Sorry it took so long :P been busy and some got deleted. But I hope you like it (:
-Owen (:
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Her P.O.V.
I wake up feeling rested and #2 is gone. My heart drops when I see my boy lying next to me. His eyes are closed and now that he's close I see dark circles under his eyes. His dark redish brown hair all messed up and his lips slightly open. His bandage bled through just a bit. Peaceful is how I would say he looks. I slowly lean in as if to kiss him when his eyes open.
I jump back and blush "I just woke up..." My voice comes out strained and it hurts to talk.
He presses his pointing finger against my lips and makes a shhhing noise at me. I compensate puckering my lips and slightly kissing his finger. I don't understand why I fell for him so fast. Only two nights ago he saved me from the ginger headed boy. He pulls his finger away and his eyes droop again. I slowly climb out of my bed and he gets more comfortable. I limp quickly and quietly to the bathroom so I can shower and get cleaned up. I close the door silently behind me and I lock it. I start the shower and moving gingerly I take off my clothes and jump in. I take a long shower enjoying the steam warming my body. I hear a knock on the door. I jump dropping the soap and I couldn't bend down to pick it up. I shut the water off immeadiately getting cold.
"Hello?" My throat burns.
"Are you okay in there?" My boy must be worried about me.
"I'm fine, why?
"I woke up and you weren't there...." Mumbling he also adds " I got concerned..."
I giggle a little but not without pain. I then say "Well I'm here... Go back to sleep!"
"If you say so..."
I dry off and I slowly get dressed so I can avoid the pain. Redressing my wounds also takes a while. I open the door slowly so it doesn't creak. My boy lays on my bed. He looks so relaxed but restless at the same time. I walk over and stand above him. Should I kiss the boy? I feel so connected to him and I don't understand why this feeling is so instant. Like he's already earned it. Deciding quickly I slowly lean down and kiss his cheek softly. He's so sound asleep he doesn't stir.
I walk around to the other side and take out my sketch book from under the bed. Noone knows about it except for me. I found it cleaning the halls one day. Someone had ripped out some of the pages and by looks of my book they threw it . I carried it back to my room and set it under the bed. I draw what I feel when I can't get to sleep some nights. #2 has no idea that it's there, in fact no one knows that it's there. It sits there day and night along with my favorite book. It holds my most secret thoughts and desires.
On one page, although I never knew why I did it, I drew a two girls. The one on the left looks like she's talking and smiling and has a cloud bubble above her head with happy thoughts in it. The other girl on the right looks sad and her thought bubble holds nothing. She knows of nothing. Her life is nothing. I just start darkening some of the lines when my boy rolls over. My heart drops because this part of me is a secret. I try to hide it quickly but fail. He just fixes the covers in his sleep and gets comfortable, he is still very asleep. If he had opened his eyes I would have been revealed. Not wanting another close call I store it away and look towards him again. I lean in to look at his face. On closer inspection I see the dark circles under his eyes... I wonder why he doesn't sleep more.
I really want to go back to work but I know he won't let me, I then decide that I want to clean up my room. At this time my mind goes into off mode I don't realize what I'm doing until the boy stands behind me with wide brown eyes and a worried look. I see that I've been scrubbing the bathroom counter and some of the color has worn off. It's unnoticable but my hands are bloody from rubbing so hard. He picks me up gently and then moves me over to the toilet. The lid is down and he tells me to sit. I do what I'm told and I hold my hands away from myself so the blood drips onto the floor instead of my clean clothes. Staring at the dropplets on the floor I whisper in my brain as if my boy will hear it, I will clean that up. He turns around and looks to where my eyes are pointed....
"No."
My throat hurts and sounds nothing like normal but somehow I say "You don't think so?"
"I know so."
"Why can't I?" He looks at my open eye and then down to my hands and then back again. "I'm perfectly able!" I didn't notice until this moment that he had wrapped my hands in gauze. The lacey looking material almost like snow white mittens. Only not nearly soft enough. I feel the rough textile rub against the fluff of the bandage. My snowy white gloves are then tinted the next time I look at them. They slowly turn a light shade of pink and I understand I must be bleeding a lot. The light pink reminds me of the pink of the carnation that I recieved at school a year ago. This is an odd dejavu seeing as I never went to school. I was brought up to clean my whole life... Whose memories am I recalling? I suddenly feel upset because I don't know what's happening to me. Just my imagination I guess... I hope to start cleaning without him noticing while he's turned around. As I stand up I realize that my hands are completely covered and I wouldn't be able to hold anything.
"Your eye is open! It wasn't when I turned around!"
" I guess so...." I don't feel joy because I'm not just useless in my legs and arms but now my hands also.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing"
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His P.O.V.
I feel excited that my girl's eye has open but now that it is I can tell by her eyes that she's not happy. Although they are stained red I can see her eyes are beautiful. My stomach flutters and tears spring to my eyes.
What about my Lilia? She told me to move on if something happened to her but, I won't. I refuse to feel anything but pity for this girl. A tear rolls down my cheek and I turn away to hide my pain. I walk out of the bathroom to be alone. I need to let my feelings out. I sniffle as I close the door behind me leaving the girl to her empty room.
It's lunch and I haven't eaten. I've only fed the girl because she starves when she works. She eats once a day maybe even less. My stomach being empty grumbles but I run to my room instead. I lay down on my freshly cleaned bed and sob. I let the tears run as I think of my Lilia. My heart breaks while I lay there, I think of a quote by aristotle. 'Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.' Well half of our soul has disappeared, the other half broken, and my ignorant body is trying to replace all the cracks my heart has made. I split them open again and again hoping to leave scars and an open empty place...
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