A click of Blake's lighter was all the sound in the room. She brought it up to the cigarette in her mouth and lit it, spilling a bit of tobacco on her black t-shirt with the japanese characters for 'Death God' written in blood on it. She breathed in, allowing the harmful chemicals to make their way into her lungs, then blowing out a cloud of smoke. These were the times when she thought as to why her life came to be this way. Why things happened, and why was she alone now? But that didn't matter to her when she knew she had a temporary solace from all of the horrors of the real life. Holding the lit cigarette between her index and middle finger, she glanced over at a space gray pocket knife sitting on her dresser. It was a gift from her father, it even had her family name cut into the blade. The raven haired girl set the reefer on her red ashtray that sits on her nightstand and got up, walking over to the knife. She daintily picked it up and inspected it, the screws on the handle were close to stripping from how many times she's had to tighten them. Pressing on the lever towards the top of the handle, the blade swinged to life from out of hiding. Blake saw her reflection in the silver of the blade, she had dried tears on her face and bags under her eyes.

She took the knife and walked back to her bed, sitting on it and sliding off her jeans. Underneath the pants were pale, slender thighs, ravished with scars big and small. She didn't want to accidentally reopen one that might still be healing so she found a spot that wasn't occupied by a mark and pressed the blade against her skin. The cold metal made contact with her skin, causing her to shiver. Blake got a tighter grip on the handle, she didn't know she would start shaking this soon, it made it hard to get a good grip on the blade. She started to take deep breaths as she closed her eyes. Then she quickly breathed in, and raked the blade against her skin. A pained groan came out of the faunus girl, unable to control her trembling she let the knife fall out of her hand and on to the floor. The wound was a fairly large gash, not too deep so she wouldn't need stitches, but gods did it sting.

She began to stare at the dark red liquid slowly pouring from the cut. This was her solace. This was her escape from all the pain she's been inflicted with. It allowed her to focus on the weirdly fascinating beauty of the metallic tasting liquid seep out from the cut, along with the physical pain that came with it, allowing her to legitimately feel something. She took a deep breath out and shut her eyes.

All of a sudden, her scroll started ringing, breaking the silence in her dark room. Her feline appendages perked up at the sudden noise, beginning to scramble for her scroll. Finally finding it, she looked on the caller id to see who was interrupting her.

Ruby Rose

A small smile of relief started to form on her face, but then quickly dismissed it and answered the call. "Hello Ruby."

"Heya Blake! I know this is really sudden.. But can I stay at your house tonight?"

Blake froze. Ruby? At her house? Blake couldn't possibly think of what she would say if she caught her like this. She didn't think that she would be able to control herself if she did say the night.

"I-uh.. Don't think that's a very good idea." Blake could almost hear the frown on Ruby's face.

"But I'm already outside.." Blake's eyes shot open, she knew she was fast, but not that fast. "I suppose I don't have a choice in the matter then." Ruby's voice cheered up greatly when she said this. "Great! Thank you soo much Blake!" Blake let out a low chuckle at how childlike she can be. "I'll be out in about five minutes to let you in, sit tight." She then hung up the scroll, setting it back on her bed. Starting to get up off the bed, she pressed on her thighs to push her up, but she came into contact with burning pain and a very wet spot on her thigh. It was then that she remembered what she was originally doing. Lifting up the hand that had the cut on it with a hiss, she looked at her now blood soaked hand, realizing that quite a bit of blood had seeped from the incision. She quickly got up and walked to the bathroom, rummaging around in her mirror cabinet for some gauze, she cleaned up the excess blood and taped the gauze around it. She then settled to wash away the tear stains as much as she could, throwing her 'Death God' shirt in the wash and opting for an oversized purple sweatshirt that showed off her shoulders and covered her just about to her knees. Giving herself one last check in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable, she started to the front door. When she got to the door, she fiddled with the lock for a second, still trembling a little, opened the door and was bombarded with a mass of black and red.

"Blake! Thank you sooo much again!" The faunus smiled a little and hugged her back, gently rubbing the small of her back. "Don't mention it Ruby, now get inside so I can shut the door." The energetic girl quickly brought her overnight bags in and Blake closed the door behind her, locking it soon after. For some reason.. Just the fact that Ruby was here.. Now.. made her genuinely happy. Maybe this overnight stay won't be so bad.