The only thing I can think about is that I need something to take the edge off. Pain, adrenaline, anything. What can you do after you find out that your best friend betrayed you? It just hurts; so much. A deep rooted stabbing in my chest that won't give up and keeps pushing forward. A knife that never let's go. The one thing in my life that I could rely on turns out to be a fake, a phoney, a good for nothing liar. I trust Arran with all my heart, and he repays me like this? I thought we had both been taken away from our lives, but turns out he's the one who took me, drugged me, tricked me.
I run along the corridor towards where Jules lives. I could really use the stinging thrill of a needle buzzing on my skin right now. I bang on his door and he opens it after a few seconds. He looks as if he's only woken up, bleary-eyed and a messy head.
"Well, well, well. Look who it is," He grumbles. He turns around and walks back into his room. "So what can I do you for?"
"I want another one,"I say breathlessly from running.
"Where?"
"Right here." I tap behind my ear. "A bloom of fire right here."
He looks at me long and hard, eyes on me trying to see through my armour. Trying to see why I'm acting like this. He turns away. Jules takes his time, getting together his gear, as if waiting for me to calm down, to think. This only lets me calcify all the anger, the betrayal, the hurt. Arran lied, to me of all people. The boy I grew up with, my best friend. Now I don't know what we are, stuck between the grey lines of friendship, companionship, and traitor. Jules walks up to me looking me in the eyes to ask if I'm gonna go through. I nod. He sits me down in a chair and positions himself behind me. I feel the cool touch of his hand as he starts drawing the design, working carefully and delicately. His hand touches the nape of my neck, steadying me, as I don't realise I'm shaking. He runs his thumb in a circle in an effort to comfort me but only makes my breathing hitch more. He returns to drawing the fire but again stops.
"Anna, are you sure? I mean it looks awesome, obviously, but -"
"I'm sure,"I turn to face him, looking into his wide eyes.
"Ok," he whispers.
"Ok."
I turn back but he comes in front of me. He crouches down to my eye level and reaches for my hand. He opens my balled up fist and smoothes it out taking the tension with it. Little half moon cuts are left in my palm, weeping blood. I lift my eyes up, his have a questioning look but I just shake my head. I stand and look at him.
"Jules?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you just hold me?"
"Sure."
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The Burning Girl
Action"Where the bloody hell has she gone." I hear someone scream. "Tom!" That must be Jim, I thought. Getting closer to the edge, I can hear a scuffle, someone thrown to the floor and another pinned against the hood of the car. The tension in the air co...
