Map of Your Head

Chapter 4: Blood

(This is a really short chapter but oh well)

Dom's POV

I glance to the clock at the foot of my bed to see it's almost 3 am. I haven't gotten a decent nights sleep since I arrived here. And I've been craving pain.

I slip out of bed as quietly as possible and make my way to the bathroom, closing the door before turning the light on. I kneel next to the sink and remove the razor blade I had taped underneath it. I place it to my forearm and just stare at it for a few minutes. My old cuts had just finished healing over. It'll be relieving to have new ones there. I press down on my skin and drag the blade across. I wince slightly but I keep going over and over again; not wanting to stop. The first few drops of blood start to form and slide down my arm. I'm so immersed into what I'm doing so it surprises me to feel someone wrap their arms around my waist. I drop the blade and it clatters to the floor along with a few drops of blood.

"Why did you stop me?" I mutter, unwanted tears forming in my eyes. Matt shifts so he's sitting in front of me. He reaches out and places a hand over my heart, smiling to me even though his electric blue eyes are filled with sorrow. "I don't get what you're trying to tell me."

Matt holds up one finger then rushes out of the bathroom, only to return a moment later with his notebook and a pencil in hand. He sits down next to me and writes a short note.

I care about you

"I don't see why you would," I mumble, barely audible. Matt stands up and grabs a few tissues off the counter and dampens them in the sink before kneeling in front of me again. He grabs my arm and pulls my wrist closer, examining it before starting to wipe some of the blood away. It stings and I breathe in sharply through my teeth. Matt finishes cleaning up my arm and wipes up the few drops of blood from the white tile floor. He disposes of the tissues and picks up my razor blade, just holding it in his palm for a moment. I take it from him and throw it in the trash. Matt looks to me and furrows his brow.

"Don't worry," I sigh, standing up. "It's staying there." Matt stands up and just looks at me for a moment before wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in the crook of my neck. He pulls away before I even have the chance to hug him back. He smiles shyly and grabs my hand, leading me out of the bathroom.

I sit down on my bed and Matt places a soft kiss on my forehead before lying down in his own and quickly falling asleep.