The Band Boy

The Razor Box

Mikey's POV

I was just talking to Gee when Raine flings her phone across the room and storms out. I gave Gerard a look and walked over the the poor piece of plastic buried under a stack of books it knocked over. I fished it out and the entire screen was cracked like a spider web.

I tried to turn it on but as soon as my thumb hit the button, a zap ran through my hand and came back at my shoulder. I yelped and jumped back, dropping the phone again. The screen came out of the frame and dangled from the sensor wires. (This legit happened to my phone)

. I picked it up and it allowed me to read the last message from before she threw the phone. I felt slightly guilty reading her text history but it needed to be done. I just caught the last bit before the damn phone shocked me again and went black.

"Try restarting it?" Gee offered before sneezing over my shoulder.

"Ah! Goddamnit Gerard!" I rubbed the sicky germs off my neck and walked out the door. By the time I got outside, it was pouring at a blinding rate. I hate New Jersey sometimes. A car almost hit me as I cut across the road to Raine's house.

Oh this is bad. This is extremely not very good. 

By the time I actually got to her front door my clothes and hair was absolutely soaked. I didn't bother knocking because I knew she wouldn't bother to lock the door. I kept calling her name but she wouldn't answer. I ran through and climbed up the stairs as fast as I could. 

Too late. 

As soon as I opened the door, I hit a body with it. 

"RAINE!" I yelled at the unconcious body.

I closed the door and dropped down to my knees, crouched over her. I inspected her arm that was lying in a small pool of blood. 

Quick! Find a band-aid! Clean the blood!

I grabbed the towel from her desk and pressed it to her wrist. The white cloth quickly turned red with blood but managed to clean up the mess.

Bandage. I need something to wrap around her wrist to keep it from bleeding. 

I tied the towel to her arm to stall for me whilst I rumaged through her bathroom cabinet. I tossed aside at least three shampoo bottles and some body wash to find the first aid kit. 

I nearly tripped on the bottles on the floor to make it to Raine.  I opened the kit and took out some alcohol wipes and a flattened roll of gauge. 

"This is going to hurt a little." I whispered to her, even if she couldn't hear me. I took her pale hand in mine and pressed the moist wipe against her cold wrist.

It kills me to see the fresh red line running across her hand, but it hurts more realizing that this scar isn't the only one. There were quite a few more on her wrist, all obviously from at least a month past. The new ones were now a dark brown, and the older ones a white-pink. Blood continued to ooze out occasionally, but I managed to stop the flow with the alcohol wipe.

My hands were shaking as I took out the gauge and held up her wrist to wrap the wound. 

As my hands worked on the gauge, I looked down to see the razor she used.  The blade was now red at the tip and had a little bit of rust on the dull parts. My eyes trailed from this to a wooden box at the foot of the bed.

With one hand around Raine's, I picked up this box to get a closer look. There was definetely microscopic  bits of blood smudged on the inside. Next to where I picked up the box was three other razor blades and the broken plastic of a razorhead. The pieces were slowly coming together.