Disclamer: I do not own the Avalon: Web of Magic/Quest for Magic series or the song "Tourniquet", they belong to Rachel Roberts and Evanescence respectively.
I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more
(So much more)
I lay dying
And I'm pouring
Crimson regret and betrayal
Adriane ran her hands through her glossy black hair in frustration. She should have known-- She should have known Zach would be mad at her. Wasn't that what always happened? As soon as she happy and content, fate decides to rip it viciously away. She sat cross-legged on the carpet in her room, staring at the ugly yellow paint that peeked through her posters on one wall. She pushed up her pant leg for the third time that night, staring at the word carved there. She hadn't cut-- yet. She wanted to, but she was too exhausted and upset to even do that.
I'm dying, praying
Bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
Finally, she stood up slowly and walked down the hall, the call of the blade too strong now to resist. She heard Lily and Pierre downstairs having dinner, so she just closed the bathroom door. A million thoughts rushed through her head, a million reasons to cut, and a few that begged her not to. They sounded oddly like Emily and Kara's voices, which Adriane found somewhat funny.
The warrior stood over the sink. She still had not retrieved the razor from the medicine cabinet, but she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She had the strange urge to smash the mirror-- not because she was so full of hatred for herself, but because she'd seen it in a music video once and thought it was cool, which she also found odd. She shook her head. No, she decided, it would alert her aunt and uncle about what she was doing.
Do you remember me?
Lost for so long
Will you be on the other side
Or will you forget me?
Adriane pondered about how pathetic she must seem to her friends. Honestly, who does this to themselves? No wonder Zach was angry. Anything he might have liked about her must be overshadowed now. Vaguely, she wondered if her friends had told anyone else, but decided t wasn't important if they had-- she trusted their judgment, no matter how crazy hers seemed to be at the moment.
I'm dying, praying
Bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
Adriane blinked slowly. She inhaled a breath of air, and came to an internal decision. She exhaled and reached for the cabinet door.
I want to die
Dreamer lay on the forest floor, fast asleep. Suddenly, a strange sensation he had never felt before made him prick his ears curiously. His emerald eyes snapped open, and jumbled thoughts surged through his head. "Pack-mate!" He screamed in his head. A vivid picture of a bleeding warrior inside the cottage crossed his mind. Frantic, the mistwolf bounded as fast as his strong legs would carry him to the door. He could see the light in the kitchen on, and heard voices inside. He threw his head back and howled loudly, hoping the humans would hear the urgency in his voice and let him in. When no one came, Dreamer tried a different strategy.
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
Emily looked up from her computer when she heard a shuffling noise near the barn. Her first thought was for the two dogs that were currently residing in the Pet Palace, so she slipped on her sneakers and ran outside. When she got to the wooden structure, she noticed a familiar black coat.
"Dreamer?" She questioned. "What are you doing here?"
"Pack-mate," He panted. "Pack-mate is injured."
Emily gasped and bolted inside the house. "Mom!" She cried. "Mom! I need you to take me to Ravenswood, now!"
The dark green Explorer pulled into the long gravel driveway of Ravenswood.
"Emily, I really don't think this is necessary," Carolyn told her daughter. "Perhaps Dreamer just got loose and wandered into our yard--"
"Mom, you know that doesn't happen. Dreamer knows his boundaries," Emily cut off her mother.
"That's right," Dreamer told the healer telepathically from the backseat. When the SUV finally stopped, Emily opened her door and she and Dreamer jumped out. She pounded on the cottage door, hoping desperately that Lily and Pierre would let her in. After what seemed like ages, a sleepy-eyed Lily opened the door.
"Can I help you?" She asked, trying to be polite.
"Dreamer came to our house," Carolyn said. "We think it's because Dreamer knows there's something wrong with your niece-- That extra sense animals possess, you know."
Lily kept herself from rolling her eyes. These people were crazy. "Alright, come on in," she moved out of the doorframe.
Emily lightly touched her gem to telepathically inform Kara of the events. She recieved only an 'ok' from the blonde blazing star, then static.
"Where is she, Dreamer?" Emily asked the wolf. Dreamer only had to scent the air once, and the powerful stench of blood filled his senses. He vaguely wondered how humans could be so dense to the smell.
"This way," He said, then bounded up the staircase.
My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied Christ?
Tourniquet
My suicide...
Sorry this is so late, but it's hard keeping up with this, and I wanted to do this chapter right. Hope you enjoyed it!