Scarlett's POV
Matt's a huge dork but you know, I guess it's better than being stuck with a jerk for all eternity. In a way, I kinda feel bad for how I treated him in the beginning. He's pretty sweet.
And in a way, I'm kinda glad I'm turned now... But only because I never have to face my loser drunk dad again.
And thinking of my dad, I pull up my sleeves and look down at my wrists and a frown appears on my face. The scars are still there. Stark reminders of my depression, of the pain I've gone through. I'm no longer sitting with Matt and chatting, I'm drowning in memories.
And it's all I can do to hold back my tears of frustration. I bite my lip and I feel my heart aching. And then I laugh coldly. I'm a vampire now and I have no heart, not a beating one anyway. I'm not aware of Matt watching me, still lost in my thoughts. He reaches for my hand slowly, in an effort to comfort me.
I pull away quickly and stand up. And almost instinctively, I punch the wall in anger. And it's then that the tears begin to fall.
Matt's POV
So, like, we were having a good conversation, Scarlett and I. And then she looks down at her wrists and all of a sudden she just has like another breakdown. I can tell she's trying her hardest not to cry. I want to comfort her, to make her talk to me. I want to know what's going through her mind. I reach for her hand and she pulls away. I know it's not me she's angry at though. She's just upset for an unknown reason.
She stands up and punches the wall. Being a newborn, she does make a hole in the wall. Not a big one, but a hole nonetheless.
Wow, she's pretty hot when she's angry...
Shut the hell up, Matthew, I think to myself. Control your hormones and help this chick out! Uh, I don't have hormones, dumbass... Oh yeah, right. Sometimes I forget I'm a vampire.
I stand up and walk to her, placing a hand on her shoulder and turn her around to face me. I see she has tears in her eyes. And then she does the unexpected.
She wraps her arms around me in a tight embrace and she cries on my shoulder. And by tight, I mean tight. This chick was literally squeezing me but I let her.
After a while, she begins to pull away and sniffs. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Scarlett, really." I say in a soft tone. "What's wrong? Did you hurt your fist?" I take her hand in mine and she pulls it away, trying to hide it behind her back.
"Scarlett, seriously. Let me see." I grab it back and she no longer protests. I study her hand and see there is no damage to her knuckles. But her wrist was another story. She had scars running across her wrists and arms. I hold her hand delicately and trace the scars softly. She sniffs again and throws her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly to her.
She won't stop crying.
