The Cat Who Changed Us

Chapter seven

*TRIGGER WARNING*
SONG LYRIC OF THE DAY
~your were comforting and quiet how did love become so violent?~

~Popcorn POV~
I was happy to be back with Savannah. She was special to me, but I didn't know why. Not that it mattered... But she was hiding something. I didn't know what, dammit, why didn't I know anything. I knew she was hiding something behind that smile though. I would soon find out.

~Shh...time skip is being used!~
I am not creative.

I was walking around the house when I heard singing. It was coming from the bathroom, being curious I followed it.

(Start song here)
"Stitched you up, put you together
With cotton and feather
Gave you love put my heart but what could I do?
When you started talking in your sleep, saying things you'd do to me,
I didn't care
I wasn't scared
Now I'm ringing knives under the sheets, crumpled photographs of me
I'm in despair
Should I be scared?
Teddy Bear! You are my Teddy Bear!
You were comforting and quiet
How did love become so violent?"

The singing was replaced with sobs and indecisive words. One stood sentence was understandable, and it scared me.

"I shouldn't do this..." I knew it was Savannah, but what was she doing that she shouldn't be? I had to know. I went in to the bathroom quietly as to not startle her. This image was shocking. She had a unimaginably huge razor in her left hand. Her right wrist was soaked in blood, it had been carved into, not deep enough to kill her. It was obvious she had done it to herself. Why was she doing this.

"Because..."
Had she just read my mind.

"Come here... I'll tell you why." I walked over to her and laid down on her lap. She started to pet me gentely, her hand still bloody. Some was getting in my due, but I cared to much about the situation to pay attention to it.
(Time to learn about some of Savannahs past! XD...JK!!!)

"Because I paint a beautiful picture
But it does exist for
My paintbrush is a razor
And my canvas is my wrist

I paint a beautiful picture its
Different, it doesn't actually exist for
My mind is my razor
And my heart is my wrist."
I didn't really understand what she mean't, but at the same time I did.

"And then you came and it still hurts more..."
Is it my fault, wait is she doing this because of me?

"You make this harder to do, and that's good, it hurts more because I don't want it as much as I did, but at the same time I think I want it more..." So, I was making it harder and easier on her. What did she mean?
"I mean I love you."

Yay a note...Sarcasm.
Questions!!!

1. What do you think about Savannah do doing this?

2. Why do you think Savannah is doing this?

Let me know in the comments below! Bye my little kisses!😋😙