Matt stares at the knife in my hand with something akin to fear in
his eyes. The sense of power drives my cold smile to get even more cynical.
"What's wrong Matt, afraid you'll be blamed for my death?" I ask as I bring the knife to press against my right wrist. A stray thought wanders through my mind: I'll bet he probably never even noticed that I'm left handed. He looks up at my tear-streaked face and his azure eyes wander over my face desperately. I can see the thoughts racing in his head. He opens his mouth, and for a brief moment, I hope that he's going to admit his undying love for me. Shyeah, right.
"Mimi, don't do it. Please, I... God, what would your family say? What about your friends? " He asks me. I stare at him stupefied. A single tear races down my cheek and his eyes follow it's trek till it falls off my chin.
"But Matt... I thought you were my friend." I whisper hoarsely, my anger forgotten. Instead, an empty feeling fills me. He looks down at the ground; his hair hides my view of his face. When he looks back up, his eyes are glistening and something that resembles a tear courses down his cheek.
"Yamato...?" I ask, slightly perturbed that I made him cry. Key word, slightly. After all, I was about to kill myself because of his ass. I cringe a bit at the smile that has appeared on his face. It's so cold... what's he thinking?
"Mimi, do you really plan on using that? What happened to little princess Mimi who was scared of getting hurt? You can't even get a paper cut without whining that it hurts. How are you gonna use that? It hurts way more than any little paper cut, I'll tell you that." He says, moving closer to me. I jerk back, despite the fact that my bed is in between us. He's close... too close. It's too late though, he jumps over the bed and grabs me. I bite back a cry as his actions bring me to press the knife harder against my wrist. Too late... blood appears around the blade and I pull it away to stare in fascinated horror as the blood starts to crawl down my forearm. Too late...
"Shit!" he swears. He makes a grab for the knife, and in the process, cuts himself along his palm. No matter, he has it now. He tosses it across the room, and I watch in reverence as it embeds itself in one of my teddy bears' head. I'm slightly aware that he's talking to me, but I only catch the tail end of his sentence.
"...gotta stop the flow before you loose too much. Mimi! Snap out of it!" he exclaims, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I look down... blood. Too late, I think. He's holding me, pulling me out of my room. He asks me where the bathroom is, and I mutely point him in the direction, belatedly realizing that I'm supposed to be mad at him. I pull away from his arms, my own right arm now falling limply to my side. Numb... too late. He looks at me, bewilderment written plainly across his lovely face. I study him... my blood is smeared on his shirt.
"You have blood on you, Yamato." He glances down, and upon seeing the blood, he grimaces. He looks back up again, but I'm already heading back to my room. Walking past it, I pick the knife up from it's new home in my teddy bear, and sit on my bed. I let the blade wander idly along my arm, drawing pictures on it, and watch in enthrallment as more blood appears on my pale skin. Matt comes in, and pulls the knife, again, from my grasp.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He cries, again, tossing the knife at my teddy bear collection. He presses a towel against my arm, now having more deep wounds to worry about. Too late... I voice this to him.
"You're too late, Yamato." I say, entirely too calm, considering the situation. "Too late..." He stares, aghast at my words, then shakes his head fervently. I can see the tears budding in his eyes, which brings some to my own.
"No, I won't lose you. You mean too much to me." He says, averting his gaze from mine, as his hand lightly squeezes my own. "Mimi, you're my best friend. I can't lose you now, not when so much is going on. We're gonna graduate in a year, Meems." He looks up at me and a few tears fall down his cheeks. I brush them away gently with my left hand, as my right is still being held by his own. "Who's gonna sit next to me and crack jokes with me at graduation? Mimi, you apart of our group. We'd fall apart without you. I... I'd fall apart without you, Mimi." He cups my cheek with his left hand (his right hand is holding the towel on my arm), and presses his forehead against mine. He smiles slightly, then leans in and brushes my lips with his. Maybe it wasn't too late...
***
This is not the end!! Yeah! I had such a horrible time writing this- I didn't really want to remember it. It's still a bit painful, and what with graduating and all, well, yeah. That's still no excuse. Sorry!! Next chappy will be out soon, I promise!!
