Minutes later, I was in the bathroom, tears running down my face.
It wasn't fair.
How could Brad do something so cruel like that in front of everyone? Why did he think he could use me for his own amusement. And why, oh why, couldn't I think of a better comeback?
And, more importantly, who had told him of my crush in the first place? I didn't think anyone knew. There wasn't anyone for me to share my secrets with... I was truly alone.
The emptyness that had stolen my heart when my dad had died, snaked along my body, making me feel numb. It was worse than feeling pain. It was like a black hole in my soul and I could feel it trying to pull me in. Some days it felt like I was barely hanging on to sanity.
Unable to hold back the longing need anymore, I fumbled through my pockets until my hand closed around the desired item. A broken piece of glass.
Pulling my left sleeve up, I squeezed my eyes closed, forcing out tears, and dragged the glass across my arm. It hurt enough to pull me back to reality.
I focused on the uncomfortable feel of warm blood running across my cold skin. I hated that sensation, but it would keep me anchored.
I opened my eyes when I felt the emptiness receding and slipped the glass back into my pocket.
I got some tissue and applied pressure to the wound. When the bleeding stopped I pulled the sleeve back down, wincing as it brushed the new cut, and walked out of the bathroom.
It was so late that my first class had already begun. Which was gym.
Not wanting to go into the gym so soon after the dance and facing all the emotions the memories in there held, I was silently grateful that I didn't have to take that class. I was severely anemic-which also contributed to my exhaustion- so I wasn't supposed to overexert myself, as I had a way of doing in gym.
I handed the teacher my excuse and went to the library.
It was quiet and secluded here, a place I often went, even after school, to kill time reading. It was an escape that I actually found pleasure in.
I dropped my backback and sat down in my usual corner chair, hidden from anyone else's veiw and opened my latest addiction; Twilight.
Vampires were just so cool, and Edward was a dream come true.
I soon got lost in the pages of the romantic novel and didn't notice the person standing beside me; until he leaned down to look at the page I was reading.
I jumped and sqeaked in suprise.
Kurt stared intently at the words on the page. Bella was just telling Edward that she knew he was a vampire.
"I think," Kurt suddenly said, breaking the silence,"I wouldn't have let it get to that point if I was so worried about her knowing. But then," He continued, "Maybe he wished deep down that she knew. And when she finally did he overeacted because he sort of blamed himself. He felt guilty for wishing it would happen and for being so careless, as he would then have to deal with the consequences."
I stared at him. I usually just read the book and accepted it without considering any underlying feelings and going in depth.
Kurt turned to look at me,"What do you think?"
I grasped for words and finally choked out- not sure if it was on topic-,"I think that if it were me, I would want him to be honest with me in the first place, without all the double standards and evasive comments."
His brow furrowed. "Double standards." He repeated.
"When they are first getting close he wants to know everything thats going on inside her head; everything about her. But he brushes her off when she wants to know about him." I explained.
"Well, you have to admit he has a secret that changes the balance. So it's not a very fair comparison at all."
I glared,"Did you need something?"
His eyes flickered to mine and then back to the book, "I just thought maybe you'd like some company."
"Thanks but no thanks," I frowned, "I'm fine."
"Are you sure about that?"
His eyes remained on the book but he wasn't looking at the words anymore.
I flipped the book down in my lap and said,"Yes."
He looked up at me and said, "I'm sorry about what happened out there."
I stood up and rudely spat, "I dont need your sympathy."
He rose and stared deeply into my eyes. I felt my heart flutter. "You need a friend." He stated matter-of-factly.
The attraction once again gone, I rolled my eyes and turned to go, "No, I don't."
He grabbed my wrist and in one fluid motion, pulled my sleeve up to reveal my cut arm.
"Are you sure about that?"
I stared at him, wide-eyed,"How did you-?"
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a realization slammed into my mind. He fit the pattern described in the book...
The red eyes, the swift movement, the oppressive attitude, the strength, and he was openly struggling to keep his eyes on my face and away from the bloody wound on my arm. Though, really, who could blame him.
But still...
Adrenaline pulsed through my body and I considered the possibility of my theory.
Finally, I blurted out as lowly as I could, "Are you a vampire?"
O.o Woah, hold on there, girl. Jump to conclusions much? /face-palm "She never learns"
(Song for this one- Forgive Me~Evanescence)
Also, an apology for the mention of self-harm, *spoiler-note* I don't think she'll do it again. So, don't be disturbed, just bear with me :) And a special thanks to BaconCupcakes and her sister! I dedicate this chapter to them, if they'll have it. :3
