Bleed

How It Began

   I went inside my room in my own apartment in Chicago.  I jumped through my window, onto the balcony. My best friend jumped down from the roof. He had brown eyes, brown hair, that was pointed to a perfect point by the way, and he had a tail. Yes, a tail. But he was still really cute, and I did develop a LITTLE crush on him.
"How did your date go?" I ask glancing at him.
Jake sighed shrugging, "It went horrible."
I nod, "Im sorry Jake."
He smiled at me, "Its okay Lizzie."
_____
The next day
Jake went out with another girl. There isn't very many people that have powers or are immortal, like us. I mean, I know I must have SOME kind of power. My hair is black, but has mainly different colors of purple in it. The purple glows. And I never had my hair dyed.
    It just made me so upset. I couldn't really take it. My best friend, aka my crush, kept going out with all these girls. And I felt bad for him, it was because he had a tail. Someday, I'll tell him that he shouldn't care what they think, just stop going on blind dates. He is only 18.
   I got a little further away, he didn't follow. I walked into a bar, that usually is always empty, just the same few drunkies. I sighed sitting down on the stool.
   Sure I was 19, but the bartender didn't seem to care. She was a little round, tan wrinkly skin, maybe in her 50's, her light brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail.
   I wanted to break down crying, I dont know why, but I always get emotional when it comes to Bruno. She frowned turning towards me,
"What do you want sweetie?" Her voice was soft and curious.
I frowned looking down, "A shot of tequila please."
She nodded and poured a the liquid into a small glass.
   After a while, I started telling her about everything. Jake would sometimes flirt with me, but then go out with other girls. Does that make sense? Why should I be upset over my best friend who I like but has mixed emotions?
   Then the door opened, the bell rang up on the door as it did. The bartender looked towards whoever walked in. I did the same. I slapped down a 20 dollars, grabbed my purse, and waked out.
   He grabbed my arm. I stopped and we exchange a look. I yank my arm away jogging out the door.
"Liz! Wait!" I heard him yell as the door closed shut.
   I ran all the way back until I was back into my apartment. I huddled into the corner of my couch. It was like a big L, and still really comfy. I sighed and then heard a knock at the door.
   I got up opening it seeing Jake. He looked a little nervous. He smiled weakly at me. I look at him with a confused face. What is he doing here? Did he not get the signs?
He looked down messing with his fingers, "Liz?"
I look down my hand on the door rim.
"Do you mind getting coffee with me at the new coffee shop?"
Is that a date? Considering its expensive coffee and it just opened?
I hesitated, "That would be nice."
I look up and so did he.
He grinned at me, his cheeks a little red, "Ill see you there tomorrow at 11pm?"
I nod and smile, "Okie dokie"
   I went to bed, a little excited. This isn't a date, but it could be the start of something new.

The next day at 10:50 pm

I rushed getting the last few touches of my makeup done. I quickly put on some lip gloss. I didnt wear much, i didnt want him to think that I thought this was something more.
  I had on just jean shorts and a nice black blouse. I always liked the color black, i'm not depressed or goth, nothing like that, I just always liked the color.
   I met him there right at 11. The coffee shop was at the corner of the street. It was a sit down place for sure. They had menu's, well obviously, but like menus you would get at a restaurant.
    We talked. He didnt mention any of the girls he TRIED to go out with. Weird. Then, I started getting really uncomfortable not too long after.
"Im really sorry Jake", I apologized and got up sprinting back to my apartment.
   I dont know if he followed or not. But I didnt care, i just went to my room locking the door hiding in the corner.
  I could feel pain rushing into me, feeling it against my bones. I groaned in pain. Jake did follow me home, he kept trying to get me to unlock the door.
"Liz! Please unlock the door!" He yells. My bedroom walls started to shake, the floor started to rumble.
   "No!" I yelled. Then he busted down the door.
He looked at me, "Are you oka-" He got interrupted by this black sticky stuff coming out of my wrists.
It started choking him. I didnt know how to control it. Wind spun  around me, making my outfit change. I looked like the Black Widow from like The Avengers. Except my hair was the same.
   "Jake-I"
Tears ran down my face as the stuff wrapped tighter around his neck. I looked out the window. I practically had to pul my wrists with me. I look down at the ground, my apartment was on the 5th floor out of 6. I took my chance and jumped.
    I felt the air going through my hair. I knew that whatever came out of my wrists, let go of Jake. I landed on my back, blood puddling behind my head. Jake jumped down kneeling next to me.
  I couldn't talk. I would do anything for him, ANYTHING, even die for him, but I didnt know this is how I imagined dying for him.
  Tears ran down his cheeks. His eyes were beautiful.
He grabbed my hand, "I Love Yo-" Then my vision went black.
  For a second.
I was the one who was looking at Jake. Him on the ground. Nothing wrong with him. He was just on the ground.
Not me.
Him.
Jake Roman.
Not me.
   I grabbed his hand, "I love you too, Idiot."
I tear ran down my cheek landing on his.  His body started to separate then turned to dust.
A gold pair of angel wings with a chain went around my neck.
  I sat there for a moment, too sad to even actually cry.
"Liz?" I heard a familiar voice. My older sister, Callie had come to town.