The song in here is Glycerine by Bush
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Tristans POV
~Lunch Period~
Summ- no thats not her name, Cristy was it? well whats her name began playing with my fingers as she had sat uninvitingly on my lap. All I could think about was Rory. Go figure.
"Babe ya got blood on your hands..."
"Huh?" She brought up my hands to my face to show that indeed she was correct. I searched for a cut but nothing showed. It wasn't my blood. Then all of a sudden Paris's words got into my head. "You hurt her, Shes physically hurting, Slice open my veins-" It all began to unravel, the way Rory had pulled away from me...to pull down her sleeves. Rory had hurt herself because of me. Shit. I didn't pay attention to the rest of the day, and after school came quick.
I found myself on my bed staring at the ceiling, oblivious to the world around me. I had screwed up, and I did a magnificent job at it. I heard a tap on my window but didn't bother to check it out. Another tap. Irritated I stood up and to my utter amazement it was non other than Rory. Once she got in, I touched her face.
"What are you doing?"
"Making sure you're real..." My hands trailed to the side of her body, gently picking up her forearm, I looked at the three slices and began to tear. Bringing it up to my lips I kissed it wanting it to disappear.
"Promise-" As if reading my mind she brought her lips to mine and smiled against it, "Never again.." The window was left open and the September winds seemed to seep in me making me shiver. Our breaths painted the blue sky with white, and I suddenly felt the urge to rid our clothing. So thats what we did, and we stood in front of the window freezing. It was as if she was the only one who could make me warm again, reaching out I caressed her face and to my expectancy, her skin was fire. So Hot. I held her tightly, wanting to become warm again, afraid of the coldness I had experienced these past days.
~~must be your skin that I'm sinking in
must be for real cuz now I can feel
and I didn't mind
it's not my kind
not my time to wonder why~~
She didn't pull away, instead she clung with such intensity that her nails dug deep into my back. In that moment I understood that we needed each other to stay alive. I fed off of her, while she did the same to me.
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