Nicki curled up leaning against the glass wall of the shower door. Tom's banging was getting more persistent and Nicki couldn't cope with it, she needed a way out. She reached up and pulled open the sliding door of the shower, standing up slowly and reaching her hand in she twirled the knob so that the water came flooding down, blocking any noise from outside the door. Closing the glass door shut again Nicki slid back down it; she lifted the shirt up and looked down at the one part of her body that was scar free. Nicki slowly raised the razor to the white porcelain skin of her stomach; she could still hear Tom banging on the other side of the bathroom door. She pressed down on the razor dragging it across her skin, making lines of red contrast with the snow white of her skin.
Relief flooded through Nicki's body as the pain overruled her emotions and made her finally feel numb. After making several bloody marks across her stomach Nicki let herself relax, she then realised she could hear heavier banging against the door, as if Tom was trying to break in. Nicki gave up her body was tired and emotionally she was drained she let the blackness consume her just as Tom managed to kick the door in.
3 hours later
Nicki felt herself coming around, she felt groggy but comfortable. She went to shift slightly and felt a sharp twinge in her stomach and it all came flooding back to her. She remembered being in her bathroom slicing open her stomach relieving the problems of the past week, then Tom bursting through the bathroom door. Nicki started to try and open her eyes but they felt too heavy and she felt so tired. Her body was once again consumed by tiredness.
1 hour later
Nicki once again felt herself coming around, this time she was able to open her eyes. With a groan, she looked around the room. She realised that she was in her own room at home; she turned slightly to the left where Tom sat silently dosing on a cushioned rocking chair an open copy of Jane Eyre on his knee about to slide off and fall to the floor. Nicki recognised the copy as her own battered one from on her bedside table. She gently lifted the covers of her to see the damaged she had done to her own body. She looked down and noticed that she had clean bandages wrapped around her stomach.
Tom must have cleaned her wounds, bandaged her up and tucked her into bed and dosed off waiting for her to wake up. Nicki glanced over at Tom; he was still sleeping and looked so peaceful. She smiled watching him sleep, he was really caring. She wished that he felt the same way as her, then everything would be great.
A/N. Sorry that this chapter is only small, had a rather stress filled week.