Yellow POV

I quickly lose track of how long were all talking and the next thing I know, I'm walking back to my room with Blue laughing beside me.

"I dunno what you were so worried about," Blue smiles as we start heading back to our room "I've never seen Karen so smiley."I stumble a little, nearly falling over "Then again, we didn't grow up in the best conditions," she reaches out to help steady me, smiling again. She grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers to help me keep my balance.

"I-I just d-did something sh-sh-she wasn't happy about last t-t-time I saw her," I sigh, tightening my grip on Blue's hand.

"What'd you do? From my experience not much can get Karen worked up," she raises her eyebrows, smile fading into a questioning frown. My stomach ties up in knots and my throat closes off, as I open my mouth to try and change the subject. "Yellow?" I blink and look up at her, realizing I'd stopped walking.

"S-sorry," I gulp as I shake my head slightly. Blue puts her other hand over my forehead, making a small noise of concern before kissing it again.

"Are you feeling alright?" she throws open the door and sits on my bed with me. "You're a little a feverish," her face contorts into one of worry and I quickly pipe up.

"I'm f-fine d-d-don't w-worry," I stammer, raising my hands like I'm trying to defend myself. "I'm not worth worrying over anyways…" I mumble dejectedly, praying she doesn't hear me.

"Don't say that," Blue almost snarls, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me onto the bed. Her eyes are perfectly clear this time, but they look angry; somthing I've gotten used to. I squeak as she practically straddles me, leaning down so her face is centimeters from mine. "You're plenty worth it," she leans down further and-

She's… k-kissing me…

"I… Um," she stutters, pulling back. I quickly shoot up, my hand over my mouth as I head for the door.

"I-I'l be b-b-back la-later," my voice cracks a little as I fumble with the doorknob and throw the door open again. I ignore Blue's guilty shout of my name and bolt down the halls, fishing though my pockets. Once thoroughly lost I practically rip out my knife and start to tear open my arms.

She kissed me. She kissed a no good, idiotic, stupid, fat, doltish, forgettable, worthless little tramp like me.

Why? We've only known each other for a few days, and even so he should by now that I'm not worth it.

Do I even like her like that? I mean I know I'm into girls, have been for as long as I can remember, but do I actually like-like Blue?

Well she's nice. And smart, and pretty and when she touches me it doesn't feel like she has intentions to hurt me. And she doesn't seem to think I'm annoying or anything. Plus she's helped me with nightmares.

But six days isn't really enough to fall in love with someone is it? Maybe I need to think on this a bit- scratch that, a lot more.

A whimper breaks from my throat and I look down at my forearm, recoiling at the amount of blood that's spilled out. My arm is almost entirely red, the slick coppery liquid spurting from the countless new wounds I've inflicted on myself. Red lines zigzag up and down my arm, differing in length and depth greatly.

"Oh damn," I sigh, biting my lip.

"Awwh, kiddo's first curse word!" Another whimper leaps from my throat as I'm lifted into the air, my sleeve falling back over my arm. It takes me a second to recognize the voice as Sapphire's, and a few more seconds to realize she's talking again.

"…So long story short, Piggy has been looking for ya for a couple hours now-"

"H-hours?" I squeak, trying to wiggle out of her grip; not evening bothering to question the nickname. I only left a few minutes ago, right?

"Yeah," she frowns, letting me down. "Druggie said you ran off just before lunch and she's been searchin' for ya since. It's about three now," she shrugs and looks at me like I belong in a mental hospital.

Right. Already in one.

"R-right," I gulp "I'll go t-t-talk to her." She nods and shrugs again, shoving her hands into her pockets and strolling off in the other direction. "In an ah-hour or f-five," I run a hand through my bangs, trying in vain to stifle my brewing headache. Soon I find myself burying my face in my arms, curled up in the same place as my first day and trying to remember how to breathe.

In and out Yellow, in and out.

I focus my attention to the window again, watching the now frozen rain smash against the icy ground. I sit here for god knows how long, letting myself drift off a little and start daydreaming. Before I know it a pair of navy converse enters my field of vision and a strange feeling of déjà vu sweeps over me.

"Idiot," someone says softly and I feel myself being picked up. The person carrying me is warm, so I don't struggle; I don't think I have the energy to anyways. "God, you had me worried sick," they mutter tiredly, pulling me a little closer. I nuzzle the fabric against my face lightly, the familiar scent of marshmallows and smoke lulling me to that wonderful spot right between sleep and consciousness.

Blue POV

I don't go after Yellow as she bolts out of the room; I just wrap a blanket around my shoulders sit by the door. She did say she'd be back, right? There's no need to worry, right? She said she'd be back, she said she'd be back, she said… she'd be… back…

My eyes dart over to the clock for what feels like and probably is the 100th time in the past little while. 12:34, it's been an hour.

She is coming back, she has to. I'm just over-reacting; this isn't like that time with Silver, she'll come back. Images of back then flash through my mind and before I know it another hour has passed. This time I get up and grab my hoodie, running into the halls and heading to the first person I think of.

"Krys?" I gulp, banging on her door a couple times. She opens it looking more than a little annoyed, though her expression softens when she sees me. "Krys have you seen Yellow? We were just talking a few minutes ago and she ran out on me and she said she'd be back but it's been two hours and I'm really worried so can you help me-" she cuts me off by laying her hands on my shoulders and sighing.

"Blue, you will get a grip or so help me you won't be allowed out of your room for a month," she says calmly, glaring at me. She sits me down on the bed across from Silver and Gold and wraps a blanket around my shoulders, telling me to calm down and wait here for a bit.

I find myself oddly occupied with the show Gold must've left playing on the TV; the mere childishness of the show cheering me up slightly. Within a few minutes I'm comparing the characters to all the crazy nutjobs I'm friends with, silently laughing and trying to keep my mind off the fear building my chest.

I try to reason with myself, saying that Yellow will be fine, and that Krys found her. I say it isn't like that time with Silver, and that they're both breathing and not injured. My eyes dart over to the other bed, where Silver is being strangle-hugged by Gold, both sleeping peacefully.

See Blue, nothing to worry about, Silver's safe and Yellow is too.

"Blue," the door opens nearly two hours later and Krys stands there, slightly out of breath. "Sapphire said she found Yellow, just down the hall near Red and Gre-" I'm up and out the door before she can finish, nearly running. Low and behold, Yellow's exactly where and how I found her the first time she ran; spacing out near the big window showing the forest out back.

"Idiot," I sigh shakily, trying to keep my composure. When I get no response I lean down to pick her up, her weight still frightening. "You had me worried sick." She nuzzles my lightly, and I feel my face heat up. She's so cute, almost like a kitten.

If you know your way around this place, it doesn't take long to get back to your room from almost anywhere; and right now is no exception. In minutes I'm laying Yellow back down in her bed, pulling the blankets up over her.

"I know you're asleep," I start quietly, sitting down on my own bed "but I wanna apologize for earlier." I take a deep breath, shakily letting it out. "When I was a kid, someone told me that kissing someone was a sign of trust." She shifts slightly and turns over. "I j-just wanted you to know you could trust me, and if I didn't get that across I'm sorry." I burrow under the blanket still left on the bed, the other lying next to the door. "I'm not terribly well versed in this kinda stuff, so I probably actually have no idea what I'm doing," I mumble dejectedly, taking one last look at Yellow before attempting to sleep. "G'night…"


A lazy author appeared! The lazy author used generic apology for being late!