This is the third chapter. I don't own Sailor Moon. Cutters arn't always suicidal, some are just begging for attention or are hurting in a pain that not every one can understand. I am one. Its hard for me to stop. If you have a friend who is a cutter or is depressed, sad and not happy, don't give them the same old crap its not good you for to do that, or life will get better. Just hang out with them, help them smile and be happy, in other words from some one who knows don't tell them they are loved, show them.
"Well my dear Serena, we have our food. You have picked our movie, so why don't we start to watch it." He looked down at her, his eyes twinkling as she walked over and placed the dvd in to the player. She smiled sweetly walking back over to him. Quickly food was shoved in her mouth as if she hadn't eaten in days. "Texas Chainsaw?" He looked down at her as she shrugged.
"Two weeks ago, when it first came out, Greg took me to go see it, since we both love horror movies. I never seen the old version."
"Since when do you like horror movies?"
"Never. Greg gave me money to go see "Elf." Laughter broke out of him, but stopped quickly seeing how embarrassed she was. He wrapped his arm around her, draping the blanket across them with his other. This had only caused her to blush deeper.
"Well don't worry, I won't have to waste any one, you can just go pick another movie." She knew his comment was to be a joke, but she had to playfully punch him as pay back.
"Rena?" He smiled, she was brave. Serena managed to watch more then 3/4 of the movie, but instead of having them change flicks, she had fallen asleep. She laid on the couch, her head placed perfectly on his lap. Slowly he got up, and placed her head gently on a pillow. He walked into his bed room, and dedressed. He walked back out to the living room only in boxers. She was still asleep. Before long he him self found sleep a peaceful bliss. It was his escape. He would dream about things that made him happy, and they had helped him forget what made him question his life.
Darien woke startled when he found a new warmth cuddling next to him. It reminded him instantly of a kitten or puppy cuddling to your side for warmth. He didn't have to look to know who it was. He could smell her sweet sent of strawberries and coconut. He groaned slightly pulling a way from her slightly, only to find her move closer.
"Darien." Her voice broke his concentration. "I'm cold. And I'm scared. I was wrong, that movie was scary." He smiled as she looked so innocent to him. 'Damn it Dar, come on. Get a hold of you self. This is not the time to allow your self to horny!' Mentally he began to yell at him self, as Serena had fallen back to sleep practically on him. He looked down at her and moved strands of her silvery blonde hair from her eyes.
"How can some one so beautiful hate to live, hate to breathe, hate to be?"