Symmetrical Scars

8) Closure

"The marks humans leave are too often scars."

- John Green, "The Fault In Our Stars"

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<> Later That Night <>

<> Raina's POV <>

"Where're you going..." Jace muttered into his pillow.

I rolled my eyes and pulled a shirt over my head, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Jeez, it's 7:30 and he's already asleep. I stood up, Jace's t-shirt hanging down to me mid-thigh, and walked out into the living room. I placed a hand on our phone, glancing down the hallway wearily. If Jace woke up, I'd be one hundred percent dead. But I have to talk to Kid somehow, even though I have no idea what I'll say to explain what happened. Kid should still be awake, he doesn't go to bed until eight o'clock exactly.

Quietly I dialed Kid's phone number, it went to his house and I think it was originally for Liz and Patty to use, since Kid can hardly calls anyone but his Dad with that magic thing. I've never actually met Lord Death, but I've heard he's really cheerful despite his name. I also haven't quite gotten over the creativity of naming your son, "Death the Kid."

The phone rang a few times, until there was a scrambling on the other end.

"Stupid... gloves..." I heard a weird voice in the receiver. "Hiya!"

The loud voice startled me, and I nearly dropped the phone in surprise before looking down the hallway, half expecting Jace to come out and slap me. When it didn't happen, I quietly answered in the phone.

"Hi, is Kid there?" I cringed, I'm terrible at speaking on the phone. Not that I've really ever had the opportunity to do so. I'm sure this is Lord Death, but Kid said he was hardly ever home. I must've called at one of the few times he was.

"Sorry, no." Lord Death said loudly, "Can I ask who's calling?"

"I'm one of his friends, Raina."

"Oh! He talks about you a lot! I'm sorry, he's out on a mission right now." Lord Death told me, "I can call him if you'd like?"

"Oh, no! It's fine." I said, "I'll just, wait until he comes back. Thank you."

"Alright, bye!" He hung up and I stood there for a moment, lost in the silence.

Kid never mentioned he was going on a mission, so he must've decided to go because of me. He literally left the city because of me.

I sat down on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chest, burying my face in my arms. God, he probably hates me. I practically led him on when there was never really any chance of us being together. I should've just left him when I had the chance, and neither of us would be hurt this badly. A few tears trailed down my face and I shuddered lightly until my entire body was breaking down into silent sobbing.

I hurt him and he left me. I should've just... done something! There must've been something else I could've done! I pulled my legs in tighter, biting my tongue to keep from screaming, I tasted blood in my mouth. I shouldn't have been so selfish with him, and just left him. At least then I would know he didn't hate me. He probably does hate me. That last shred of light in my terrible life, hates me now.

I let out another shaky breath and stood up. My arms were burning, it felt like they were on fire and about to explode. I'd experienced it before, but I'd never actually known what to do about it. It was painful and uncomfortable, but now I don't think I need to wait for it to stop.