The Legends of the Moon Gods

Chapter 5

***WARNING! IN THIS CHAPTER, SELF HARM, DEATH, AND DEPRESSION IS PRESENT! READ CAUTIOUSLY!***

Paige's POV:

I locked myself in my room with Wesley talking through my door while I sit in panic. I turned on the tv and their as this huge ass storm that looked like it could storm for days... I was seriously worried about my mother. She still hasn't come home yet and it was 9:00 p.m..

"Paige... come out... please?..." Wesley's voice seemed a tad bit upset but right now, I just wanted my mom to walk right through the front door... I sat in a ball, curled up in the middle of my floor, my large toe touching my bed's right leg and my dress was sprawled out about me. Rouge tears came and went, making my mascara and eyeliner run down my face making me look like a Black Veil Brides member. I closed my eyes and pictured my mom and dad here. My father died in in the war when I was too young to understand why momma was crying of a letter she got from a man in uniform. I understood now but I can't help but worry that my mom might disappear and leave me alone. My door creaks open and I open my eyes and look up, seeing Wesley with a bent bobby pin in his hand.

"D-Did you j-just *hic* p-picklock m-my *hic* door?..." I hiccup to my uneven breathing and sniffle.

"Sorry... but I was worried... I know you are scared and worried for your mother but she will be back." I get a sinking feeling in my stomach when he says it but I believe him and nod. Something cold touches my face so I shrink back and see that he brought in a rag as well. I lean back over as he gently wipes all the makeup off my face.

"There." He smiles and I giggle softly. I see his face redden and look away. We sat in silence staring at each other until I hear the phone ring. My spirits brighten as I run into the master bedroom and pick up the home phone.

"Mo-" A voice interrupts me.

"Hello, this is Nurse Jill. Is this Paige S. Lanita?" I couldn't breath.

"Y-yes... W-Why?.." I question this nurse and start to feel weak. Silence is heard for what seemed like forever.

"I am sorry to inform you but your mother, Ms. Lilah Bertha Lanita, was in a car accident and was pronounced DOA, or dead on arrival of the crash... I am sorry for your loss. She did have a boy-" I couldn't hear anything else. I clicked hang up and dropped the phone. Tears spilled down my cheeks. I feel a scream curdle in my throat as I pick up the phone and chuck it at the wall, shattering it and scream, running into my mother's bathroom and slamming the door, crying hard, and locking it, shoving the chair she had in there against the door.

"WHY!? WHY MUST YOU TAKE HERAWAY FROM ME!?" I scream to God as lightning flashes and thunder crackles and I sob, rummaging around my dad's side and find a clean razor. I take it in shaking fingers and roll up my lacey white sleeve and step into the bath tub. I hear Wesley knock quickly.

"Paige?... Are you alright!? I heard you scream! Please open the door!" Luckily for me, the door didn't have a hole to pick lock so all I heard was knocking. I looked down at my pale wrists and arms and my hand shakes so I make a fist to stop the shaking. I sniffle as tears land on my arm and dress. I take the sharp corner of the razor and drag it deep into my wrist making a short cut. I suck in a breath. Blood gurgles from the cut and I continue. I cut deeply the for the next cut but swiftly.

"Paige!..." the door starts to tremble on its frame from Wesley using his body to try to burst the door open. I make quick work with the cuts and they all ooze and drip blood on the porcelain tub, avoiding my dress as I cry in grief and pain. I sob quietly as I run the water of the tub and put my arm under the water. I scream in pain and cry as it stings harshly making Wesley run at the door more.

"Paige! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" Wesley is now screaming in determination but its too late. The damage is done. I stop the water and pick the razor up, rolling up my other sleeve but make tidier cuts along my wrist and arm. Instead, I cut my mothers name into my left arm and cry when I go too deep but I don't care. The blood rolls down my arm thickly and into the tub, my dress floating in the water, the water turning red. The blood from my arm runs together making it crimson and my tears mix in with the blood. I was almost done with the "H" when Wesley successfully busts the door open and I widen my eyes and whip my head around.

"PAIGE! NO!" He sees my arm and runs over to snatch the razor but I scream.

"No! Stay away from me!" I scream at him as we wrestle for the razor. I sob loudly and tell him to stop and give it back. He takes it away from me and opens the small bathroom window and throws it out into the storm and shuts the window.

"NO!" I sob and set my head on the tub side, my arm out of the tub, blood dripping onto the tile. Wesley looks at me with sadness and protectively and picks me up out of the tub of bloody water and washes my arm with my incomplete mother's name and gets rubbing alcohol. My crystalline grey eyes widen and I back up shaking my head. He takes my hand and tries to get me near him but I struggle, trying to stay away but him being 6 foot 4 inches, he wins and I stumble closer and he sits me down on his knee, my arm with my mother's name exposed and I continue shaking my head, tears streaming steadily down my face as he puts a towel under my arm and slowly pours the rubbing alcohol on my arm I cry harder. I bring my right hand up to my mouth, biting on it and a sliver of my other cuts show and faintly show through the lace.

"Paige...the other arm..." He soberly looks at me, his eyes cloudy and I shake my head and he forcefully takes my arm and I my tears start back up and I bury my face in the crook of his shower and cry as he does the same process with my right arm. My eyes start to burn with all the tears I have cried. He rolls both my sleeves down and sets me on the floor, hugging me tightly and not letting go.

"Paige.... why?.... Why did you have to cut?..." his voice cracks and chokes on several words as I just cry in response. I feel one of his arms move and text somebody before setting his phone down and going back to hugging me tightly. The storm intensifies, the wind blowing hard, masking my loud sobs and mumbled words as I sit in Wesley's warm embrace. listening to his heart beat as it soothes me, making me drift to sleep into a nightmarish hell.

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Hello darklings... another chapter but this one was pretty hard for me to write. I have experience in the subject of self harm so writing that part was really powerful to me since I have done it before... I hope you enjoyed the reading and continue to read on... From hereon out, if any triggers are to be present in a chapter, I will write a warning on the top of the chapter and still do warnings on the bottom forewarning deeper in the story.

*WARNING! IF YOU DO GET TRIGGERED! DEEPER INTO THE STORY, THESE TRIGGERS: DEATH, SELF HARM, DEPRESSION, NEGLECT, ABUSE, AND RAPE WILL BE PRESENT! READ WITH CAUTION IF EASILY TRIGGERS! Your votes and comments and just reading is greatly appreciated!

Thanks for reading!

-Skylar D.