Blue POV
So far, I've figured out three things about the new kid.
1: She doesn't like being touched. She'll flinch or whimper if I so much as take a step towards her.
2: Her eyes look broken. They're a dull jade color, and they look dead and hollow, which frightens me greatly.
And 3: She's still hiding something. Something the doctors and her parents don't know about. I intend to find out what it is.
"Blue come get your… medicine," the doctor frowns, looking at me in disgust. Oh… forgot he was here. Guess I was too wrapped up in getting Yellow to calm down. Wonder what got her so worked up anyways.
I quickly get up, anticipation and adrenaline running on overdrive. I snag the needle off the tray, not even bothering to prepare myself and just sliding it into the base of my wrist. I feel myself start to smile as the heroin rushes into my blood, my head already spinning and movements slowing.
God I love this stuff…
I look back over at him, he sneers, looking at my wrists. I giggle at his ignorance and give it back to him, wiping my eyes and leaning against the wall. He walks over to Yellow, who ever so slightly inches away from him, once again confirming my haphephobia theory.
"Would you come with me for a moment?" Shit. Kid's getting stuck in the quiet room already.
Well almost everyone goes there on their first day, but still...
When I look up again, he's got her drug half way out the door, and she's still shaking. Poor kid, hope she's not in there for long, she needs to eat something.
"Honestly, I'm surprised I even got her to eat yesterday," I murmur to myself, falling onto my bed with a muffled thump. I was a little harsh on her yesterday, but people like her really piss me off.
Sure, she's well versed in being hungry, but has she experienced being hungry, and knowing that there isn't any food.
Uggh my head feels all fuzzy…
"Blue? You in there?" someone knocks on the door, and despite feeling like I'm swimming through molasses, I get up to answer. "Well, you look like shit." I'm met with the smirking face of my childhood friend.
"Gee thanks Green, that makes me feel so much better."
"Hey, just making sure you're alright!" he shrugs, pushing his way past me and flopping onto Yellow's bed. "So how's the new munchkin, giving you any trouble?"
"What am I, a therapist? No she's not giving me trouble; she's only giving herself trouble," I growl at him, hoping he'll leave me to my sluggish thoughts.
"Why, what's she here for?"
"Anorexia, apparently," I sigh, lying down on my bed and pulling the blankets up over my legs, shivering. We're both silent for a few minutes, my heavy breath being the only sound in the room. Eventually he gets up and leaves, not saying a word, probably in one of his moods again. I flip over, looking at the clock on the wall. 11:58
When did three hours pass..?
Shit, Yellow's been gone for three hours. How shaken up was she!?
I quickly get up, a little too fast but I really don't care, and race to the door, determined to go check on Yellow.
I open the door and she's standing right in front of me, her eyes bloodshot and the area around them rubbed raw.
"Yellow?" I ask quietly, going by instinct. "Are you alright?" I raise an eyebrow at her lack of tension; she'd usually be flinching by now. A sudden thought crosses my mind and it takes every ounce of self control not to start shouting. "They didn't hurt you did they?" I ask frantically, taking another step towards her. She just continues to look up at me, her broken eyes locking onto mine. "Yellow? Can you hear me?"
The next thing I know, she's gone completely limp and collapsing.
"Yellow!" I reach out as quickly as I can, taking both of her arms and gently helping her into a sort of standing position, her leaning onto me while I hold both of her arms.
Well… this is a thing.
Yellow POV
The first I thing I notice when I wake up is that I'm nuzzled against something soft and green. The second thing I notice is that someone's talking to me, and that their voice sounds really familiar. Who is that again? Oh right, Blue…
"I'm fine," I murmur in response to whatever it was she just said, my head still feeling a little fuzzy. I manage to look up at her, her unclouded icy eyes looking a little worried.
"No, you're not. Food, now," she says firmly, her tone just as harsh as last night. I resist the urge to close my eyes a fall asleep, my head aching and the area around me spinning. "Can you stand on your own?" she asks quietly, loosening her grip on my arms. It's only then I realize I've been face first into her hoodie for the past few minutes; I hadn't even bothered to see if I could stand.
"I, uh, th-think so," I stammer pushing myself up slowly. A flash of black makes me realize I've closed my eyes again, but I honestly can't find the strength open them.
"Obviously not," Blue sighs. I feel myself being lifted up and I manage to blink my eyes open slowly. Blue's carrying me, most likely walking to the cafeteria again.
"I think I can st-stand now," I mumble, looking up at her. She nods, putting me down and I use the wall to steady myself before walking in with her. She leads me to a corner near a table where a couple other people are talking. I involuntarily tense as we near them.
"Krys, this is Yellow," Blue nods in my direction as she begins talking to a girl with light blue pigtails. She looks down at me for minute, probably analyzing me.
"Hmm. You're skinny, what are you here for?" the girl looks me over, no emotion crossing her face. "Anorexia, right?" she mumbles before I can even open my mouth. I nod, confused and a little weirded out. "Do try to like yourself a little more; we wouldn't want your condition to end in death." Blue sighs, and opens her mouth to say something
"Enchante, mademoiselle!" someone takes my arm and tugs me away from Blue and the other girl before she can say anything, spinning me around until I'm facing them. I'm met with a pair of energetic sandy-gold eyes, and an unsettling grin. "Might you grace me with your name?"
"Her name's Yellow," Blue tugs me back over to her, glaring at the boy in front of us. "Why don't you go flirt with Silver or something, Gold." Odd name. "Hold on a sec, I'll get you something to eat," Blue looks back down at me, frowning.
