Buttercups POV

I felt the cold steel of the razor on my wrist. By now I would have already drawn blood... But I'm starting to question myself... What's the point? I studied the scars that where already etched into my skin, some so deep they would take years to fully heal.

Why?

Why had I even started cutting myself in the first place? Because I'm the most violent of the three super hero sisters? Maybe I just liked the feeling of pain. Maybe that's why I always rush into battle, to get hurt. That must be it...

I looked up into my mirror, staring into grass green eyes. They weren't mine. I don't know this girl I'm staring at... She's me, but I'm not her...

Why am I even here? An accident... If Dad hadn't accidentaly added Chemical X...

I wouldn't be here. It would be some perfect little girl... I'm a mistake...

Blossom and Bubbles weren't like me... They where the sugar, the spice, and the everything nice.

Me?

I'm the fucked up one, who cuts herself just for the feeling of pain. What's wrong with me...

I'm Buttercup, that's what's wrong with me. Just being me, has screwed it all over. I'm violent and crazy.

I need to get laid.

Buttercup, age 19, and still a virgin. Blossom and Bubbles weren't, I knew that for a fact. I was home when Blossom lost hers. MAN did she ever scream. Bubbles just outright told me, that weirdo.

Why am I still holding this razor?

I put it back in my drawer, and laid down on the pink, blue, and green bedsheet. Why did we all still sleep together? We're 19 for Gods sake.

I could really use some happy time.

I reached down into my skirt, and past my underwear. This is a sorry act I have memorized from doing it so many times. 'GOD I need a man.' I thought as my fingers began the motion they had done so many times before...

Bubbles POV

I was gonna go get some new make-up on, for my date tonight, but I shouldn't walk in on Buttercup... I can hear her moaning, probably playing with herself again.

I need to find her a good lay.

I noticed her and Mitch seemed to like each other. They both flirt in their own way, even if they dont relize it.

He wants inside her, she wants him inside her. I can tell.

What time is my date again? I look down at my Kitty Kat watch. Only three fourty-two right now. It's at five. Maybe I should go talk to Mitch about this whole thing...

OR I could go buy some new undies. Those cute pink ones with the black spots, and the little poket to store a condom.

Yeah, that sounds like more fun. Mitch can wait.

I dash out the door, leaving a trail of blue light in my wake.

Only the first few chapters are gonna be THIS sexual. It'll get more action to it, I promise. ^_^