Stupid Kai, Tyson thought as he closed the bathroom's door and locked it, I can take care of myself. Instead of going to his room, he had instead headed towards the bathroom, knowing full well that his grandfather had extra bandages in the cabinet. Besides, he needed to change the bloody ones. He stood in front of the mirror and shuddered, he couldn't recognize himself. His usual tan skin was paler, and he was thinner. His brown eyes were dull and empty, how could he let himself go like this? Had the others not noticed?
Apparently not, only Kai had. Did Kai really care for him? Or was it because he was a team member? Was it because he was the captain? The teen shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, no point in trying to answer those stupid questions. He reached with his left -scar free- arm, and opened the wooden cabinet, only to freeze. Besides the white clean bandages, there was a razor blade, but not just any razor blade; it was the same one he had used recently.
He reached for the bandages, taking the razor with them. Silly Kai, if you want to get rid of the problem, you first need to get rid of the source. He thought as he removed the –now soaked- bandages. He cleaned the cut, and noticed that he had indeed cut a bit too deep. He briefly wandered if he would need stitches. He carefully wrapped his right hand, which was a difficult task, seeing as he was doing it with his left hand. It took several tries, but after the four one, he was successful.
He then took the silver color razor and lifted his yellow long sleeve of his left arm, but before the razor could touch his skin, he stopped. Kai –not doubt- had probably checked his left arm to see if he had cut himself there too. Stupid Kai, he curse, why do you care so much? Tyson didn't know why he was mad, or why his anger was towards Kai, but he did knew that he needed to do the only thing he knew how to release all the emotions. He needed to cut himself.
Tyson knew that Kai had most likely had counted the scars visible on his right arm, seven in all. He then lifted the hem of his yellow shirt and got some paper towels. The teen then with his right hand grabbed the razor, and putted against his left side. Using his left hand, he put the paper towels on his side, making sure that no blood would stain his pants. Then slowly he put some pressure on the blade and being careful to not cut too deep, he proceeded to slide the blade across his side.
He watched as the crimson blood run down his side, he watch as the paper towels turn a red color. His side now hurt, but to him, it was a pain that he enjoyed.
Kai lay awake on his bed, unable to fall asleep. His thoughts were filled with questions about Tyson, and his motives for doing the things he did. Was Tyson sad, lonely? Why would he do it? Questions without answer were filling his head, but what could he possibly do about it? Would he be able to help the one he loved? Was his love even possible? The older teen sighed, maybe I need to apologize. He thought, but apologized for what? Trying to help, falling in love, for caring? Which one was it?
The dual-haired teen stood from his bed, he opened his door and headed towards Tyson's room. Reaching his teammate's door, he noticed the lights were off. Maybe he's asleep. He reached for the knob and opened it, inside the bed was made. Panic filled him immediately, didn't Tyson said that he was going to his room? Before he could answer his own question, he was already heading towards the only place that he could think about, the bathroom. When he got near, he saw the lights on, and was about to open the door, but stopped himself. Tyson wouldn't appreciate his intrusion, besides Tyson trusted him. Instead he knocked. After a minute, Tyson opened the door.
"What do you want?" both teens cringe at the harsh tone. Kai stared at him with his crimson eyes, which reminded Tyson about blood, his blood. The midnight haired teen rolled his eyes, seeing the unspoken question. "I was just changing the bandages." And to prove his point, the teen lifted his right sleeve, and showed him the white clean bandage. "I don't need someone to look after me 24/7."
"Maybe you do." Kai regretted the words right after he had spoken them, even though they were spoken in a whispered. Tyson had heard them clear as day. Not wanting to glance at his captain any longer, the midnight haired teen brushed past him. He walked a few steps before stopping, and without turning around he spoke.
"Kai, I want you to forget everything that has happen this couple of hours. I want you to not interfere in my own business. Understand." His tone was firm and demanding, but inside he was crying for help, he knew that he needed it, but was too proud to admit it. Kai's only response was shaking his head, and a silent no. Tyson stiffen with shock, "Fine, it's your time. A time that is being wasted." With that he was gone.
Damn you Kai, Tyson lay on his bed, cheeks stain with tears, why do you have to be so persistent! The short relief was gone, the peace had also disappeared. It had left him alone to deal with his own problems, and a new scar to prove it.Tyson lay on his bed, cheeks stain with tears, The short relief was gone, the peace had also disappeared. It had left him alone to deal with his own problems, and a new scar to prove it.
Kai slammed his door shut and lock it, not caring if his remaining teammates heard. He wasn't in the mood to deal with them, he wasn't even sure that he wanted to see Mr. Dickenson in the morning. He just wanted to help his friend and secret crush. How could he show him that it wasn't a waste of time? How can he show his love? He wanted Tyson's affection, warm, trust, and especially his love. Not matter what it took.
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