I nod in response, hoping to just walk out when no one's looking. And that's exactly what I do; or at least I try to anyways. Once I get to the doors, I'm blocked by the girl from earlier, who looks down at me questioningly. What was her name? Sapphire?
"Where are you going kiddo? Lunch only just started," she raises her eyebrows. I gulp, feeling my legs buckle from the dizziness.
"I'm ge-getting something from my r-r-room," I mumble, sidestepping past her.
"Alright whatever, just watch out for druggie, she's glarin' daggers at'cha." I look back at Blue, who looks ready to kill me. I give my best attempt at an apologetic smile before sprinting out and heading to my room. Once there I head to my now found suitcase and root around in the side pockets until my hands close around the familiar handle of my only friend. My sailor's knife.
I know I shouldn't have brought it with me, I know the doctors are just gonna take it away when they find it, but I can't imagine not hurting myself. Flipping open the main bade, I run my fingers over the smooth silver surface. I feel myself start to smile as I nick one of my fingers, causing a little bit of blood to spill out.
I want to hurt more…
I flinch and spin around when the door clicks open, making myself dizzy again.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Blue raises her eyebrows, waking toward me. I swing my hands behind my back, flipping the knife closed before I give her a fake smile and duck under her, bolting back out the door. I continue running, hearing Blue following me I try to sprint faster. Eventually, after losing Blue around a couple corners, I ram straight into that girl again, prompting her to spin around.
"Forgot something in your room hunh? Who're you running from?" she smirks, reaching out to block my path.
"Yellow!" I whirl around to see Blue rounding a corner, heading straight toward me.
Crap, what have I gotten myself into this time?
In a last attempt to run I duck under Sapphire's arm as well and continue my sprint to nowhere.
"Need any help druggie?" I hear Sapphire laugh from behind me, most likely addressing Blue.
"Help would be appreciated," Blue sighs and by the sound of it continues running.
My lungs start burning again as I turn yet another corner, Sapphire and Blue trailing behind me, both out of breath.
"Hey kid, you wanna slow down a little?" Sapphire calls up to me, grumbling. How the hell am I managing this even though I couldn't stand a few minutes ago? I turn back around to look where I'm going, only to be met with a face full of door.
"Gold what did you do!?" is the last thing I hear before crumpling to the floor, the unexpected blow leaving me devoid of energy.
Blue POV
Rounding the corner to see Yellow collapsing again and a very guilty looking Gold peeking out from behind the door was not something I expected to see today.
"Gold what did you do!?" Sapphire hisses, stalking up to him.
"I was just leaving to get lunch and I kicked the door open as usual and I guess she was right in front of it I don't know I just ended up hitting her and I didn't know she was there honest!" he spits, a little too quickly for me to understand all of it but whatever.
I walk over to Yellow, looking down at her. Her eyebrows are furrowed like she's in pain and she's shaking again.
Jeez what first day she's had…
I pick her up, holding her close to me as I leave Sapphire and Gold to argue over whether kicking doors open is a good thing or not.
Yellow POV
Droplets of rain fall silently all around me, a thick silver fog surrounding the entire area and making it impossible to see. I feel numb, and weak, but I feel warm at the same time. Is this death? Is this what it feels like to be dead? I like it…
"Your mind is dark, little one," a thunderous voice sounds from out of nowhere, starling me. "It is dark and full of despair and loneliness." The fog rolls over me, burning and nipping at my skin with its sub zero temperature. "It needs solace." A sudden pain in my arms alerts me of every wound I've inflicted upon myself opening and spilling out a thick grayish-black liquid. "Your loneliness has tainted your blood and soul, little one," the voice continues speaking, and my body starts trembling again. "You need someone to help purify it." A flash of blue leads me to blink my eyes open.
I find myself staring up at a blank white space.
"Am I dead?" I sigh without thinking, closing my eyes again.
"No," someone says, taking in a breath.
"Oh…"
I open my eyes again, sitting up, and upon closer inspection I find I'm back in my room; lights off, blankets pulled up to my chest and Blue sitting on the edge of the bed. My head's pounding and my lungs feels like they have a six ton weight on them. My arms are hurting too, each individual scar aching, yearning to be ripped open as viciously as possible.
"How are you feeling?" Blue asks after a few seconds of silence, getting up.
"My h-head hurts, but I'm f-fi-fine." My voice sounds pathetic as always, quiet and shaky, breathless and hollow. I want to hurt. I want to hurt so badly right now. I want to just take my knife and rip my arms apart, to just bleed to death. It takes me a minute to realize the Blue is speaking again, but my thundering migraine is making it impossible to hear what she's saying. I'm also met with the familiar feeling of nausea as the room starts spinning again, warping into something unrecognizable.
"Yellow," She says slowly, grey eyes staring down at me in disgust "are you listening?" Silence hangs heavily in the air as she awaits my answer. "Do I have to hurt you again?" she takes a step closer. "Do I have to punish you again?" No! Please… "You're such a worthless child."
"I'm sorry!" I yelp, pulling my knees up to my chest. "I'm sorry, please don't hurt me!" I mutter my apology over and over and bury my face in my knees, severely hoping She'll leave me alone. I fail to suppress more shivers as Her hand rests on my shoulder.
"It's alright."
Am I talking to myself again?
"Everything is alright."
No, it sounds too gentle to be me.
"You're fine."
I'm engulfed in hazy warmth, my shoulders finally relaxing.
"M'sorry," I murmur into whatever it is my head is resting against, sighing tiredly.
"No need to apologize," the gentle voice says again, beginning to play with my hair. I find myself leaning into the warmth, breathing in the faint scent of smoky marshmallows and for the first time in a long time, I feel something. Something I couldn't bring myself to feel.
I feel safe.
