A Sorrowful Reflection

Secrets

Your going to hate me :(

Wynterrs POV

I woke up with Sorrow in my arms breathing softly. He was so adorable when he slept. His lips were slighly pertched and his eyes were twitching a little bit.  I wonder what he was dreaming about.

But then he started breathing faster and moving. I got a little worried and kissed his forehead. It didnt help. He said something that came out as a muffled cry and the second time he tried, it came out as a scream.

"Stop! Please!" He cried.

I shook him trying to wake him up and finally he woke up in a cold sweat. His breathing was fast and the look in his eyes was complete fear.

"Baby. Whats wrong? Tell me what happened."  He just looked at me. "Please baby." He hugged me tight and started letting it all out. I held him even tighter, rubbing his back. I wanted to protect him from everything.

"It wouldnt stop. I told it to stop. But it just wouldnt."

"Who baby? What did they do to you?"

"I dont know. They were cutting my arms."

I wiped his tears away and looked him right in the eyes. Something was definitly wrong. But it wasnt just fear, now it was guilt. No. He couldnt.

"Baby tell me you didnt." He looked down. "No. Baby. You cant do that. You will get hurt." I didnt think he really did that.

Sorrows POV

Fuck. He knows. They told him but I thought he didnt believe them.

"Baby. No. You cant do that. You will get hurt!" He raised his vioce.  I put my head down hiding my tears. Sobbing I puy my head in my hands.

"No no no no baby. Please dont cry. I didnt mean to yell." He put his arms around me, stroking my hair. "Shhhh. Its okay honey. Please forgive me."

I looked up as my sobbing slowed. Seeing a tear fall down his cheek. You hurt him you monster. All you do is hurt people. Why are you alive if you hurt everyone you meet?

"Im sorry." I mumbled.

"No. Dont be sorry. But I can help you. You can be strong and fight this. I know you will."

He looked at me in the eyes. He is serious. I nodded okay and he smiled giving me a soft peck on the lips. He gently grabbed my arms and looked at them. Scars covered them. Ugly ones. A memory lingering on each cut. I waited for a look of disgust to form on his face, but it never came. What did come was a kiss on each scar. As if he was stitching my wounds. I was shocked. He came back up, my eyes following and he smiled once again. He leaned down and kissed my lips, sending shivers up my spine. Then he pulled away. Leaving me wanting more.

But something was wrong. My fangs popped out and I started feeling dizzy. I blinked a couple times and it didnt work.

"Baby whats wrong?" His voice came out muffled and everything was blurry. "Sorrow!" He yelled.

But it was too late. I blacked out in his arms. A worried, shocked, fearful face of Wynter was now embeded into my mind.

Goodbye world, I thought. Goodbye.