Temper, Temper

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

~~Alice

He stood on the windowsill frozen with my demand. He wasn't going to die. Not tonight. I let out a deep sigh, comforted that he listened to me

"Stay there Kyle. Don't you dare move."

I locked my eyes with his. Then ran to the front door, of course, my mom left it open and unlocked when she came home from 'work' which was partying all night and hooking up with some guy for twenty bucks an hour. She disgusted me so much! No wonder my dad left to be with his ex girlfriend from high school.

I bolted across the five feet of lawn that separated our front doors, the cold grass made me flinch, spreading dew on my feet. I stood on his front steps. Not sure how I would pass his father. I opened the door. Complete darkness. I walked around the mess on the floor, it smelt like some sort of alcohol. I passed his father. Everything inside of me wanted to kill him for hurting his son so much. His perfect son. But instead, I tiptoed to the stairs,and crept up carefully. I got to the landing at the top. I took a few steps to the door, it creaked as I opened it. It was without a doubt his room. The blades, the blood stains, and him.

"Kyle!" I screamed, overjoyed with him being alive, I ran to him and hugged him. He smelt so nice, his chest bony,I couldn't help but be envious.

'I could get used to this..' My thought crept past the demon that invaded my mind.

'Too bad he will never love you' it snickered.

I listen to it, and backed away.

He looked sad. It was probably my imagination.

No matter how hard I tried. I couldn't escape the fact he wanted to end his life. it was tearing me apart at the seams.

"Why, why Kyle?" I asked him. Was I not good enough? Why couldn't I help him through this?

Tears slowly slipped down my cheeks. I wasn't sure why it hurt so bad. He looked pained. I cast my head down.

"It's okay, you don't need to answer"

I noticed he was crying as well. With everything inside me I hoped he didn't see me ugly scars. I let my tears dry up. We stood in an icy silence. I noticed myself begin to shake. My legs burned. I couldn't stay standing any longer. I casually walked over to his bed and sat down. I was still curious to see his arm. He moved towards me. I felt a sudden rush of emotions. I was scared, excited, worried, happy and sad all at once. I stretched out my hand. I silent question. I wanted to see his wrist. This, he knew. He looked hesitant, but held out his arm. I held it in two hands gently, never taking my eyes off of it. He moved to sit beside me, which I barely noticed.

"Your still perfect even with your scars" I whispered the words gushing out of my mouth.

'You sound like an idiot' the voices reminded me.

I sat in silence wondering how he got deep, the question escaped my quivering lips.

"How did you get so deep?"

He didn't answer, I looked over at his confused face. It made my heart flutter like the butterflies which seemed to be on steroids inside my stomach.

I couldn't help but giggle at his expression, " nevermind" I said trying to choke my laugh.

I had to make sure he would never pull a stunt like that. I needed him. Forever.

"Kyle?" I asked. Needing re assurance

"Uh.. Yeah?" be fumbled with his words

"Don't ever fucking leave me"

I let him have his arm back, it hurt to see him in pain. But that was okay, as long as he was breathing, preferably beside me. I was okay. I leaned against him, the steady best of his heart lulling me to sleep.

~~Kyle

Who was she? I wondered. But a part of me wanted to listen to her. My mind, and the voices that occupied it, said jump. I got down.

She sighed, an unusual thing, why would she?

"Stay there Kyle, don't you dare move!!"

Her melodic voice stunned me, the crystal clear words, I don't know her name, but I was sad to see her leave.. I didn't move from where I was standing

My mind kept returning to her silouhette, her hair, her voice. All of an angel. I didn't need to see her face to know she was beautiful.

'Too bad she won't love you' my demon spoke.

"Kyle!!" I looked twards my door. She stood, five foot three, red hair like fire, down past her shoulders. It was flying with the wind from the open window. She came towards me and hugged me.

I felt loved.

I didn't want her to let go.

I wondered if all girls smelt that nice.

'She's just faking.'

She backed away. my arms reluctantly let go of her,

"Why, why Kyle?"

Tears slipped down her cheeks, I hated seeing her cry, I loved how angelic she looked. I couldn't answer her.

"It's okay, you don't need to answer.." Her soft voice barely above a whisper.

Tears welled in my eyes from hurting her as I did, I couldn't understand why it hurt so bad, it was worse then any knife or flame could do to me.

She brushed a falling tear from my face and gave me a sad smile that made me melt inside. In that moment I knew. She was my angel, but I was her guardian.

She sat down on my bed, she didn't seem to mind the blood. It struck me as odd. I sat across from her, flinching as she grabbed my wrist to examine it.

"Even with your scars your perfect" she whispered so quietly I barely heard.

I moved so I was beside her, and I held my angel, dropped down from heaven above. She saved my life.

"How did you manage to get so deep?" She asked

I was puzzled, she let out a giggle, then said "nevermind"

"Kyle?" She asked

"Uh, yeah?"

"Don't you ever fucking leave me"

Her statement caught me so off guard, I looked at her quizzically, I wanted to tell her I would never. But I knew, soon, my Deamons would return to haunt me. Good things only last for a night.

We sat in silence, with her laying on my chest. I didn't notice she fell asleep until her hand dropped out of mine, to reveal her dirty little secret