Hello! So to those reading this, I fixed this chapter (finally). To those new to the chapter do not worry about it, it was only a few grammar problems, the plot remains unchanged. Also a warning to new readers; this chapter contains cutting. Be forewarned. Anyways, enjoy.
Chapter 2: Every Rose has it's Thorns
I looked around the bright sunny forest. It was a nice day. Aside from the fact that I was in a glum mood, it was enjoyable. I had wished I could have stayed at my mother's grave for a little longer, I missed her dearly. Even just to sit by her grave was enough for me, but I knew that I would have to go back soon as it would take some time to get back to the campus grounds. If I didn't leave now, it would get dark soon and I'd be lost. And I wasn't good with navigating, especially at night.
As I continued down what seemed like a never-ending path I started to think about my feelings for Weiss. She saw me as only a friend. A pesky, somewhat-annoying, peppy friend. I don't know when or why I even started to have feelings for her, after all, I was practically dead to her that way. I barely remember when I started to like her.
Flashback.
It was the very first day at Beacon, I was spun around by Yang's entourage of friends. I fell down on top of the luggage cart going by behind me ironically. "What are you doing!" Weiss yelled as I regained consciousness. I looked up to see a really pale white girl standing before me. I thought she was a snow-white goddess to me.
Then there was the explosion.
"Unbelievable!" The snow-white girl exclaimed, knocking the ash and soot from her clothing a few minutes later.
"I-I'm really sorry!" I stuttered as I bumped my two index fingers together in embarrassment.
"Ugh! You complete dolt! What are you even doing here! Aren't you a little young to be attending Beacon!" She proclaimed. Yep, hard to believe that was how we first met. And even harder to believe that's when I started to have feelings for her. Even though she was screaming at me, I couldn't help but peer right into her eyes, to me they were like little pools of cold lake water in the beginning of winter, her posture like a princess, in a cute, romantic way. And although we started off rough, I fell for her the moment I laid eyes on her.
Then, after the semester started.
Weiss begun to question the reason why she was not picked to be leader of the team. She said it herself that I was a terrible leader. It broke my heart, not just because she hated the fact that I was chosen for leader and she wasn't, but because she knew she was better in every way, shape and form. It enraged her that she was not team captain, and she let me know pretty much how she felt of that.
"What happened to all this talk of working together as a team?" I asked innocently. Weiss gave me a cold, dead look.
"Not a team lead by you. I've studied, and trained. And quite frankly, I deserve better." She proclaimed as she turned her back away from me. I hoped, wished that she wasn't going to say what I think she was.
"Ozpin made a mistake." The ice queen finished as she stormed off onto the balcony. I looked down as my heart shattered. I hoped she would be happy and supportive of my role, instead she protested against my position.
And stabbed me in the back in the process.
After that I just wanted to die. Having been rejected as a leader and questioning my skills and training hurt, hurt worse than my mental illness. I've been suffering from clinical depression almost all my life, and I think that's when it started getting worse. I didn't know what to do. That same night Weiss apologized to me she tried to convince me that she was happy for me, and I kinda believed her. But deep down inside I knew she would never get over the fact, and that her cruel words were the ugly, unforgiving truth. That night I cried myself to sleep, knowing deep down I was only a mistake to her.
Present time.
I sat down on a tree stump, those memories triggered my depression. I hated myself for that, for being a mistake. I pulled out a small knife from my sache and rolled up my sleeves, and pressed the blade onto my left wrist. Blood leaked more and more down my arm as I increased the pressure. I begun to move the blade down, stopping at the other side of the wrist. Blood was now flowing faster and thicker as I repeated the action several more times. When I was finished I had a big row of bloody, sectioned cuts down my left arm. I grabbed the knife with my other hand and wiped the blood off of it, starting the cut at the bottom of my wrist and moving upwards. Instead of stopping and creating a new cut, I turned the blade 45 degrees and continued. When I was finished my right arm had 'MISTAKE' written in big lettering. I cried a little, knowing it was exactly what I was. A mistake.
Meanwhile. Back at Team RWBY's dorm room (Weiss' POV).
"Where's Ruby?" I asked Yang. "I barely seen her today."
"She went out into the forest to take a walk." Yang replied, combing her hair. "She probably won't be back until dusk."
"Should I go look for her?" I asked. Yang shook her head.
"It's okay Weiss, she can handle herself. I told her I'd take care of some things on her to-do list so she could unwind."
I looked out the window, the sun was declining rapidly. "Alright then," I sighed, "is there anything I can do to pass the time?"
Yang looked at me, trying to think of something. "Well, we kinda got everything under control. The place is tidy, the homework's been done, the Blake's got a book,-"
"What?" The raven haired girl finally clued in, looking up from said book.
"Don't worry about it," Yang replied, turning back to me. "Everything's good." I gave Yang a worried look.
"What's wrong Weiss?" Yang asked.
"I just.. I have a bad feeling. I don't usually get these often. When I do, it tells me that someone's hurt, hurting. I'm usually able to find whoever it is. But for some reason I can't."
"Sooo.." Yang stretched, motioning for me to get to the point.
"What I'm saying is whoever this person is, they are really sad and lonely, and they've done a really good job of hiding their emotions from me." I explained.
"Are you sure it's not just allergies? We pretty much kicked up a lot of dust in the air and the summer breeze brings in dandelion pollen." Blake questioned, looking up from her book once again.
"I'm not allergic to dust."
"And besides, my senses have never been wrong."
