Mirrors//m.c

five.

There was silence through out the house when Michael got home, sitting on the floor. His back on the dark grey rug in his room, looking at the ceiling above him, thinking. Because, simply, the boy knew he had no power with that poor girl. And no matter how much might he would put into helping her and attempting to get her to open up, she wouldn't. 

And as for Ariella, well she currently was in her room, Attempting the unthinkable.

Carter had done a very stupid act and decided maybe he can go alone to the food store for a bit, and quickly come back to the house, were nothing would be harmed and Ariella would be safe.

Little did he know.

"I've thought about this." Mumbled Ariella, to herself as she pressed the cold knife against her pale skin, not even wincing. She was always ready to do this.

"I've thought about it for a while." She said, a small smirk forming on her lips.

"And I guess maybe in the after life I can be beautiful amongst the angels, huh? Or maybe fire can be my beauty in hell." She said to herself.

No one was there to stop her.

She was alone.

And perfectly knew what she was doing.

Well, at least in her twisted mind.

But as the girl was just about to press the knife deep into her skin, a small thought came across, and she dropped the knife, her hands shaking as she stared down at her hands.

She thought about Michael.

She thought about the boy who she didn't know and didn't know her, but wanted to know her so bad for some reason. She thought about when he called her beautiful and she mistook it for some lie because she never thought she could ever be beautiful in anyone's eyes.

She thought she was a mistake.

That was, until she remembered the boy with the odd colored hair, and his sweat smile and his kind words.

"No." She said to her self as she fell to her knees, and started to cry a little.

"I don't like him. He lies. He lies. He's a liar. Liar. Lies. I hate liars." She said, curling herself in a small ball, her knees touching her forehead as she sobbed.

It was funny, because at that time, both Ariella and Michael thought about each other. She thought about how he might be okay, and battling with herself is he was lying or if he actually though that way, and he thought about if she was safe.

The both of them layed on their floors,

The both of them were thinking,

And the both of them were trying their best to keep their tears in.

But,

The both of them failed.
***

"Ari..." Said Carter, holding a few plastic bags and slowly walking through the quiet house.

It's never this quiet. There is always either the sound of her crying or her talking to herself. Or the muffled sound of music from the living room.

But today, there was nothing but the sound of his footsteps.

"Ari." He said as he dropped the bags onto the kitchen table and started heading to his room.

"Please don't tell me...." He said as he walked in, looking down at the floor.

She was just lying there,

motionless.