Vi's POV
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I was sitting on the bathroom floor holding Kats head in my lap playing with her blond hair. If the light catches her hair right you can see little hints of copper mixed with the dirty blond and brown. Her breathing had evened out a few minutes ago. She is still shaking but not as bad as before. I shouldn't have left her here alone. She has been off since Friday, I don't know what happened to make her snap this bad, and what the hell was she talking about when she said its his fault? Who is he? Whatever right now is not the time to ask those questions I need to clean her up and put some clothes on her before the boys come see her like this. That would just make it worse she didn't want me to see this and really doesn't want them to. Grabbing her shoulders I tip her upright against the wall next to me.
" You done?"
she just nodded and looked down.
"Kiddo its okay. You are okay. This doesn't mean you failed alright? Relapse is part of recovery, fall down seven times stand up eight."
" I know Vi. Its just hard to stand up when parts and pieces of you are all over, when your are broken."
" I know bae. I know but I'm here to help put those pieces back. Now come on, lets get you cleaned up."
Helping her to her feet and turning her around to sit on the toilet lid. Pulling the first aid kit out from under the bathroom sink I get the butterfly stitches, alcohol wipes, gauze and tape out. I kneel in front of her, when I look back up she has tears running down her face agian.
"Whats wrong kiddo?"
"I'm so so sorry Vi, I didn't want to put you through this. I know you don't need this and this makes everything harder for you. I'm just sorry."
"Sweetheart its okay. I'm okay really I can handle this. I will be okay. All I'm worried about right now is helping you. I wouldn't be doing this if I couldn't handle it. Alright?"
"Okay."
Going back to her leg I asses the damage. Four cuts. The first three are okay not deep enough to worry about. The fourth one though is at least a half an inch deep. I open the alcohol wipes and run one across all four. It turns the cloth red with dry blood. Going over the wounds a few more times until the dry blood is gone. The deep one is still bleeding a little bit, I take out the butterfly stitches putting three on that one. After that I place a piece of gauze over the all and wrap her leg it with tape. Smiling up at her sunken face I squeeze her hand. I stand up and help her stand up walking her into the bedroom where I sit her on the bed. Pulling out her black over sized draw string sweatpants that had the word fast pitch down the left leg in lime green lettering and her lime green spandex. After helping her into those I grab her lime green hoodie for her.
"Thank you Vi. I love you so much."
"I Love you too."
While She is putting her sweatshirt in I walk into the bathroom to clean up the mediocre sized pool of blood that was now dry around the edges. Grabbing a red towel out of the closet I run it under the faucet before placing it on the floor to wipe up the still damp blood. Scrubbing a little harder at the dry stuff it all comes off and I throw the towel in with the dirty clothes.
"Soo ice cream and movies? I made the boys get frozen"
"That would be great."
She smiled her fake smile that any other person would believe. I see right through her though.
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Frozen had just started. The boys made us watch both of the Hills Have Eyes movies. Scary movies are great but the people in them are so stupid. Those people should have hopped on that nope train and rode it out of them mountains all the way to safety in fuckthatville. So now we were making the boys watch Frozen. Again. Anna started singing Do you want to build a snow man and I was singing with her.
" Elsa? Do you wanna build a snowman?"
Kat interrupted with.
" no. Fuck off Anna."
"Come on lets go and play. I never see you anymore."
" I know you little creation. I like it that way"
"Come out the door. It's like you've gone away"
"Cause I have"
"We used to be best buddies, and now were not"
"But really we weren't"
"I wish you would tell me whyyyyy!!"
"I just did bitch"
"Do you want to build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman"
"No Anna. Go away."
By now the boys were paying attention to our remix of the song. Laughing their asses off. We kept it going suppressing our laughs.
"Do you want to build a snowman?"
" Damn it Anna how many time do I have to say no?"
"Or ride our bikes around the halls?"
" You can't ride a bike if I break your knees."
"I think some company is overdue"
" I don't"
"I've started talking to the pictures on the walls- Hang in there Joan!"
" Ya schizophrenic freak"
"it gets a little lonely. All these empty rooms, just watching the hours tick by-Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock."
"You can't see hours ya little weirdo"
By now we were laughing to hard to keep going. Kat was laughing for real and we were all dying of laughter. The credits were rolling when I opened my eyes and the boys were crashed on the couch. Me and Kat moved to our bedroom.
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Kats POV
It's like 3 in the morning and I'm still staring up at the ceiling in the dark. I need to do something. The voices are going to win again if I don't get up. Swinging the covers off and pulling myself up and out of bed. I try to make as little noise as possible while collecting the paint brushes and tubes of paint. I open the window that is supposed to be a fire escape and step out onto the small rusty terrace. The metal ladders running down to the street from the terrace remind me of the game chutes and ladders. Me and Vi played that game all the time as kids. Its a good way to pass the time and get your mind off the fact that your starving because you can't get food until next Monday when school starts again. I set up the easel and set my canvas on it. The view of the city up here at night is amazing. You can see the houses scattering the mountain side. Tiny beacons of light in a sea of darkness that looms over the city at night. At the base of the mountains you can see I-25. The way in and out of this shitty town. The river of lights that never ceases to flow. Next to the interstate is all the houses. You can see where the ghetto stops and turns into nice houses. The light just seems brighter, less dirty I guess. I started to paint what I was seeing. My brush strokes were hard and fast making paint fly off onto my clothing and to metal grating below me. Eventually they became more calm and rhythmic. I lost myself in the painting and the sounds of the city night. I didn't notice that Vi and the boys were up and moving around in the apartment until Vi climbed out onto the balcony with me.
"How you doing?"
" I don't know."
"How long have you been out here? From the looks of your painting along time. The sky is light now and yours has stars and is black."
"I don't know. A couple hours maybe more. I couldn't sleep."
"Alright. Well were all going to skip school and go fly. You are coming even if you don't want to so go get dressed."
Taking the canvas and the paint supplies back in with me. Placing the newly painted canvas to the collection of painting we have lying around. Our apartment looks more like an art studio than an apartment. Unused canvases mixed with the painted ones. Paint brushes and paint tubes everywhere. Art is how we get away how me and Vi are able to de stress and relax, loose ourselfs.
