Words I Never Heard

She Wouldn't Go Away

"Raine?"

I opened the door, listening for the usual sounds of Raine moving around, but heard nothing but running water.

"Raine??" I ran to where I heard the water running and heard something clatter to the floor.

"RAINE, WHERE ARE YOU?!" I was freaking out and followed the sound to the small bathroom in her hallway.

"Raine, open the door, please." I heard crying and the door unclick.

The door opened slightly and she poked her face out, but something was wrong.

I saw a line of Crimson liquid drip down the side of her face and knew something was wrong. "Raine, what did you do?" I tried to open the door but froze when she yelled at me in a cracking voice.

"NO! YOU'LL GET MAD AT ME!" And she began to cry again. I sighed and gently spoke to her. "Raine I swear I won't get mad at you, no matter how bad it is."

She paused and I let the door open and I froze at the sight of her.

She was sitting on the floor, turned away from me. She no longer had an ocean of blonde curls, she had baby blue hair with blotches of pink in it. She was trembling and I heard her muffled sobs.

I knelt down next to her and gently turned her around, but she refused to take her hands off her face. "Raine, I swear to god, I wouldn't ever get mad at you in this state."

"You don't even know what I did..." She sighed and slowly removed her hands and my eyes widened at the sight.

She had a razor in her hand, and cuts across her face, not deep enough to cause anything serious, but would for sure leave scars.

She began to cry again and I gently stared into her face. I ran my fingertips across the cuts. One ran from her temple to her lip, another across her nose and to her cheek. I took the razor and put it on the sink.

She looked away from me and I put both hands on her cheeks and forced her to look at me. She had tears welling up and her face was blotchy and pink, accompanied by the small streams of red.

"Raine, why?"

She choked on a sob before collapsing into my arms, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and sobbing into my shirt. I held her small body close to mine and heard her whimper, "She wouldn't go away. I kept seeing her every time I looked in the mirror."