ok here is chapter two again this is only edited by me so grammar and punctuation horrors are not my fault, my grammar girl is still on hiatus
Chapter two: Of blood, and what is brings
Vlad sighed as he felt under his pillow for the black case that held the savoir that would pull him from his drowning sorrow. Since that faithful day all those year ago when he accidentally cut himself during his grief about his parent's death the blade had become his dark secret. For over six years he used the blade to bring himself out of the dark fathoms of his sorrow. That was until Nelly came in one day to find him bleeding out onto his sheets. For two straight years after that Nelly would threw him at the mercy of twenty different therapists who got nothing out of Vlad but a silence that made them wonder if he was a disturbed sociopath.
As Vlad held the black case hiding a broken disposable razor he stole from Henry's bathroom weeks earlier he remembered the one person that broke through his walls: Henry.
As he stayed at home alone with his thoughts Nelly out working he was pulled from his thoughts by the doorbell. He opened it to find Henry staring him down with a look that Vlad only saw when Henry was beyond mad at someone.
"We need to talk Vlad", Henry had said as he marched in closing the door behind him.
Vlad shook his head. He'd been more or less mute for about a month not even talking to Henry, his best friend.
"For god sakes Vlad", Henry hissed grabbing his right arm forcing up the sleeve showing thousands of tiny white scars from his razor.
"You are going to tell me why you chose to do this", Henry hissed throwing him into the wall his eyes practically spheres of fire.
Vlad shook his head as tears began pricking his eyes.
He wanted to scream at Henry that he didn't choose to cut himself like that. He was forced too. Forced too by all ass holes who made his life a living hell. Forced too by the fact that the only people he had left could never understand what made him cry.
"W-Why do you give a damn", Vlad said his voice weak from disuse.
Henry looked at Vlad with an utter disbelief. How could his friend think that he didn't care about him? How could his friend not think he gave a damn about him mutilating himself?
"Vlad…how could you think I don't give a damn about you freaking cutting yourself?"
"Because no one cares…", Vlad said as he tried getting out of Henry's gasp, but then Henry did something that just demolished his walls in one fail swoop.
Henry hugged him. Vlad was as stiff as a board for a few seconds until he just broke into a heart breaking sob. Henry just rubbed circles in Vlad's back trying to sooth his friend all the while telling Vlad that if no one cared why would he be here finding out what forced him too the blade, and that moment had been enough to keep Vlad from going back. That one moment so long ago when he was held by the person he loved more then life itself, even back then he'd known he felt something more for Henry then mere friendship.
But now…now it wasn't enough…he needed the blade…he needed to feel his blood come out and take away with it all that it entailed.
He sighed as he dug into his upper arm just after locking his bedroom door.
Henry could have probably be mistaken for an Olympic sprinter as he practically broke the sound barrier running to Vlad's house.
As he slipped in using his keys he noticed Nelly wasn't home. He let out a sigh of relief. He didn't want to deal with Vlad when he was like this when Nelly was near bye. She reacted too rashly; even those crackpot therapists knew that.
"Vlad! Open up" he screamed as he pounded on Vlad's bedroom door.
"Henry go away", Henry heard Vlad say his voice faint.
Henry cursed under his breath as he threw his shoulder into the door throwing it open showing Henry a sight he wished he'd never had to see. He saw Vlad lying their on his bed his eyes half closed as blood pooled onto a towel underneath his shoulder.
"Damn it Vlad", Henry cursed as he sprinted across the room wanted too punch his best friend in the face as he threw the razor into the trash can.
Vlad just lay on his bed mute as Henry bandaged him waves of anger emanating from his friend. As Henry put the first aid kit away Vlad decided to break the silence.
"You might as well say what it is you want to say Henry. Other wise you might implode from all that anger you have building up…" Vlad started but was then cut off by Henry's fist.
A disturbing silence filled the room but before Vlad could get to comfortable with the silence Henry exploded.
"How dare you! Do you honestly think that I would let you hurt yourself like that again. There is now way in hell you will ever do anything like that as long as I still live and breath. Don't you realize how much you matter to people! You are to fucking valuable to kill yourself like that!"
"I don't matter to anyone you idiot, who the hell would miss me if I died anyway. Oh wait I already know the answer and it's no one! No one would miss me if I'd cut an artier and bleed out", Vlad said as the tears started to flow.
"No one would miss me", he said as he brought his knees to his chest.
"That's not true…", Henry said his heart breaking for his best friend.
"Then who would?" Vlad hissed his voice cracking.
"I would…", Henry said Vlad barley hearing it making his head snap up.
"What did you just say?" Vlad said as suddenly Henry lurched into a run leaving Vlad there stunned not believing that for once in his life blood had brought something he really wanted: hope.
my apologies dear readers but this fan-fic will be updated at a sickeningly slow pace since i will be starting up a new math class on Tuesday
my humblest apologies if this hinders your enjoyment of this fan-fic blame algebra
