I know it's Dirge's turn to update, but I had this idea the other day.

Disclaimer: I LOVE PUPPIES!

Just kidding.

Disclaimer: I own people. Dirge owns people. Some own themselves. To Write Love On Her Arms is a real foundation that you'll find out about in this chapter.

Here you are!

I was really pissed at Damen. Not only did he try to blame me for the whole thing, but it also somehow led to him telling the principal about me and Xavier. And for that, I got counseling. Once a week, every Monday. I'm going to kill that bastard.

Naomi jogged up to me as I was walking- or stomping really- home.

"Hey," she said. "Why so down?"

I slowly turned, fuming. "Why do you THINK?"

"Chillax!" she said. "Listen, I don't want to go home, and you don't want to go home. We don't want to face our parents."

"So?"

"So come to the mall with me."

I really didn't want to face my dad, but I also didn't want to face anyone else. There were bound to be other kids from school at the mall, wanting to ask me about what the hell happened today.

But before I could even decide, Naomi was dragging me to the mall with her.

We were inside Goth Topic. Naomi was picking out hair dye, telling me I should change my hair too. I was still pissed and upset so I told her to fuck off about my hair. After that, I went to go look around at the tees.

One caught my eye.

A black t-shirt, with the words "To Write Love On Her Arms" written in blue lettering across the front. A store employee caught me looking at it.

"Ah," he said walking over. "I see your mesmerized by the TWLOHA collection."

"TWLOHA?" I asked.

"To Write Love On Her Arms," he corrected himself.

I nodded, slowly.

"This is a company that produces products that teenagers might want to buy," he said. "Every time a person buys a TWLOHA product, half the money goes to a fund that helps troubled teens who hurt themselves."

My face turned bright red as I thought about Xavier. Why did everything remind me of him?

"So?" he asked.

I ended up buying the tee and taking it home.

"Trinity!" my dad exclaimed when I walked through the front door. "Where have you been?"

I shrugged. "Out."

"Enough of this!" my dad said. "You come home everyday late with vague answers of where you were. Start talking."

I sighed, my shoulders slumping. "I was at the mall with Naomi. That's all. Can I go now?"

Dad looked kind of surprised that it was just the mall, which made me wonder what he thought I was doing. He nodded and ran up to my room.

I took out the shirt and stared at it. I looked at the tags. 'Stop the bleeding. Rescue is possible. Love is the movement.'

I stared at those words a long while.

"Love is the movement," I repeated to myself. "Love is the movement."

I pictured Xavier from the night before. I remembered the gash in his wrist. I remembered the look in his eyes. I imagined the pain he felt. I burst into tears.

Was I going insane? Everything makes me think of Xavier. I could never get my mind off of him. And it made me wonder if that was a good thing or not.

I fiercely wiped the tears away and grabbed a pair of scissors. I cut of the tags with all the sayings and taped them all to my mirror.

I looked at my low ceiling filled with posters above my head. I ripped them all down and threw them out. In their place, I pinned the t-shirt, right above my bed so I would never forget.

Because love was the movement.

Yeah, it's short. I just wanted this idea out.

Anyway, Dirge's computer broke down, so her updates are going to be rare. I dunno if I'll wait for her or keep updating. DON'T QUESTION ME!

Oh yeah, I went to Wizard World/Comicon yesterday and it was AWESOME! Details in my DeviantART journal (link on my profile). Ya know, if you care or anything.

Okay! Peace out, homies!

~Nikki-senpai