Destiny in a Blade pt.3
By: Buffy Ann Summers
A/n: It's kinda short, yea I know. But, I am determine to get it longer.
and from my point of view. I think this chapter sucks big time.
Disclaimer: I don't own G.W and the characters I use in this fic.
Sorry!
Rated: *sigh* I don't have to keep repeating myself right? RIGHT.
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His sorrowful eyes set on to the petite figure of this girl. She seem lost.
She seemed wrecked. She did a good job on her arm. Nothing of his words did
he knew would not make everything right for her. Nothing.
"I said have you been cutting yourself?" he replied, she looked at
him "tell me. Because if you find that exciting please go on and continue as
I watch you destroy yourself"
Her blue eyes drowned in pools to much for them to hold. It streaked down
her cheeks. Cutting? exciting? Never. It was never exciting. It hurt, but it
was never exciting.
"Q-Quatre" she was shaking and her unnoticable sobbs were now quite
noticable "wh-..how.."
He made it to her in two quick paces. Something had to be done. There was too
much blood in the bathroom then the blood he himself had taken away in battle.
"I came too see how you were doing" he spoke in a delicate manner
"Hilde was quite concerned about you and when she told me about it, I thought
you were up to something. Relena, My god. what have you been doing?. This
isn't like you!"
She was ashamed to be caught, but at the same time she didn't care. It was
as if a heavy burden had been relived from her shoulders. She was tired of
carrying it around.
"Well, are you going to answer me?" he answered after minutes of
waiting for her to reply. Relena shook her head in response. The scar
was deep, it seemed an inch deep but it was more like the penatration of her
skin and a few layer of tissues. It bled like hell and took about twenty
minutes for it to stop. Once it did he help her up "Were going to get up help"
"H-h-help?" she stuttered "No! I don't need any! I'm perfectly capable
of healing on my own!" she struggle withing his grasp but he was quite stronger
and had the upper hand at the moment "leave me alone!"
"I'm not talking about that huge scar you left on your arm, Relena!" he
scold, taking her right arm and pushing the long sleeves up to reveal even more scars
than the left arm "What is this? huh! more?!"
She sobbed harder.
"Please" she pleaded "And I'll promise you I won't do it again!"
He looked at her.
"Did you promise yourself that? huh? maybe right after the second one
and thought to yourself that no one would notice? Relena, if you can't promise
yourself that. You surely can't promise that to me" she spoke sounding like an angered
father to a child "What did you you? a knife? blade? a sharp peice of glass?!"
"I said leave me alone!" she yelled "I don't want to talk about, even with
the likes of you!!"
At this time, his grip on her had been let go. She ran. Crying into the darkness
that sucked her into it's dark void. She had been caught and she admits all the
evidence that had been found. Whatever will happen next she'd let fate to decide.
Because this was never thought of. Getting caught in the act, it never was. In this
situation praying would never be a solution, having faith and leaving it into
the hands of fate was logical. It was her fault. She hadn't seen him coming.
And now, there she was. In the dark looking for solitude. No one was there
to find her. No Quatre. No Hilde. No heero. No one. Just herself. Her crimson
bleeding self. If time was allowed to turn it's hands back on time, she'd alter
her destiny. But the sands on the hourglass that she had neglected so much had just
ran out. And she was on the verge of a state where 'help' is a mystical legend.
The exact same legend where the concept of Miracles and wishes do happen emerged from.
Nothing could save her now from the cruelty of the consequences she had long forgotten.
Every respondsibilty had a consequence. So did hers. The actions of her cutting led her
to this. And in the midst of the frantic mess, she stopped to ask herself one question.
Where do I go now?
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TBC.......
By: Buffy Ann Summers
A/n: It's kinda short, yea I know. But, I am determine to get it longer.
and from my point of view. I think this chapter sucks big time.
Disclaimer: I don't own G.W and the characters I use in this fic.
Sorry!
Rated: *sigh* I don't have to keep repeating myself right? RIGHT.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
His sorrowful eyes set on to the petite figure of this girl. She seem lost.
She seemed wrecked. She did a good job on her arm. Nothing of his words did
he knew would not make everything right for her. Nothing.
"I said have you been cutting yourself?" he replied, she looked at
him "tell me. Because if you find that exciting please go on and continue as
I watch you destroy yourself"
Her blue eyes drowned in pools to much for them to hold. It streaked down
her cheeks. Cutting? exciting? Never. It was never exciting. It hurt, but it
was never exciting.
"Q-Quatre" she was shaking and her unnoticable sobbs were now quite
noticable "wh-..how.."
He made it to her in two quick paces. Something had to be done. There was too
much blood in the bathroom then the blood he himself had taken away in battle.
"I came too see how you were doing" he spoke in a delicate manner
"Hilde was quite concerned about you and when she told me about it, I thought
you were up to something. Relena, My god. what have you been doing?. This
isn't like you!"
She was ashamed to be caught, but at the same time she didn't care. It was
as if a heavy burden had been relived from her shoulders. She was tired of
carrying it around.
"Well, are you going to answer me?" he answered after minutes of
waiting for her to reply. Relena shook her head in response. The scar
was deep, it seemed an inch deep but it was more like the penatration of her
skin and a few layer of tissues. It bled like hell and took about twenty
minutes for it to stop. Once it did he help her up "Were going to get up help"
"H-h-help?" she stuttered "No! I don't need any! I'm perfectly capable
of healing on my own!" she struggle withing his grasp but he was quite stronger
and had the upper hand at the moment "leave me alone!"
"I'm not talking about that huge scar you left on your arm, Relena!" he
scold, taking her right arm and pushing the long sleeves up to reveal even more scars
than the left arm "What is this? huh! more?!"
She sobbed harder.
"Please" she pleaded "And I'll promise you I won't do it again!"
He looked at her.
"Did you promise yourself that? huh? maybe right after the second one
and thought to yourself that no one would notice? Relena, if you can't promise
yourself that. You surely can't promise that to me" she spoke sounding like an angered
father to a child "What did you you? a knife? blade? a sharp peice of glass?!"
"I said leave me alone!" she yelled "I don't want to talk about, even with
the likes of you!!"
At this time, his grip on her had been let go. She ran. Crying into the darkness
that sucked her into it's dark void. She had been caught and she admits all the
evidence that had been found. Whatever will happen next she'd let fate to decide.
Because this was never thought of. Getting caught in the act, it never was. In this
situation praying would never be a solution, having faith and leaving it into
the hands of fate was logical. It was her fault. She hadn't seen him coming.
And now, there she was. In the dark looking for solitude. No one was there
to find her. No Quatre. No Hilde. No heero. No one. Just herself. Her crimson
bleeding self. If time was allowed to turn it's hands back on time, she'd alter
her destiny. But the sands on the hourglass that she had neglected so much had just
ran out. And she was on the verge of a state where 'help' is a mystical legend.
The exact same legend where the concept of Miracles and wishes do happen emerged from.
Nothing could save her now from the cruelty of the consequences she had long forgotten.
Every respondsibilty had a consequence. So did hers. The actions of her cutting led her
to this. And in the midst of the frantic mess, she stopped to ask herself one question.
Where do I go now?
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TBC.......
