The New Chapter: Love Wins

Chapter 10: My cuts HAVE healed!

I storm back to the dorm, infuriated. I yank the door open and immediately head to the bathroom without even bothering to say anything to Denn.

I slam the bathroom door shut and desperately pull the second drawer under the sink open. I see cotton swabs, band aids, floss, and deodorant but I'm not looking for any of those things. I frantically start emptying the drawer but nothing. I let out an exasperated moan before emptying the containments of the first drawer out onto the floor. Once again, it's not there.

Where is it?! My inner dialogue screams. I definitely put it in there! That's when it hits me. Denn..

I storm out of the bathroom and confront her. "Where'd you put my razor?" I ask, trying to maintain my composure.

"I got rid of it." Denn says while looking at me in an almost disappointed sort of way.

"You did what!?" I scream. "That's my property! You had no right to-"

"I know that you weren't using it to shave," she interrupts.

I glare at her. "What I do with MY stuff is none of your business."

She nods slowly and starts to head to the bathroom. I was thinking that she's going to hand me back what is rightfully mine, so I followed her. She kneels down and opens the second drawer under the sink. She grabs something and stands back up. I stare at the item.

"Why do you have band aids?" I ask. "I wanted my razor not a stupid-"

She interrupts me. "Let me see your wrist." She reaches her hand out gently with her palm face up as a gesture for me to put my arm there.

"What? No. Why would I do that?"

"Just...please?"

I glare at her and mumble, "Fine." I hold out my wrist and she examines the scars on them. She looks up at me with sadness in her eyes before taking one band aid out of the box. She slowly takes the wrapper off of the band aid as I observe her. "Why are you getting a band aid?" I ask. "I'm not hurt."

She smiles at me and puts the band aid over one of my scars while saying, "You put a band aid over a cut in order to stop the bleeding. Whenever the cut finally heals, you take the band aid off."

I roll my eyes. "My cuts HAVE healed."

She looks up at me. "No. They haven't." I look away from her. What's up with this chick? She lets go of my arm and walks back into the main room leaving me to stare at the band aid on my arm.