Hey all of my beautiful readers, thank-you for reading this story, well, okay, so since i doubt anyone will read this but im gonna put it here anyways.
So, his story has taken a darker turn than origanally planned. It now has become a bit of a self-harm fic, now thats only because i have found myself falling back into MY self-harm, and i know how much it can help to read about others going through it as well.
I hope you enjoy the story and remember, Reveiws=Update!
I still don't own! *sad face*
Simons Point Of View
Blood, why was there blood in he sink? I wasn't bleeding was I? No, i wasnt.
Then who's was it, and why did it have that gold tint to it? Blood wasn't gold, it was red.
I finished giving myself my insulin and rushed out of the bathroom to find Derek.
He was walking outside and we both started talking at the same time
"You were right-
"Blood in the bath-
"What?"
"You first Derek."
"You were right about her, Essence, she is alright, i don't think she's bad or anything." He looked down, i knew that was hard for him, he hated admitting he was wrong.
"Okay, well, thats good, but i have something to tell you, theres blood in the bathroom sink."
I was expecting a bigger reaction from him
"Someone must have gotten a bloody nose or something Simon."
"Yea, well Derek, tell me what kind of blood is tinted gold."
That got his attention
"She was coming out of the bathroom." He whispered
"Who?"
"Essence, she, she was coming out of the bathroom, clutching her arm, i smelt it, hats how i found her, i smelt her blood, i thought it was jus her scent, but i was her blood."
"Why is it gold then, as far as i know blood isn't supposed to be gold."
"I dont know...i, i dont know."
"Well, one things for sure, we aren't getting the full story from her."
"Well, " he said "Were going to, and soon."