrap his wrists in. No gauze or bandages or even paper towels. I strip my shirt off and sit on my knees in front of him. I grab a box of tissues and clean his wounds the best I can before I wrap my shirt around his wrists.

            "Your shirt will be ruined," he says.

            I give him a kind smile. "I don't care. I'll get a new one if I need to. You mean more to me than some stupid shirt." Not going to lie, it was one of my favorite shirts.

            More tears fall from his eyes. I help him stand and walk over to his bed. Then, I sit next to him and wrap my arms around him. His head rests on my chest with my right hand on his head and my left hand soothingly rubbing his arm. Usually, I'd probably have a problem with this, since I'm just in my bra, but the circumstances are different than they would normally be.

            "I'm so sorry," Henry cries.

            "Why?" I cry into his hair.