It Only Gets Worse

Chapter Two

×Chapter Two×

Suddenly in the living room of the dorm, I weakly push against Aiden’s chest, wanting to get away and be left alone. With a grimace, he gently puts me on the sofa.

Still sobbing, I jump up and race to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me with a satisfying click. I turn the lock and then quickly make my way to the drawers to ransack their contents, searching for any sharp object I could use to take my frustration out with.

Abruptly, I hear frantic banging on the door. I stop for a moment but remember I locked it. As I turn back to the drawer I am recklessly looking through, Aiden’s voice sternly muffles through the door, “Felicity, stop it right now. Don’t fucking cut.”

Finally, my hand grips a pair of clipping scissors. I jerk them out of the drawer and hold them in my right hand, staring at the glinting sharp edges of them.

“Felicity—“ Aiden begins again.

“Why the hell do you care?” I cry as I slide up my jacket sleeve.

With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I close my eyes and put the scissors to my wrist, quickly drawing them across. Immediately, I feel my anger and self loathing just leave me as the pain on my wrist replaces it. I stare at the deep cut, while my blood seeps out rapidly. Is that a bit of muscle tissue sticking out of my arm? I cut deeper than I ever had before. All of a sudden I fall to the floor, becoming extremely light headed.

I hear the door break down soon after. I become to feel groggy.

“Shit,” Aiden gasps, noisily scrambling around, maybe searching for something.  My head is swimming in blackness as I feel him put a big towel over my blood-soaked arm.

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“Wake up, god-dammit!” I hear suddenly, as I’m jolted awake with ice cold water thrown in my face.

My breath is stolen away from me. I shakily look around the room I’m in. It looks like I’m in the bathroom.

“What happened?” I groggily ask Aiden who is frantically looking down into my face.

“You honestly don’t remember?”

“…Huh?”  

“Are you insane? You slit your wrist! I should fucking take you to the hospital, or something. Shit!”

I gasp. “Are you serious?”

“Look and see for yourself!” he exclaims, sounding like his old pissed off self.

Reluctantly I turn my focus onto the excruciating pain I feel on my left wrist. Covering my arm is a white towel soaked all the way through with my blood.

“I…don’t remember doing that…” I am suddenly becoming queasy. “Is it still…bleeding?”

“Not anymore, thank god.”

I look up into Aiden’s face suddenly and see a hint of relief in his eyes. Unbelievable…he cares about me? He actually gives a shit about a ‘mere human’?

More importantly—my bleeding hasn’t affected him. Some vampire.

I stop myself from chortling. Of course, he has probably had enough of my blood since he just bit me, last night…

I hear footsteps approaching us. Nate walks into the bathroom, at the same time Aiden quickly evaporates into the air.

“Where is he transporting to?” I demand of Nate.