Chapter 2.
I'm fourteen and today was the day we got a message from the Professor's workers. They told us there was an accident with they're experiment and an explosion occurred, injuring many and killing a few, including the Professor. They said, the Professor didn't die until he arrived at the hospital. I couldn't help but think, that if he got there just a few minutes earlier, maybe he could have still been alive.
Blossom and Bubbles dropped down on the floor, bursting into tears, hugging each other for comfort but I could tell it wasn't enough. Buttercup was the first to leave the room, going into hers. Not being able to stand when people see her vulnerable side. My eyes were watering and I felt a tear drop onto the white marble floor. I ran into my room, I felt embarrassed to cry. I don't know why. I shouldn't be. It's my dad who died, it's not like I'm crying for no reason. It just felt awkward and unnatural for me to cry in public. I tugged on my hair, I wanted to scream, but nothing came out when I opened it. Something shined in the corner of my eye. I looked up and grabbed it, it was a blade. I haven't used it for a while now. I moved the sharp object across my skin. My black blood oozed out of the wound. As each blood dropped, each comment came into my mind and echoed there until the next. 'I hate myself,' 'why wasn't I there to save him,' 'that should have been me,' 'why am I so useless.' It continued until I ran out of space on my wrist. I don't have that many bracelets to cover the scars and my school uniform won't cover it.
I skipped meals and locked myself in my room for a month, missing all of January. I only came out to use the bathroom, but I made sure not to look in the mirror, because I knew, one look at myself and I'll be torturing my mind with thoughts. Eventually, Blossom and Bubbles got Buttercup and I out of our rooms and back to school. Even though we were all sad, Blossom had the hardest part out of it. She had to make sure she was strong the very next day, she went to school with a smile. Blossom encouraged and helped Bubbles get back to her bubbly self even if it took weeks. I think she even took care of fighting off all the villains on her own, because I never heard anything about any villains or saving the world. Somehow, even under pressure, damage and loss Blossom managed.
We arrived in school, I was wearing my uniform a little off today. My red bow was loose and I didn't bother to button up the last couple of buttons on my white shirt. My red plaid skirt looked fine though, mid thigh, school rule. I wore my white above the knee socks and had black vans, another school rule. My sisters wore the same thing but more proper than me. Although, I don't think Buttercup brushed her short hair and it didn't look like she's slept at all in the month we were absent. I can't say the same for myself, I hibernated through most of the month, not really knowing what day it was anymore. I think people can see my bone through my skin. Overall, Buttercup and I just look flat out unhealthy.
The four boys that should know they shouldn't approach us, did. "What's wrong with you guys?" One of them asks, I couldn't be bothered to look up at which one said it or figure it out in my mind. How inconsiderate can they be? I tackled the one in front of me, this shocked everyone, even me. I don't usually fight, not even when I have to save someone. I usually just transport the rouges to jail. Buttercup fights and Bubbles takes the innocent a safe distance away from the bad people. Blossom does fights and gives a lecture at the same time. I looked up at the face I was punching and saw my counterpart, Blake, I had so much anger and sadness I needed to let it out. I was dragged off him by Buttercup. Her grip was shaky and twitchy, she wanted to do it too.
I went into the cafeteria, walking behind Bubbles and settled down on a corner table with our food. I poked at my food, I didn't have the appetite. Princess lingered her way to our table, "Oh, look. The whole gang is here."
"Princess stop," Blossom told her in a stern voice.
Princess ignored her, "I guess you're done grieving over your stupid father. It's his fault he's dead, if he didn't get too close to the explosion he would still be here." Before Buttercup could get up, Bubbles stood up and punched that heartless bitch square in the face. Everyone stopped to turn and look.
"Think before you speak," Bubbles growled.
"I'm telling my daddy on you."
"It's your fault, if your tongue didn't slip you wouldn't have gotten hurt." Princess ran away sobbing and Bubbles slowly sat back down, pretending nothing happened.
The day finally ended and I was wondering how we didn't get into any trouble at all.