Tsubaki and Mirror's
Coming home was a whole other ring of Hell. Mrs. Miwa was still in tears and dad seemed to have lost his mind in the bowels of thought. My brothers were speechless, even Hikaru to everyone's surprise-I think-, and Masaomi kept giving me mournful glances. It was pissing me off. I didn't need anyone's pity.
As soon as I got home I went to my room, not wanting to get caught up in any group break downs, desperate for a shower. The stink of hospital was all over me and dark purple pools were surfacing where my IV's had been removed. I felt cold and fragile and falling apart. I hated it.
The shower did me some good, blocking out the world, washing off the man-made Death. Hot water seeped life into my weary bones and the steam eased my tired breathing. When I got out I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and froze. My skin had paled, like I'd been drained of blood, eyes sunken into dark pits, lips faded, cracked, flesh stretched taut over skeleton.
I punched the mirror.
The glossy surface splintered before shattering away from its home and rained down hitting the sink and floor with shrill cries. I grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped myself up in it and my knuckles started to bleed. Shards were splayed about my feet glistening with the overhead light showing me how broken down I'd become.
"LEX!"
Suddenly the bathroom door flew open. I lifted my gaze and met Tsubaki's. His amethyst eyes were wide, shaky as they took everything in, making me clutch at the towel about me.
"Wha-Are you hurt?" he asked walking in.
His boots crunched over the glass. Gently he scooped me up into his arms and carried me out into my room. Setting me on the bed he knelt down and examined my bare feet. I curled my toes.
"Did you…uh…."he glanced back into the bathroom then to me, "fall into the mirror?"
The abrupt image my mind formed made me-
"Ah! Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
The frustration and anger and sorrow I'd been wrestling with vanished for that moment, lost in that laugh, that Tsubaki was able to find in me.
He put a soft hand on top of my head, "That's my girl." He smiled and then he kissed me.