Playing With Knives- LoZ

scene 25- not okay

He looked out into the field, not paying attention to his surroundings at all. Instead, he was thinking about his journey.

He was thinking about the champions when he was surprised half to death by a voice coming from behind him.
"Hey, Wild?"
"Aah!" "Oh. It's just you. What is it?"
He looked at Wind, who looked quite serious.
"I just cane to tell you that you're not bad, and I don't not like you. All of us like you and enjoy having you around."
"I feel like you're just saying that to make me feel better. I know it's not true."
"Well, even if I was lying to make you feel better, then that would mean that at least I care about you. That's something, at least."
"Yeah, but it's just something. Just one person."
"And Twilight obviously cares about you. He's constantly worrying about you and stuff, to the point where it gets annoying."
"That just shows that you shouldn't be worrying about me. It doesn't help anything."
"Well, at least it means that they care. They want you to be okay. And if you want to talk about something, tell me. I'm good at talking to people. And I listen. Sometimes."
Wild smiled a little, but it was barely noticeable.
"I guess."

Wind silently celebrated, thinking that he had finally gotten to Wild. Maybe he could help. After all, his problems didn't seem that bad. Not at the time. Not in that moment.

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"Twilight! Twilight! I think it worked!"
Twilight looked up to see Wind running towards him, waving his arms around.
"Really?"
He wanted to believe that it did work, but he knew that he had been hurt too much for a simple "people like you" to help significantly.

He listened as Wind told him that Wild was better now, and that he wasn't upset anymore.

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Poor Wind. He didn't know what was coming. Nobody did. Something inevitable, seemingly unpredictable, not preventable. I'm getting ahead of myself. We'll get to that eventually.
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Wind told him what he had said, and how Wild had reacted. Something told Twilight that Wild was putting on an act for Wind, trying to make Wind think he didn't have to worry. Trying to hide the whole picture from him, only showing a small portion of it.

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Wild walked back to camp, thinking about the conversation with Wind. He felt bad for lying.

But it was to keep him safe. Safe from what, he wasn't sure. He was in a state where he would welcome death, but he would also push it away if he had the chance.

He walked into the camp and noticed something that he hadn't before. Actually, he didn't recall it ever being there.

A red flower growing right next to his sleeping bag. It was blood-red. And it gave him an idea. Not a positive one, but an idea. And it involved a knife.

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His plan was that he'd find another knife, and this time he'd keep it well hidden from Twilight. If Twilight saw it, he'd have to tell him. He'd do what he had been doing before, but it would be much harder to find out.

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And that knife would come in handy later. Later when... I'm getting ahead of myself again. No spoilers. Let me just tell you, something serious is coming. Not this chapter, or the next, or the next. Much later. I'll warn you then.
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Luckily, he had brought another knife. He hadn't even thought of it before, he just happened to have it in his bag. But he wouldn't do it now. He'd have to wait.

Wait to draw his own blood.

It helped, he told himself. It was like drugs. It was fun and it felt nice. Made him feel happy for at least a few minutes.

If you could even call it happiness. More like a high.

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He walked far into the field, bringing the knife with him. He sat in a large patch of long grass and took out the knife. And he cut.

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He jogged back to camp, feeling better. Wind smiled at him and said,
"You look happier."
Wild smiled back. He hated this already. It felt so wrong to lie to Wind like this. So, so wrong. And it would only be worse if Wind found out.

He kept his mouth shut- or, rather, his hands down.

What could he say?
Not much.
He was afraid that he'd spill his secrets, and Wind would hate him for lying.

Then it started raining. Great. As if the already cloudy day wasn't dreary enough. First sprinkling, then pouring. Wind ran to the shelter, which Twilight had set up earlier in anticipation of the rain. Wild, however, just stood there in the pouring rain.

"C'mon, Wild! don't just stand there!"
Wind beckoned him over.
He didn't hear. He just heard the loud sound of the rain and the sound of guardians. He felt weak. He felt a pain in his abdomen. A sudden unbearable pain. He was on the ground now. On his knees. On all fours. On his side. Lying flat on the grass. He saw only whiteness and heard a blast, then Zelda calling his name.

Not again.

Not again.

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Not again.

It was happening again.

Again.

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