Trying to Cheat Fate
By: Xiao
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Chapter Sixteen: Razor.
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"GODDAMNIT!" Syaoran curled his right hand into a fist and jabbed it against the center of the steering wheel, the car now releasing a dead F sharp note. It stopped, and repeated as Syaoran continued to smack his fist against the steering wheel. He shook his head and bit his lip, placing his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, running his fingers through his own strands of hair. Sigh.
'Why'd you have to be such a such a jerk to her?!"
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She continued to sob, rubbing her hands against her eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing. Of course, they would not stop.
'You must of heard wrong, Syaoran wouldn't of said that to you.' She told herself silently. She stopped everything when she heard the honk to the car being blasted repeatedly and stood, glancing about the darkened room. Quietly, she turned and pushs the light switch, letting the lightbulbs let light flow into the room.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were stained pink from crying, the area around them just as pink and damp. Her nose was running and she could even notice the soft tremble going through her. She looked away and started crying some more. 'Maybe he meant every word.' That cold voice (it couldn't be her, she had already come to the conclusion it was some voice that only she could hear, because she couldn't reconize it as her own.) reminded her. She turned her back toward the mirror and crossed her arms over herself.
"Shut up," she hissed to no one. Twisting her body uneasily and letting her hands drop from around her before bringing them back up and covering her face, sobbing more. "Just shut up! JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!" She screamed at nothing.
'Denial. Tsk tsk, Meiling, I thought you could realize the truth when it was infront of you.'
She shook her head. "Stop it!" She looked around frantically for something to stop the damn voices she was hearing, and turned toward the sink, rummaging through the cabnit. She stopped, and stared at the item between everything else. Silver. Three blades. If the voies wouldn't stop, she would just make sure she couldn't hear anymore. She'd make sure she didn't have to see Syaoran again.
She would make sure that it would all end. That ALL of it would end. The throat covered in blood dripping down to her shirt and staining it. Her throat, that would be the destination, no more wrist. She grabbed the handle of the razor and pulled it up, then switching off the lights so she wouldn't have to watch herself kill herself. She moved her head back and pulled the razor to it's place--
"MEILING!" There was a slam against the door, causing a scream to rise inside the bathroom. Startled she dropped the razor, and stopped moving instantly, trembling again and crying. The knob to the bathroom door was now being turned frantically, and the door shaking. She pushed her back against the door and slid down, her shirt accidently snagging against the lock and turning it.. She slid to the ground, crying again.
The knob of the door turned completely and she could feel him trying to open the door. Quietly, ignoring the razor a few feet away form her, she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them and placed her forehead against her knees, rocking side to side, sobbing aloud, 'til Syaoran was able to push the door completely opened.
He looked at her, at the razor that was a few feet from her. Sighing with relief he realized that there was no blood in sight. He bent down and placed an arm under the backside of her knee and around her back and pulled her up, amazed that she wasn't screaming in protest and smacking him or anything of the sort. Standing, he held her and let her cry and soak his shirt and hers and brought her to their bedroom, sitting down, leaning against one of the pillows, and her laying his lap.
He hugged her, feeling terrible to the point that he was about to silently cry, and whispered an apology to her atleast a million times before she was beginning to calm down.
"I hate you," she said through gasps for breath, trying to convince her body to get away from him, but finding the task impossible. She wanted someone to comfort her about all this, and if Syaoran was going to be the only one that was willing, she would let him. And anyway, she was enjoying the fact that he was truly sorry, and was loving that he was embracing her at the moment. But still, she couldn't help but hate him for that moment being.
"I hate you so much," she said again. Syaoran ignored her and held her against him, thinking that she was only saying this because there was nothing else to say. He had a feeling that she would forgive him once he had explained.
"I didn't mean to say that—" Meiling began to cry hysterically again, loudly, at that remark. Again, she was tempted to get up and leave him there.
"Stop talking." She finally said, through cries, and shook her head. "Don't talk, please." She tried to sort things out after he nodded his head and the room was being filled with silence.
Should she hate him?
It was obvious he didn't mean to say that. Anyway, Syaoran had always been competitive, this was nothing new. She couldn't expect him to just sit there and let herself scream at him. So, should she.. hate.. him?
