dear violet ➳ andy biersack (currently editing)

13

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[ ! trigger warning !
descriptions of self-harm
descriptions of suicide

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chapter
thirteen
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The sound of a door opening jarred me from my thoughts.

I looked up to see Violet, her small frame touched by the flourescent lamplight in the lounge, her white hair appearing almost silvery, running like liquid down her back.

She padded quietly across the hallway, seeming to look for something.

I stood. "Hey, are you looking for something?"

She flinched at the sound of my voice, as if I'd just fired a gun through the ceiling.

I frowned, worry cracking open in my chest. That was very unlike her. What was wrong? She hadn't been crying, had she? Had she heard us? What if she'd heard us?

"Where's the bathroom?" she asked quietly without looking at me.

There was something drained from her voice, leaving her sounding flat and dead, as if she were just talking in her sleep.

Ashley was staring.

I swallowed past the rising lump in my throat. "It's the door just opposite you. Are you okay?"

Violet pulled open the bathroom door, and I noticed that her hands were shaking. Badly.

I stood up.

What had happened?

"I'm fine," she muttered without meeting my stare.

But I crossed the room towards her anyway, meaning to take her by the shoulders and meet her eyes, tell whether or not she was just spinning lies.

"Violet?" I tried. "What's wrong? Did I do something -?"

"No." She pressed the heel of her palm to an eye, bunching a hand in her hair until her knuckles turned white. "You didn't do anything. Okay? It's just me. It's always me." She broke off, drawing a shuddering breath.

And finally, she looked at me.

The look on her face completely robbed me of breath.

Her eyelashes were wet, the emotion scooped out of her hazel eyes and leaving only a hollow, bleeding pain behind.

I knew that look.

I'd seen it before.

"Violet?" My voice came out slightly choked.

She turned away suddenly, slipping inside the bathroom before I could stop her.

"Violet? No, wait- " I dashed up to the door just as the sharp click of a key turning in the lock sounded through the room.

Ashley jumped up from the couch.

I knocked loudly on the door. "Voilet? What happened? Are you safe? You can talk to us, we're- please tell me whether or not you're safe! It's okay, I- !"

Through the wood, I heard the sound of something clattering to the sink.

Something mettalic and light. A knife.