Elemental: We are all murderers #2

Chapter Thirty-Two

Sarah

Pain and suffering, it's all consuming and I don't know how to stop it from coursing through my veins. Azania left the room and went downstairs. I barely even registered this Sky and Natalia are gone. I'm just sitting quietly on the bed. I know I can't stay stuck and frozen forever.

I need something sharp. I need to cut the pain away. I need to feel again. I go into Azania's bathroom and rummage through anything that I can find. Then I find a razor blade. I lift up the pajama shorts that Azania borrowed me and cut my inner thigh.

It feels so good. The sting it feels amazing, better than anything in the world. At first I did it to stop the numbing pain and then I just couldn't stop every day felt like a new hell. Blood is pooling by my thighs but I don't care. I'm relishing in the feeling.

I'm right next to the shower and I hear the door open. I don't even bother to try and stop the person from entering the room, I'm just basking in the sensation. "What the hell!" I jolt. I know that voice, Michael. I quickly open my eyes and see his horrified face.

Then I realized how bad the situation truly looks. The bloody razor blade in my right hand. And a huge pile of blood by my thighs. I'm shocked to see him. I didn't expect him to actually come upstairs.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, my voice groggy and unrecognizable from all the crying. "Baby no." He whispers, kneeling down beside me. Looking at his face, it looks like I physically slapped him. He gently takes the razor blade out of my hand and throws it in the sink.

I feel too weak to fight him. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" He asks me. "Because I want the pain to fade away and this is the only way I know how." I say, telling him the truth. I can't lie to him. It's part of the reason why I wanted to keep my rape secret.

I didn't want him to blame himself and end up doing hard drugs, no matter how hard I try, I will never be able to hide my feelings or lie to Michael. "You can't do this to yourself." He says. Gently pressing down on my thighs trying to stop the blood.

I cut myself pretty deep, deeper than I usually would, but that's only because I feel the pain 10 times more now. "I know, but I can't stop." I say, and it's true. He slowly lifts me up off of the ground and takes off my shirt. Then he takes off my pajama shorts.

Michael has seen me at my best and he's seen part of me at my worst. But it never come to this. He switches on the shower, waiting for the water to get warm, and then he puts me inside. He gets a few paper towels to wipe off the blood, throws it in the toilet and flushes it.

It takes a few wipes to get all of the blood off the floor. He leaves me in the bathroom and goes into Azania's room. Once the blood has finally stops and I put soap and shampoo on. I switch off the shower, grab a towel and leave the shower to see Michael on the bed looking down and I also see that he set out clothes for me underwear and all.

"Did you seriously go in Azania's underwear, she's gonna kill you, you know." I say shocked by his bravery. He smirks at me. "I saw a lot of thongs in there." He says. "Michael!" I shriek. My cheeks burning. "I love when you blush your freckles are so adorable." "Shut up!" I shout.

Throwing the shirt at him, he catches it with his stupid basketball reflexives. Then his face goes serious. "Why didn't you tell me you saw me at the party?" He asks. "What? would you rather stick your tongue down a random girls throat secretly?" I say raw jealously burning through me.

"No." His brown eyes go dark and he stands up. "I don't want you to think they mean anything to me." "Just like how I don't mean anything to you?" It was more of a question than an answer. He grabs my arm. "No Angel you mean everything." He says.

And the he sticks he tongue out and starts licking the water on my arm from my shower, I can't help but moan and his eyes grow darker. Then I get a notification on my phone and Michaels phone buzzes in his pocket, I walk over to my phone to distract me from the wetness in-between my legs that's not blood. I click on the unknown numbers message.

The story of two tragic lovers. One's an addict and the other one is a victim. It's only fair that I share both of their stories, both of their secrets, for I know them both and all the rest of yours. The addict promised that they wouldn't touch up on drugs anymore. They are a liar. Relapsing is one thing that they do best and they've been doing for quite a while now. How long and how far deep in drugs are you going to go? They were even offered rehab at the end of the year but refused to take the offer. They don't want to heal, they want to stay buried in the past. Will it destroy them or will they prevail?

-X

This isn't happening. It can't be.