P.O.V.: Melody
I walked into my house a few hours after the incident I had with Raiden.
My shoes padded on the tile floors, the noises echoing throughout the house.
My house was not a home. It was a manor with cold, chilling tile floors everywhere. It had huge, open windows, showing the empty halls and rooms to everyone who passed it.
I lived here practically alone.
My parents were always gone on business trips. It's been so long since I've spoken to them that I have forgotten what they do for a living. I can't remember if it's my father or my mother that has a dimple on the left cheek.
The walls of my house were bare, except for the occasional expensive painting purchased at a museum of some sort. There were no family portraits. It was sort of impossible to take family portraits when two-thirds of the family was gone.
Yawning, I dropped my schoolbag on my bed and sat next to it. My room was the only homey place in the entire manor. There was almost literally no wall-space. The walls were covered with pictures. Mostly of me and Raiden. But there were some of his sister Koto, and some of my other friend, Kylie.
Koto was one of the most gorgeous eleven-year-olds you could ever meet. She had long, shining black hair that tumbled down to her shoulder blades. Her eyes, unlike Raiden's, were a piercing, bright emerald green. Her smile was soft and sweet. She was perfect, not including the fact that she had the brain of an encyclopedia.
Kylie was also beautiful. She just like to hide behind a bad-ass attitude so she didn't appear to be as fragile as she actually was. Kylie's hair was a honey-brown that caressed the middle of her back. Her eyes were dark brown. And although she did not know Raiden personally (she went to a private school a few miles away), she was the only person who knew that I was completely and utterly head over heels in love with him.
I stood slowly, and walked over to the wall that hung some of my favorite pictures of Raiden and me. Kototook most of them; she was planning to be a photographer one day.
One was him hugging me as we stood on the balcony of his bedroom. Another was on his birthday. I was sitting on his lap and he dipped his finger into the frosting. He brought it up, I thought to taste it, but instead he placed the dollop on my nose.
I smiled slightly, remembering how after, I smashed the entire cake into his face. Then we grabbed hand fulls of it and threw them at each other. My hair, according to Raiden, smelled like cake for the next four days, no matter how many times I took a shower.
Raiden...
The more I thought about him, the more the ache in my chest blossomed. It was incredibly awkward at his house until Koto showed up from school. And even then, we exchanged only short comments and replies.
It broke my heart that he hated me now.
But then again, maybe he didn't. He did still give me a hug before I got out the car when he dropped me off.
All I know is that the pain in my chest was spreading. To my fingers; to my toes; to my brain. Spreading. Everywhere. It hurt... It hurt...
The pain... too much pain... I looked around frantically.
My eyes first fell upon my phone.
I could call him. I knew Raiden. Even if we got in a fight so violent that I threw a vase at him (that's actually happen before, too), he would break every speed limit in this town trying to get to me if I felt like hurting myself.
But I couldn't find the courage.
Maybe today was the straw that broke the camels back.
Maybe he didn't love me, friend or sister, anymore.
Maybe...
I shut out the thoughts and stalked over to my desk. I grabbed a shiny object on it, studying it carefully.
Then I placed it against my skin and dragged the razor against my wrist.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*Author's Note*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
I love Mellie... don't get me wrong... you just needed to see her helpless and hopeless...
