Her room had never felt more like a cell.
As she laid beneath the sheets, staring up at a ceiling she wished would collapse in on her, she let silent tears leave trails down her face.
It was all she could do to keep from sobbing like the broke soul she was.
It must have been three, four in the morning. She hadn't slept at all.
And her wrists stung.
Anna had been so cautious. She'd put up everything sharp, like Elsa was a child.
But the elder wasn't stupid. One of the knives from the kitchen surely wouldn't be missed.
She hadn't cut deep enough to lead back to the hospital. Just enough to see the crimson flow.
To feel something other than this ache within.
It had worked, but not for long. Now she felt... Wrong.
She shouldn't be here, she shouldn't be a burden for Anna. Anna was happy, didn't need Elsa's miserable existence fucking it up.
And yet if she left, it would only hurt the redhead worse.
Did she really want to die?
At the moment it felt like it, but whenever she was with her sister, she felt brighter. Sick, but happy.
Was it so wrong to want Anna's company? If nothing more, she wanted her sister.
Elsa laughed lightly at the situation, a twisted laugh that caught in her throat and turned into a sob.
She balled the top sheet up in her fist and closed her eyes, the moonlight dancing in her vision.
Other than that, it was dark. It was... peaceful.
"Elsa?" The voice was so faint that for a moment, she thought it was her imagination.
But then a hand gripped hers, and her eyes slowly opened.
A small smile pulled at Anna's lips, the bright sunlight making the water drops in her washed hair dazzle.
Elsa must have fallen asleep. Because she was certainly waking to an angel.
"Anna?" she murmured, raising her free hand to rub sleep from her eyes.
The smile widened, and then... vanished. For a moment, there was nothing but shock. And then the emotion was unreadable.
Elsa watched with confusion, grogginess fogging her head. What was that look for?
"Those are new, aren't they?" There was no feeling, just a question.
For a split second, Elsa had no earthly idea what this was about. And then...
She jerked up, surprising Anna, and hugged herself, face falling down. No, Anna couldn't look upon the gashes on her forearms.
Silence, neither knowing what to say.
And then Anna sighed and sat on the bed without permission. She shook her head.
"Do they hurt?"
It took a moment, the blonde couldn't answer immediately.
Then, "No. Yes. I don't know."
The redhead nodded and suddenly lunged at her sister. The two fell back on the bed, Elsa in shock.
"Please... Don't do it again..."
It was a whisper, but it was clear.
