Cold Blooded

23. 😿

It's been about a year since I've seen any of the boys, especially Mateo.

Sometimes I could feel his presence. If I were in the kitchen, the lights would sometimes flicker, or maybe a mug would fall from the counter onto the floor, shattering in a million pieces...like my heart.

Or maybe his.

Hmph.

I'm currently doing online school, and will be also graduating online. I haven't seen Kandace in a while either, and when I text her, she mostly doesn't answer. If she does, she would do small talk, and take forever to answer.

But it's because of what happened to me last year. She thinks I'm crazy.

Everyone now does.

My mother put me in a program that helps people facing depression, suicidal thoughts, metal illnesses, and short term memory disorders. I tend to cut myself, but I only do it when bored, and which is all of the time since my mother wouldn't let me leave the house as much anymore.

My wound on my leg took many surgeries to get every little speck of class out from my thigh, including with me not being able to walk for months. It leaves a large long scar, with me having to get 21 stitches.

My mother sighed heavily, and poured rubbing alcohol on my slit marks on my wrist. I winced in pain, and he held my wrist tightly to prevent me from snatching my wrist away from her grasp, even tho it I tried my best to do so.

I bit my bottom lip. "Mom!"

"Stop cutting yourself!" She yelled. "What is happening, that you need to hurt yourself like this?!" She yelled.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I sat down on the island chair. "Nothing." I sniff.

She applied several large bandaids on my wrists, arms, and legs.

I walked away, and stomped upstairs, into my room. I slammed the door shut, and lay on my bed. I cried silently into my pillow.

"Mariyah."

I hear him whisper.

I look around, and didn't see him anywhere in sight.

"Leave me alone." I spat. "Before I get the cross or something, and sprinkle holy water in the house."

"Why are you crying?"

I hear him whisper again, rather concerned. The room filled with chilly air, causing for the little bumps to rise all over my skin.

I opened my eyes, to see him laying next to me. He had an upside down cross traced on his forehead. It seemed like he's done it with a blade, in his own flesh.

"Why are you doing that?" He asked calmly.

His voice was so soothing. It made me seem to calm down. "I-I'm not happy."

"I know." He started. "I'm not either."

"Why a-are you here?"

He looked into my eyes. "Why not?"

"I hurt you" I paused, before looking into his eyes as well. "Right?"

"And I hurt you too." He said softly. "I wanna give you something."

He pulled out a necklace, with a nice sized heart shaped ruby in the middle. Metal vines made various designs and symbols on the ruby, and it shined beautifully even though the sun, or light wasn't reflecting on it.

"I'm sorry." He started. "Lavender is doing shit to me. That's why I'm doing all that other shit. She's controlling me. Riyah, I would never tell you that I hate you." He stated sternly. "Because I love you."

I sniffed, as I felt sudden tears fall down my cheeks. I sat up, trying to find the right words to say, along with processing everything.

"She's a witch. I'm sure you know that." He added on, before moving my hairs way from the back of my neck. He out the necklace on me, as I stared down at the beautiful heart shaped treasure.

He sat up. "You turn 18 this year." He said bluntly. "You gone be a 'year' older than me." He put up air quotes.

I wiped my tears. "I guess," I choked out.

I gotten up from my bed, deciding to comb out my hair to relieve me from some of my stress. I heard him get up, and slowly walk towards me. I stared at myself in the mirror over the dresser, as I sprayed some water into it.

I felt Mateo's cold hands meet with my back, causing for me to sigh heavily. His hand went up my shirt, slowly. I was too nervous to touch him, rather move his hand.

His hand traveled to my bra, until he then unhooked it. He pulled me close, and looked deep in my eyes through the mirror, his eyes a bold shining silver.