Cracked Sinister (Girl x Girl)

Chapter Fifteen

**Edan's POV**
He ran over to me. I didn't think he'd smell blood with all the smell of liquor around us. He examined me. He picked up my wrists and turned them over. Nothing. Nothing but scars. Newish. About two days old.

He moved onto my thighs. He put his hands in them and I winced. They weren't deep enough to hospitalize me. They were good enough for me not to go on and good enough for them to panic.

"B-but she... The razor is clean." Jaime managed to stutter out. I smirked. Only Vic saw and he looked terrified, sad, and worried all at once.my smirk dropped once I saw his face.

"I...I don't need a razor. Did you f-find a v-vodka bot-tle?" I slurred.

"Y-yea..."

"I had two other bottles. T-two Jack D-Daniels bottles. All I need is a sharp edge. I broke a bottle.... More pain." Vic looked horrified and disappointed.

"You two should leave... I need to talk to Edan." He finally spoke. All his glances and looks were starting to freak me out.

They left and he told me to lose them. Them being my pants. He wanted to see the wounds. I dropped my pants and he looked at my legs. Ugh disgusting. They're so fat. So ugly. I don't know how he didn't throw up just looking at them. I would've. I'm about to. I sat back down, feeling more nauseous than I ever have in my life. Fuuucckk.... This sucks.

He walked into the bathroom and came back out with a bunch of first aid supplies. He grabbed some rubbing alcohol and a cloth.

"This may hurt a bit." No... Its going to be a pleasant experience. Of course it's going to hurt genius.

I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts. He began I clean my wounds. I grasped onto the couch with such force and strength that he stopped to see if I was okay. I told him I was and he put my hand on his shoulder.

He started cleaning them again and I balled my hand into a fist while holding onto his shirt. He finished cleaning them and started putting bandages on them. 

As he was doing so, he started singing. I knew the sing by heart.

"I kissed the scars in her skin, I still think you're beautiful and I don't ever want to lose my best friend." He have me a sad smile and I returned him the same one. I guess when I smashed the bottle a small piece cut my cheek. He looked at me and slightly frowned. He wiped the blood off my cheek while whispering.

"I kissed the scars on her skin," he kissed my cheek. "I still think you're beautiful," he kissed my jaw. "And I don't ever want to lose my best friend." He trailed kisses down my neck, causing me to involuntarily moan. I pushed him away.

I need Sara... I'm scared... Terrified. Help...