A/N: This whole Fic is in Magenta's POV. This is also a very personal Fic. Italics denote Magenta's thoughts/speaking to the reader.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Rocky Horror Picture Show or any of its characters, Richard O'Brien does.

As I stand here staring at my bloody wrist, I begin to wonder, "why am I doing this to myself? Does slitting my wrist open really let out all of my pain and anger and depressed feelings? I certainly feel like all of the pain has been released. But for how long will this released feeling last?"

I hear someone coming. "Fuck!". I quickly look for something, anything, that I could use to wrap my wrist. I search my room until I find a black ribbon, I finish wrapping it around my wrist right as Columbia walks in.

"Hi Mag!" She says cheerfully.

"Columbia, haven't you heard of knocking before walking into someone's room?"

"Sorry."

"Don't worry about it. Just, just don't forget to knock next time."

"Okay."

"Why are you even in my room?"

"Riff and Frankie are off doing God-knows-what in the lab and I got lonely"

"What about Eddie? What's he doing" A look of sadness has appeared upon her face.

"He won't text me back, he hasn't texted me back in like 3 days."

"That's odd. Did you two get into a fight or something."

"No."

"Really? Well then, maybe he lost his phone or something, it seems very likely that he would."

"That's true, he's not very good at keeping track of of his stuff." She lets out a soft sigh. "I just hope nothing happened to him, like him getting into a motorcycle accident or something."

"You shouldn't think like that Columbia, you could jinx him and make it happen."

"How do I unjinx him?" She gasps.

"Simple. Knock on wood."

Columbia quickly scurries to the first thing made of wood she can find and knocks on it wildly.

"Jeese Columbia that's enough." I giggle. "You could undo the unjinxing if you knock too much."

She stops as quickly as she started.

She lets out a small yelp. "Okay, i'll stop!"

"Good girl."

Suddenly she looks worried again. Only this time she is staring at my wrapped wrist.

"Um, Genta, your bleeding."

I quickly look down at me now bloody hand. "Shit!" I rush into my restroom to wash up the bloody mess.

"What happened?" Columbia asks concernly, leaning against the restroom doorway.

"Ah, I um, I, I was reaching into my jewelry drawer and I cut my wrist on an unfastened safety pin, a very large safety pin."

"Ouch, at least you weren't cutting yourself or anything."

"Yeah, wait what made you think that?." I feel my heart drop into my stomach, you know that feeling you get when you are afraid someone discovered your deepest darkest secret

"No need to get all defensive, I was just saying that it's a good thing you're not because then that would be really bad if you did."

"Yeah, it would, wouldn't it?" I say with a slightly nervous giggle.

"Yeah... Well shouldn't you be starting dinner soon? It's almost 4pm and Frank gets really angry if dinner isn't served by 5:30pm."

I feel myself tense up, my resting hand turns into a fist, I bow my head and close my eyes in an attempt to calm myself down a little bit. "Yes, Columbia, I am very aware how much of a brat Frank can be when he doesn't get his way. As soon as I finish cleaning up and dressing my wound I will start dinner."

"You seem tense Gen-"

"Do I! You would be to if you had to wait on that bastard hand and foot every day, only to be repaid by more ungrateful demands!."

"Sorry I didn't mean to-"

I relax a little bit and open my eyes and look over at Columbia. She looks slightly terrified. "No, i'm sorry, I shouldn't have blown up at you like that. You are like my only friend, there isn't any reason for me to be blowing up at you. I, I've just been so on-edge lately because Frank seems to come up with more ridiculous demands everyday ever since he began on that stupid creation."

"Your right. And don't worry, I understand, I forgive you."

She gives me a quick hug before leaving my room.

"See ya at dinner!" She shouts before exiting.

I rest my head in my hands for a moment before wrapping my wrist, this time I will wrap it better so it doesn't start to bleed all over again, hopefully. I then head down to the kitchen to begin on dinner.

A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, it was actually more of an introduction to the story than anything.

What should Magenta make for dinner? She is cooking for 3 people including herself which makes 4, and she has to be finished within and hour and a half. Thank you.

Oh and, how do you all like the format of this story? I like it, it's a little different than what i've done before so i'm kinda new to writing in this format, and I would like to hear what you all think of it.