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Yang

"Yang, please. you need to eat something," Blake pleads. "Come on, it doesn't have to be much but you need to eat." I just stare at the ceiling barely wanting to even move.

"Why bother?" I quietly ask. "I mean, Ruby is gone. Weiss hates me. Our team is ruined. So why bother? Besides, I'm not hungry anyways."

"Then do it for me, the person you love right? A personal favor," Blake says, laying hand on my shoulder.

I give a bitter laugh. "Love? What do I know about love. Weiss was right, I never loved Ruby. Knowing me I just used her for my own self gratification. I doubt I even love you, I probably just used you as a sex toy," I muse.

My head snaps to the side when Blake backhands me across the cheek. "Yang Xiao-Long. So help me, you are going to get your ass out of bed and eat some stew or I am going to shove it spoon by spoon down your throat."

"Okay I guess I deserved that," I admit. I slowly swing my legs out of bed and sit up pushing my hair out of my face. Blake shoves the bowl at my face and I accept. I take a bite and say, "It's cold."

"No, really? That's shocking. After twenty minutes of trying to convince you to eat I thought it would be piping hot," Blake says. I don't respond. I quickly finish the stew and hand her back the bowl.

"There, I ate. Happy Blake?" I ask in a bored voice. I lay back down on the bed and turn my back to her. I pull my blankets over me deadening whatever response Blake gives me. I hear her slam the bowl on one of the various stands and then storm out of the dorm, slamming the door shut behind her.

I sigh and turn over burying my head into the pillow. "Why am I doing this…?" I mutter to myself. "It's not Blake's fault that Ruby died… No, it's Weiss's fault. If she had just been stronger! No… It's my fault. I can't fight well enough to even protect my own sister..."

I lash out suddenly smashing my fist against the wall and immediately regret it. If I didn't have such a durable aura my hand would probably have broken just then. Even so my hand hurts like hell. "Damn..." I whisper. "I am too weak. Can't even break the damn wall."

I slide my wounded hand back under the covers squeezing my eyes shut. "Dammit, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." Not used to being so injured I grind my teeth together. Dimly I realize that I'm not thinking about Ruby. As soon as I'm aware of this I start thinking about her again.

To distract myself I punch the wall again. This time I do feel a bone in my hand snap but the plaster cracks as well. I wince and stifle a cry of pain. I sit up slowly and suck in a breath as my aura begins to dull the pain of the blow.

I sigh feeling a little bit better and sit up. "I wonder if this is what people who hurt themselves feel like," I muse. Having an idea I sit up and climb out of bed. I walk over to the other side of the room and rummage around in Blake's things knowing that she goes to get a midnight snack at times.

In her bottom drawer I find a small knife that she stole from the lunch room one night and never returned. I kick the drawer shut and walk back over to my own bed sitting on it but still staring at the knife.

After simply sitting there for a moment I pull up my sleeve and press the blade against my skin, making sure that my aura doesn't self activate. As I begin to slide the blade along my skin, the white color is replaced by a line of red.

I wince but my body relaxes at the same time from the distraction of the pain. I lift up the blade and put it next to the cut and just made and start to make another one. I end up making more than a few cuts all the way up my forearm until the horrible feeling of Ruby's death is gone.

I clean up the drip of blood and the streams dripping down my arm and then press it against the cuts to make the bleeding stop before pulling my sleeve back down. I sigh in relief and stand up. I walk back over to Blake's drawer and hide the knife back where I found it.

I stand up the same moment that the door swings open. I jump back from Blake's things just as she walks in. She pauses seeing me standing in the middle of the room, her eyes wide. "Yang, you're… moving."

"Yeah? I thought that was normal for living creatures to do," I say.

"Yes… I guess you're right. But you've been stuck in bed since the funeral and hardly eating a thing." She takes a small step forward looking at me strangely.

"Speaking of which, I'm starving. Can we go down to the cafeteria to get some lunch? My stomach is killing me," I say, patting my stomach with my left hand. My right hand still hurts too much to move. "I should also probably apologize for earlier…"

Blake's body visibly relaxes and she steps forward. "If you say so." A smile breaks out on her face and she leaps forward wrapping her arms around my neck. She bumps into my hand and I gasp I sudden pain.

Blake lets go of me and steps back looking up and down her smile replaced with a concerned frown. "You aren't actually okay are you Yang?

"I told you I'm fine and that I want food. Usually having one's appetite back is a sign of them being better," I say. I walk past Blake heading for the door when she catches my right hand and squeezes it asking me to stop.

I cry out in pain and fall to my knees. "Yang!" Blake exclaims, dropping my hand. I assume she takes a closer look at it because she gasps. "What happened to your hand!?"

I look down at it surprised that it's turned purple and swelled to almost twice its size. "Oh that's weird, I don't know. It sort of hurts though. Maybe some food will make it feel better." I jump to my feet and reach for the door with my other hand.

"Yang, I said stop," Blake commands making me freeze. "Turn around." I slowly spin around on my heel managing a scared smile. "Tell me what happened." I don't answer right away and she snaps, "Now!"

"I may have, sort of, uh you know. Maybe punched the wall…" Blake just sighs and puts out a hand wanting me to lift mine up and show her the damage. I put my hand in hers careful to place my wrist in her palm and not my actual hand.

She looks my hand over turning it over and checking the damage. "Wow, you broke it. How hard did you punch the wall to break through your aura?" she asks. She squints at my wrist and slides up my sleeve finding the evidence of my recent activity. "Yang!" She screeches.

"Yeah that's my name, no need to shout," I say, pulling my hand back. I slide my sleeve down and look away from Blake's horrified gaze feeling guilty.

"Yang… You cut yourself? Why?"

"What do you care?" I ask looking down at my feet and holding my arm. "It doesn't concern you. Besides it makes me feel better. There's nothing wrong with it."

"Yang, there's everything wrong with it. You don't just go around slicing your arms to pieces," she whispers. "I get it, we're all having trouble getting over Ruby's death and we're all hurting but that-"

"What the hell do you know!?" I shout suddenly, whipping my head up to face her. Tears suddenly prick my eyes and I get hit with another tidal wave of emotion. I fall to my knees and cry out, "Ruby was my sister dammit! And I couldn't protect her! All I could do was stand and watch as she bled out onto the ground! So what the hell do you know!?" I repeat.

I break down and cover my face with my left arm the true pain of my cuts and my hand hitting me with a sudden clearness. I curl over having that feeling of my heart being broken again. I cry out a shout of pain as the memory of Ruby lying comatose on the ground flashes through my my mind again breaking me into pieces.