Children of The Dark One: Rumbelle

Cuting the Pain Away

I walked through the house picking up any pictures with me in them. I couldn't stand who I had been. I had to be something different, for Marion!

I threw all the pictures in the trash, frames and all. The glass shattered as it slammed against the bottom of the can.

Then I gathered everything that I had that was hers and threw that away too. I tied the bag off at the top and ripped the bag from the can.

I was only in my dress pants and button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, but I didn't care what people thought. Not now. No one mattered any more. Everyone thought I was a mean, insane man anyway.

I threw the bag over my shoulder and stormed out of the house.

When I got outside Marion had just pulled in the drive way.

I marched over to the edge of the yard, and I flung the trash bag as hard as I could onto the curb.

Marion came running over to me, "What's the matter? Why did you leave the diner so early?"

I didn't answer. I just stood fuming, glaring at the bag, witch was now ripped from all the glass shards.

She looked at the bag, and then back to me. "Why don't we go back inside?" He grabbed my arm and turned me towards the house. Then she place a hand on my back. I flinched at the touch. She pulled her hand back. "You cut your back on that bag! Stupid man! Come on. Let's get you inside."

When we got inside I sat down on the couch. I would have leaned back, but my back was shredded.

Marion's POV

I ran to the kitchen to get a wet rag, so I could clean up the wounds. When I got back he had already got blood on the whit furniture in his living room.

I sat down next to him. He was already leaning forward, so I could work on his back. It didn't take me long to realize the rag wasn't helping on the main cut. It was too deep.

Rumple was still staring strait ahead, ignoring me completely. I leaned forward, so my face was right I front of his, "I need you to use your magic to fix the last one."

He shook his head, "I can't." He was crying. Did it hurt that bad? Surly it did.

"Why?"

"I cursed myself. I tried to.. My body thinks it was self inflicted. I can't use magic on self inflicted wounds." He didn't make eye contact. His expression was hurt.

"I see."