A/N: Here y'are :) Hope you like it. CHAPTER 10
"The only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain." Karl Marx
The white of Emily's eyes shone in stark contrast to her dark hair. She glared at the woman kneeling next to her. Blood was trickling down the sides of her toned thighs and elegant forearm.
"Get out, Jareau." The brunette's voice was weak but commanded obedience.
"Oh Emily, what have you done?" Jennifer Jareau reached out and gently examined her former colleague's arm. Her mind raced and her stomach turned as she forced herself to look at the deep cuts. "We have to get you to a hospital. Let me put a bandage on these and I'll help you into my car." The blonde tried to hold back tears that were threatening to wash Emily's body clean. She watched as the dark woman rolled her head back to rest on the wall, her eyes half open.
"Leave me alone." Emily mumbled bitterly. JJ stood up and pulled a small first aid bag out of the glass cabinet above the sink. Once more she knelt down, this time facing the brunette. She poured some saline solution onto cotton wool and began to clean the wounds on her thighs.
"Please stay awake Emily." Her blue eyes searched in vain for some signs of hope in the other woman's chocolate orbs. It scared her to think that this was the first time she saw Emily give up. It also scared her to think that it was her fault.
"Why did you do this, Em?" JJ started wrapping dressing around Emily's thigh, its colour almost blending into the taller woman's pale skin.
At this question, Emily's eyes shot open. She pushed JJ's hands away from her leg and painfully began to stand.
"Why did I do this? Why? Are you blind, Jareau? Why do you think I did this?" Emily grit her teeth, and the petite blonde couldn't deduce if it was out of anger or pain. Probably both, she thought. "YOU left me. I loved you, and you left. Yet you ask me why I want to try and escape the way you made me feel? Should have taken the profiling course, Jareau!"
Jj was completely taken aback by her former lover's tone. Even though she had prepared herself to face a fight before she walked through the door to Emily's condo, it was the way the brunette said "Jareau" that startled her. It was full of malice, full of bitterness. Hatred. The former FBI Media Liaison stood speechless as the older woman released her emotions.
"Then again, you never really thought about me, did you Jareau? You only ever thought about your own ambition…I was just something on the side. Well I'm not having it." Emily was pacing, blood streaming slowly down her legs and arms. "Get out of my house!" She screamed, making a lunge for the bloodied razor that had lay forgotten on the tiled floor.
"Emily stop please!" Jj attempted to grab Emily's arm but her reflexes were much slower than what they used to be on the field. Only this wasn't the field.
Emily stood upright with stoic determination. "Get out. Get out of my life," She repeated, then heavily slid the blade across her wrist.
The blade fell to the floor. As blood poured out of the open wound, the brunette felt her eyelids go heavy after a few seconds, then slumped to the floor. The last thing she heard was the screams from the woman she loved so dearly, but wanted to forget.