Mutilate

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    She felt someone shaking her shoulder lightly. And the faint and quiet voice of Damian, "Rise and shine baby, get up." She groaned and turned over to face away from him. He lightly kissed her lips, "Beloved, wake up." The empath reluctantly sat up in bed. Stretching and yawing she asked, "What's so important that you had to wake me up so early?" He chuckled and pointed out her window. She turned her head to see small, white, snowflakes twirling towards the ground. She smiled knowing the winter season was upon them. Her eyes moved to the clock, "6:38" it read. "Is anyone else up yet?" Damian shook his head. Pulling her close when he felt her shiver slightly.

   Her depression hit her like a rock. All at once her emotions flowed out through tears. Raven's boyfriend pulled her even closer and held her tighter. "Baby don't cry..you'll be okay." She grabbed onto his arms as she broke down. "Please.." she begged him. "Please what my love?" He was curious as to what she was asking him permission to do. Trigons daughter looked over to her desk where she kept a new and clean and sharper blade. "Let me c-cut..I need a release." Her body started to stand up but was stopped by Damian's strong grip. "No." He stated simply and firmly. She cried harder while she used more force against her boyfriends protection. "I want it..please.." she cried to him. "No Rachel. Don't." Her force against him lightened up tremendously. The witch falling back. "I know it's tough, but you need to control yourself."

   Raven walked into the bathroom. A razor sat in the shower. Gripping the small tool she figured a small slice or three wouldn't hurt Damian. The cold steel sat gently on her arm. Pushing down and wiping across she made two parallel lines. Not being pleased with the two cuts she proceeded to repeat these actions more and more. Until her arm was covered with the red liquid. She smiled to herself, satisfied with the work. Raven discarded the razor and fled the crime scene.

       A few tissues were all it took to clean her mess. She threw on her boyfriends jacket and laid down on her bed. Her phone in hand to read chapters of the  latest fanfiction she had found about her and her boyfriend. Speaking of, the boy poked his head around the door frame, "How are you feeling angel?" He referred back to the early morning, which was almost four hours ago. Raven held up a thumb while she continued to read the intriguing story she'd found.

   "I love you beloved." He spoke before he left her to read.