Sisters before misters... Or so I thought (On hold)

Chapter 20: I hate scissors

Chapter 20: I hate scissors

So I thought about the talk I had with Cameron last night and I want to confront Felix about it but, that would be going against Cameron's wishes. Oh god what is wrong with me? I can't do that.

I walk in the house and run straight up to my room ignoring the sorrow filled faces of both Sam and Felix. Cameron approaches them shaking his head as if in code, it reminds me of the relationship I had with my sister.

I continue walking up the staircase to the guest room, I close the door and take a deep breath sliding down it until I hit the ground.

Life, it's only a four letter word, yet it can break us, make us feel hell and sometimes in those rare, beautiful moments, bring us happiness. Why am I thinking like this? I mean I am no Susie Sunshine but I am, or was, happy at one point.

A knuckle knocks softly on my door, separating me from my deep thought. I sigh and lock the door quickly, before the person on the other end can get in. I start to feel like someone, something else, is taking over my body. I feel as though I have no control of what I'm doing. I run to the bathroom and look for something, anything sharp as the door keeps rattling and trying to be unlocked. I keep rummaging through all of my things, disappointed because I found nothing. I run back into the main part of the guest bedroom, I can't do this anymore, I can't deal with this, I'm giving up. I scrape the scissors off my desk opening them wide and swiping it straight across my wrist. Just as the blood drains from my body and onto the shagged carpet, the door lock breaks, and of all people, my sister screams my name in horror.

"No! I knew this was going to happen, why? Why didn't you tell me?" Layla screams at me in hysterics, while someone else's hand was comforting her.

I start to feel dizzy and lose to ability to stay awake, but I can't keep my eyes off the comforting hand on my sisters shoulder, "not again, dear god not again," the words just make their way off my lips before my mind and sight reaches the very familiar blackness, it almost felt comforting itself.

-- --CokeandMentosandCokeandMentosandCokeandMentosandCokeandMentosandCokeandMentosandCokeandMentos--

Sam's P.O.V

I crane my neck trying to get a glimpse of Thalia but I can't. I'm really worried about her but I can't approach her now I need to let her know how much of an ass I've been. Cameron walked outside with her a while ago and I'm still feeling very possessive of her.

I bow my head in shame thinking of all the problems and pain I've caused her, maybe I should just let her go. Yeah right, I can't go a fricking day without thinking about her and all her cute little quirks. I hear the sliding of the outside door open, there she is, beautiful as always, yet pissed and sad?

Cameron comes up to us and we both give him 'does-she-still-hate-us?' looks and he shrugs. As soon as Thalia leaves my vision the doorbell rings and Felix goes up to the door, answering it. I suddenly hear a female voice that sounds a lot like Thalia's. I walk to front door out of curiousity, soon regretting it.

"It's not what you think Sam!" She yells

"Then what is it about? Wait aren't you meant to be in Australia?" What the hell is Layla doing here?

" Look, I did some research and I have been in touch with Felix the whole time. He was like my spy, because I couldn't be here, of course" she explains, only leaving me with more questions.

"I still don't understand what you're saying Layla, come in." She sits down in the living room but not so comfortably and stares at the three of us boys, fiddling with the signet ring on her finger.