"Bring me your heart, give me your blood. Come with me, be my salvation and unchain me from starvation. I'm bruised, I'm scarred, save me from this broken heart."
Arabella's soul might be sold from the devil. Maybe that's what she thought when she w...
I don't want to go back to the gym anymore, seeing Adam there hurts me more and at the same time I want to hug him. I don't understand myself. I ran to the girls' bathroom, feeling nauseated. I want to vomit. I closed the door, leaned in into the sink and puked. I was shocked when the liquid that I puked was blood.
"Oh my.." I whispered, staring into the red liquid in the sink. There's a lot of blood. What's happening?
My scar on my wrist felt so hot, I didn't mind it and just wiped my mouth to remove the blood left. I was breathing heavily and stared at my reflection in the mirror, I look like hell. My eyes are red and my skin looks so pale. I opened the faucet washing out the blood that I puked, cleaning it.
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You must go back..
See what you've done..
Whispers are starting to invade my mind again. I closed my eyes removing it. When will that voices would stop? I want to be in peace again, I don't want to be crazy.
I opened the door and walked out of the bathroom. I still hear the mass in the gym, I decided to go to the locker's area to gather my things. Maybe going home would be a good idea, going into the woods is a better idea. When I reached the locker's area, I stopped when I spotted him. He was reading a book entitled Pride and Prejudice. He was sitting on the floor with his back against the locker. I really felt attracted to guys who reads books.
"Hey.." I said, bringing my hand up to wave at him. His eyes look up to me and put down his novel. A smile appeared on his face.
"Hey.." Chase responded, "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here? Why aren't you in the gym to mourn with them?" I asked sitting beside him on the floor. I pulled down my red dress to cover my thighs so I could sit Indian-style.
"I personally don't know the girl. I prayed for her to rest in peace but I didn't stay that long there. How 'bout you?" He shifted to get a better look at me.
I sigh, "I was uncomfortable. Everyone thinks that it was my fault why she died. I also saw my ex-boyfriend. I don't want to go back, I'm planning to go home." I said, fiddling with the lace of my dress.
"Yeah I heard about that. They are just being judgmental, what's with your ex?"
I chuckled, "I don't know really. He wasn't mad at me or something, I thought he would also blame me because of the rumors. He was apologizing but I didn't forgive him. I'm still mad at him for some reason, but I guess I still love him. I don't know." I closed my eyes and leaned my head on the door of the locker behind me.
"Is he the dude in your drawing pad?"
I hear him say and I opened my eyes looking at his gray ones. I nodded, remembering the day he was checking my drawings. There's a part of me that everything is okay when I talk to him. Like voices in my mind stops when he's there. I don't really know, maybe I'm just assuming things. But it feels okay and I feel safe when Chase is here.