By: Xiao
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Chapter Sixteen: Razor.
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"GODDAMNIT!" Syaoran curled his right hand into a fist and jabbed it against the center of the steering wheel, the car now releasing a dead F sharp note. It stopped, and repeated as Syaoran continued to smack his fist against the steering wheel. He shook his head and bit his lip, placing his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, running his fingers through his own strands of hair. Sigh.
'Why'd you have to be such a such a jerk to her?!"
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She continued to sob, rubbing her hands against her eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing. Of course, they would not stop.
'You must of heard wrong, Syaoran wouldn't of said that to you.' She told herself silently. She stopped everything when she heard the honk to the car being blasted repeatedly and stood, glancing about the darkened room. Quietly, she turned and pushs the light switch, letting the lightbulbs let light flow into the room.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were stained pink from crying, the area around them just as pink and damp. Her nose was running and she could even notice the soft tremble going through her. She looked away and started crying some more. 'Maybe he meant every word.' That cold voice (it couldn't be her, she had already come to the conclusion it was some voice that only she could hear, because she couldn't reconize it as her own.) reminded her. She turned her back toward the mirror and crossed her arms over herself.
"Shut up," she hissed to no one. Twisting her body uneasily and letting her hands drop from around her before bringing them back up and covering her face, sobbing more. "Just shut up! JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!" She screamed at nothing.
'Denial. Tsk tsk, Meiling, I thought you could realize the truth when it was infront of you.'
She shook her head. "Stop it!" She looked around frantically for something to stop the damn voices she was hearing, and turned toward the sink, rummaging through the cabnit. She stopped, and stared at the item between everything else. Silver. Three blades. If the voies wouldn't stop, she would just make sure she couldn't hear anymore. She'd make sure she didn't have to see Syaoran again.
She would make sure that it would all end. That ALL of it would end. The throat covered in blood dripping down to her shirt and staining it. Her throat, that would be the destination, no more wrist. She grabbed the handle of the razor and pulled it up, then switching off the lights so she wouldn't have to watch herself kill herself. She moved her head back and pulled the razor to it's place--
"MEILING!" There was a slam against the door, causing a scream to rise inside the bathroom. Startled she dropped the razor, and stopped moving instantly, trembling again and crying. The knob to the bathroom door was now being turned frantically, and the door shaking. She pushed her back against the door and slid down, her shirt accidently snagging against the lock and turning it.. She slid to the ground, crying again.
The knob of the door turned completely and she could feel him trying to open the door. Quietly, ignoring the razor a few feet away form her, she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them and placed her forehead against her knees, rocking side to side, sobbing aloud, 'til Syaoran was able to push the door completely opened.
He looked at her, at the razor that was a few feet from her. Sighing with relief he realized that there was no blood in sight. He bent down and placed an arm under the backside of her knee and around her back and pulled her up, amazed that she wasn't screaming in protest and smacking him or anything of the sort. Standing, he held her and let her cry and soak his shirt and hers and brought her to their bedroom, sitting down, leaning against one of the pillows, and her laying his lap.
He hugged her, feeling terrible to the point that he was about to silently cry, and whispered an apology to her atleast a million times before she was beginning to calm down.
"I hate you," she said through gasps for breath, trying to convince her body to get away from him, but finding the task impossible. She wanted someone to comfort her about all this, and if Syaoran was going to be the only one that was willing, she would let him. And anyway, she was enjoying the fact that he was truly sorry, and was loving that he was embracing her at the moment. But still, she couldn't help but hate him for that moment being.
"I hate you so much," she said again. Syaoran ignored her and held her against him, thinking that she was only saying this because there was nothing else to say. He had a feeling that she would forgive him once he had explained.
"I didn't mean to say that—" Meiling began to cry hysterically again, loudly, at that remark. Again, she was tempted to get up and leave him there.
"Stop talking." She finally said, through cries, and shook her head. "Don't talk, please." She tried to sort things out after he nodded his head and the room was being filled with silence.
Should she hate him?
It was obvious he didn't mean to say that. Anyway, Syaoran had always been competitive, this was nothing new. She couldn't expect him to just sit there and let herself scream at him. So, should she.. hate.. him?