Wilted Petals

🌹°~Chapter 3~°🌹

After my mental breakdown in the shower I had decided to put on a hoodie and pair of shorts and began to read a book. It wasn't the best genre, but it helped distract from my painful wounds the lied dormate beneath the bandages on my neck.

I had decided to wrap my neck in some cheap bandages I found in my medicine cabinet, but the blood had definitely began to seep through the thin cloth to my dismay.

I had finally gotten to an interesting part in my book before a knock was heard as it echoed through my lifeless apartment. I had figured it to be Erza again since she's been coming by every few hours to check on me. She had thought that I was shut-shut from people due to my heartbreak (which wasn't completely wrong), but in reality I've isolated myself because I have fucking death-petals choking me every 5 minutes.

I had initially planned on ignoring the knocking before it turned into a rhythmic beat against my front door. I listened again as the same rhythm repeated itself and I knew it wasn't Erza.

You ever had a friend who you had a secret handshake with? Or a song or inside joke only you two would understand? Well I had a secret knock with another girl from the guild that we'd use on one another's door to alert them of our presence. And that's was what was happening. I knew exactly who was at my door, and I most definitely didn't want her to see me like this.

I push myself off the couch and place my book on my coffee table before hastily shuffling towards my bedroom. My eyes quickly dart across the room to find something that could help me in this dire situation. My eyes finally land on a (f/c) colored scarf hanging from my closet door. I knew that the scarf would surely raise questions later on, but right now I was eager to hide the bandages.

I hastily pace towards the object before wrapping it around my bandaged neck, wincing at its sudden contact. I check my vanity's mirror and still see that still look like a walking corpse. I slowly begin to trudge to the living room and realize that the knocking had stopped, yet there were still feet shadowing below the crack in the door.

I reach for the doorknob then freeze mere inches away from it. 'How will she react? What if I scare her? What if she wants to leave me? What if she doesn't want go be my friend anymore!?' These kind of thoughts had surfaced in my head and began pooling in my thoughts.
'It'll be ok (Y/n). Ok?' I question myself before shaking away the negative thoughts and grabbing the door handle to where I slowly began turning it.

I open the door a little and the light from the hallway began pouring into my cumbersome dorm. I didn't realize that my chain lock was on the door, so it halted in its place only an inch or so allowing me to peep into the hallway. There I noticed a small figure with azure colored pigtails and a matching navy dress walking down the hallway. She must've heard my door open because her head snapped in its direction only to lock eyes with my lifeless (e/c). She gasped before jogging back to my door and bombarding me with questions.

"Oh my gosh! (Y/n)~Chan! Are you okay!?" Wendy exclaimed. "Erza told me what happened and I've finally had the time to come visit you! How've you been holding up?" She asks in an obvious worried tone. I open my mouth to speak but I'm immediately cut off but a flying ball of fluffy peeking into the door's opening. "Why is it so dark in there. I want you to open this door right now." Carla demands. Her comment immediately takes me by surprise and has me knitting my eyebrows together. 'Who the hell does this rat think she is?' I was about to repeat the phrase to her until Wendy pulls her away from the door. "Please. Be nice, Carla. She's hurting right now." Wendy says in an attempt to calm the irritated feline. 'What's got her tail in a knot?' I think as I watch her take a deep breathe. "So (Y/n)~Chan, may we come in?" Wendy asks in an almost pleading tone. I huff a shaky sigh before closing the door and removing the chain from it's capsule and slow cracking the door open.