A Change (of fate)

The Confrontation

"Alrighty, thanks for that James. When do you want to record? Does tomorrow sound fine?"
"Yeah, it's not like I've got much on my schedule"
"Haha, yeah, true. Alright, you can go see Carrie, she should be fine now"
Now, I had been in every room in the house, and I knew that Carrie was staying in one of the spare rooms on level two which Chelsea and I weren't occupying. But because a young adults style is as bland as anything, I wasn't able to distinguish between hers and the other spare when I first looked through them all.
Fortunately, this time Carrie had put a sign on her door which read:
      -'Carrots' room. STAY OUT!-
With a heavy sigh I slowly opened the door.
"Who's There?!"
That wasn't an exactly angry shout, but it wasn't a very friendly tone of voice either.
"It's me, James. I've come to apologise"
All I received in return was a quiet, regret filled "oh", which I took as a 'come in'
When I entered the room, nothing had really changed, the room expanded left of the entrence. The black wardrobe on the right wall, with a desk in the back right corner touching it, was still opposite the dark grey bed, all in contrasting harmony with the unchanged mushroom grey colour of the walls. The only real differences was the slightly crooked black picture frames against the back wall that were once straight, and the extra clothes on the floor. The difference was that it was overall messier than usual. And there was also someone in the room this time. Her grey head turned away from me sticking out of the almost white single sheet on her bed. Her brown hair being one of the few coloured things in the room.
"Look, Carrie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"Let me stop you there James, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reacted the way I did" as she said this I walked over to the side of her bed, she had not yet turned her face towards me.
"But Carrie, it wasn't right of me to-" I stopped, she had turned towards me, I could tell by her matted fur streaks that she had been crying.
"James! I know you didn't m-mean to!"
She stuttered, not the typical just been crying stutter, but more of a nervous stutter. But that wasn't important to think about right now. That's what I thought, anyway.
"Carrie! You've been crying! I'm so sorry! I-"
"James, Sh-shut up! I know you didn't mean to! I-I stayed and heard you talk with the," I sat down on the edge of the bed then, which made her stop for a second, it seemed to make her a bit uncomfortable, but I was too busy listening to her speak to realise at the time.
"the others, I know it slipped out, it wasn't intentional. S-so stop blaming yourself!"
"Then why..."
And that's when I saw it, just peaking out of the covers, on the higher end of her left bicep was a small streak of ruby red that was practically shouting "Hey! Look at me!" against her grey fur. "What's that?" I said, pointing at the red mark.
"N-nothing" She didn't do anything to hide it though.
"Tell me"
"You hardly know me! Why should I tell you?"
"Do I need to get your brother?"
"Don't involve him!"
"Then show me"
"Fine."
She seemed rather particular about how she took her arm out of the covers, switching her hands position so she could still hold onto the cover. She never let go. Once she pulled her arm out I saw it. From where I first spotted it all the way to the back of her hands, multiple cuts revealing the red source of life beneath, it had bled a lot, but not a lethal amount.
"What... What did you do?"
She pulled her arm away from me, "What does it matter? You wouldn't care either way!"
Another wave of guilt hit me, only this time it was accompanied by dread as well.
"Show me your other arm."
"No!"
"It's cut as well isn't it?"
"Yes, happy now?"
"Show me"
"I already told you it was cut, why do I need to show you?"
"If you're happy to tell me, why won't you show me?"
At that moment I grabbed her left arm, to stop her resisting, and then I carefully pulled out her other arm. As I was doing so I looked at her and her eyes just opened wide in horror, and for the first time, her ears pricked up standing stiff and tall. But it was too late. I found out everything, too much, and too fast.
She was holding on to the covers for a reason, as soon as her hand let go of the single sheet, because of my weight pulling it down it sprung away revealing her uncovered body. But that wasn't all. Her beautiful figure was defaced with hundreds of cut marks, all over her body, each one leaving a trail of blood. She was no longer a gray rabbit, she was a dark red and gray striped rabbit, for the blood had dried already.
"Oh My Goodness! You Pervert! Look Away!"
And I did, strait away.
"I'm sorry I didn't realise! I'm sorry for Calling you what I did! I didn't mean to cause everything that I did! And I'm sorry for looking at you uncovered like I just did. It was an accident!"
"How stupid can you be?! I'm blaming you for being a perv! That's it! Nothing else is your fault!"
How?
"What do you-"
"Don't Turn Around!"
"Sorry!"
I'm honestly not sure why I did.
"I mean, I have my own reasons for my actions, and you should be less careless of your actions!"
"What?"
"Just get out! Leave!"
I did that, as I was closing the door I took one last look, not to be a pervert, I wouldn't do that, especially considering my relationship with Chelsea, but I was genuinely concerned for Carrie. When I looked back, she was kneeling on her bed, her face in her hands, and her back facing me. The cuts went all around her body, on her back as well, and she was crying, the last thing I remember seeing as I closed that door was her tail. It just struck me then that she had one, she always kept it hidden, it was short, stubby but fluffy, same as a normal rabbit.
Once I closed the door, I just stayed there, eventually leaning against the door crouched on the floor. Even though she didn't want me around, I felt bad leaving her there. So I just sat there, listening to her wailing in pain, emotional and physical. It was horrific, and it was my fault.