"What's wrong Matt, afraid you'll be blamed for my death?" I ask as I bring the knife to press against my right wrist. A stray thought wanders through my mind: I'll bet he probably never even noticed that I'm left handed. He looks up at my tear-streaked face and his azure eyes wander over my face desperately. I can see the thoughts racing in his head. He opens his mouth, and for a brief moment, I hope that he's going to admit his undying love for me. Shyeah, right.
"Mimi, don't do it. Please, I... God, what would your family say? What about your friends? " He asks me. I stare at him stupefied. A single tear races down my cheek and his eyes follow it's trek till it falls off my chin.
"But Matt... I thought you were my friend." I whisper hoarsely, my anger forgotten. Instead, an empty feeling fills me. He looks down at the ground; his hair hides my view of his face. When he looks back up, his eyes are glistening and something that resembles a tear courses down his cheek.
"Yamato...?" I ask, slightly perturbed that I made him cry. Key word, slightly. After all, I was about to kill myself because of his ass. I cringe a bit at the smile that has appeared on his face. It's so cold... what's he thinking?
"Mimi, do you really plan on using that? What happened to little princess Mimi who was scared of getting hurt? You can't even get a paper cut without whining that it hurts. How are you gonna use that? It hurts way more than any little paper cut, I'll tell you that." He says, moving closer to me. I jerk back, despite the fact that my bed is in between us. He's close... too close. It's too late though, he jumps over the bed and grabs me. I bite back a cry as his actions bring me to press the knife harder against my wrist. Too late... blood appears around the blade and I pull it away to stare in fascinated horror as the blood starts to crawl down my forearm. Too late...
"Shit!" he swears. He makes a grab for the knife, and in the process, cuts himself along his palm. No matter, he has it now. He tosses it across the room, and I watch in reverence as it embeds itself in one of my teddy bears' head. I'm slightly aware that he's talking to me, but I only catch the tail end of his sentence.
"...gotta stop the flow before you loose too much. Mimi! Snap out of it!" he exclaims, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I look down... blood. Too late, I think. He's holding me, pulling me out of my room. He asks me where the bathroom is, and I mutely point him in the direction, belatedly realizing that I'm supposed to be mad at him. I pull away from his arms, my own right arm now falling limply to my side. Numb... too late. He looks at me, bewilderment written plainly across his lovely face. I study him... my blood is smeared on his shirt.
"You have blood on you, Yamato." He glances down, and upon seeing the blood, he grimaces. He looks back up again, but I'm already heading back to my room. Walking past it, I pick the knife up from it's new home in my teddy bear, and sit on my bed. I let the blade wander idly along my arm, drawing pictures on it, and watch in enthrallment as more blood appears on my pale skin. Matt comes in, and pulls the knife, again, from my grasp.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He cries, again, tossing the knife at my teddy bear collection. He presses a towel against my arm, now having more deep wounds to worry about. Too late... I voice this to him.
"You're too late, Yamato." I say, entirely too calm, considering the situation. "Too late..." He stares, aghast at my words, then shakes his head fervently. I can see the tears budding in his eyes, which brings some to my own.
"No, I won't lose you. You mean too much to me." He says, averting his gaze from mine, as his hand lightly squeezes my own. "Mimi, you're my best friend. I can't lose you now, not when so much is going on. We're gonna graduate in a year, Meems." He looks up at me and a few tears fall down his cheeks. I brush them away gently with my left hand, as my right is still being held by his own. "Who's gonna sit next to me and crack jokes with me at graduation? Mimi, you apart of our group. We'd fall apart without you. I... I'd fall apart without you, Mimi." He cups my cheek with his left hand (his right hand is holding the towel on my arm), and presses his forehead against mine. He smiles slightly, then leans in and brushes my lips with his. Maybe it wasn't too late...
***
This is not the end!! Yeah! I had such a horrible time writing this- I didn't really want to remember it. It's still a bit painful, and what with graduating and all, well, yeah. That's still no excuse. Sorry!! Next chappy will be out soon, I promise!!