Stirring of the Sea
Chapter 2
"Why must I feel this way?" Michiru said to herself as she closed her apartment door behind her. "I've only known Haruka for one day." she sighed.
Her telephone rang, causing her to jump. With a trembling hand she reached for it, it wasn't often that she got a phone call. "Hello."
"Miss Kaiou?" the voice sounded of that of her building owner. "Miss Kaiou, you're two months late on your rent. When can I expect a payment from you?"
Michiru slowly thought of an answer. "I should be getting paid soon, I'll make arrangments to see that you get your money."
"Good." he hung up.
Michiru started to shake, her lie already haunting her. She had not been paid in weeks, even when she did get money, it was very little and had to go to her food. She put the phone down in the reciever and went into the bathroom. Slowly opening up the medicine cabinet. She produced a small desposable shaver. she pushed the edge of it against the sink until she felt it crack open.
Carefully she pulled out one of the two blades and rolled up her sleeve. She applied the blade to a fresh wound on her wrist, after picking off the dried blood, she pressed the blade hard to the lightly bleeding wound. She started making quick, short cuts on her wrist, making the one she had picked open even worse.
As she turned on the water in the sink, she allowed the blade to be the first washed off, leaving her wrist to drip fresh red blood into the sink. She ran the blade long ways across the cut, irritating it and drawing more.
Then her wrist was placed under the cold water, washing her wound clean. She pulled guaze and medical tape out of the sink drawer and wrapped up her wrist...
When Michiru saw Haruka the following morning, her heart skipped a beat. Some of the girls kept looking at her, even though the morning prior, they all heard 'him' say 'he' was gay.
Haruka took her seat next to Michiru and looked at her. "Did you do it again?" she kept her voice low Michiru just looked at her. "Let me see it."
Michiru rolled up her sleeve, showing Haruka the white bandage that had a blood spot showing through.
Chapter 2
"Why must I feel this way?" Michiru said to herself as she closed her apartment door behind her. "I've only known Haruka for one day." she sighed.
Her telephone rang, causing her to jump. With a trembling hand she reached for it, it wasn't often that she got a phone call. "Hello."
"Miss Kaiou?" the voice sounded of that of her building owner. "Miss Kaiou, you're two months late on your rent. When can I expect a payment from you?"
Michiru slowly thought of an answer. "I should be getting paid soon, I'll make arrangments to see that you get your money."
"Good." he hung up.
Michiru started to shake, her lie already haunting her. She had not been paid in weeks, even when she did get money, it was very little and had to go to her food. She put the phone down in the reciever and went into the bathroom. Slowly opening up the medicine cabinet. She produced a small desposable shaver. she pushed the edge of it against the sink until she felt it crack open.
Carefully she pulled out one of the two blades and rolled up her sleeve. She applied the blade to a fresh wound on her wrist, after picking off the dried blood, she pressed the blade hard to the lightly bleeding wound. She started making quick, short cuts on her wrist, making the one she had picked open even worse.
As she turned on the water in the sink, she allowed the blade to be the first washed off, leaving her wrist to drip fresh red blood into the sink. She ran the blade long ways across the cut, irritating it and drawing more.
Then her wrist was placed under the cold water, washing her wound clean. She pulled guaze and medical tape out of the sink drawer and wrapped up her wrist...
When Michiru saw Haruka the following morning, her heart skipped a beat. Some of the girls kept looking at her, even though the morning prior, they all heard 'him' say 'he' was gay.
Haruka took her seat next to Michiru and looked at her. "Did you do it again?" she kept her voice low Michiru just looked at her. "Let me see it."
Michiru rolled up her sleeve, showing Haruka the white bandage that had a blood spot showing through.