24. Depressed
"I'm really sorry, Rin."
"But- I thought- You-"
"I just… don't feel like that anymore. I don't want to lie to you. The spark is… gone."
"Len, please, we can work it out, please don't-"
"I'm sorry. I can't do this."
Weeping bitterly into her bedroom pillow, Rin screams bloody murder into the thin material, her frustration and inner pain splashing out onto it. She's lucky her parents aren't home; they'd be all over her wondering what was going on, and it would just make her feel worse, so much worse.
How could this be happening? They'd- he had promised they'd be forever. Dating for three years, they were the perfect match. They shared so much in common, been through everything together. From being best friends to lovers, they were always together.
How did things go so wrong?
Was it something she did? Was it because she was too loud, or too short, or what? What had she done?! Why did the one person she cherished in the entire world…
...Abandon her?
He just left her.
He said he couldn't do it.
Len said he didn't love her anymore.
Rin's sobs increase, and her fists slam down on the mattress repeatedly, spending her anger until she falls in a heap on the bed, quieted down to only muted crying. A yawning, aching hole resides where her heart once was. Pain rakes through her sharply, along with disbelief and sadness. Her mind is wild, and it's hard to breathe because she's completely, utterly broken.
Her eyes catch sight of something on her nearby dresser. Her favorite, razor-sharp scissors she uses for everything, glinting at her. Beckoning her.
Without thinking, Rin reaches out for them, drawing them close to her chest and staring down at them. Slowly she opens them, then clips them back together.
Sniffling, clear droplets falling from her cheeks, she draws the opened blade of the scissors to her wrist.
Would he care if I did this? If I died, would he miss me? Would he regret leaving me?
Of course he wouldn't. Len doesn't care about me anymore. He said so himself; he doesn't feel anything for me. It's over.
He was my everything…
Gritting her teeth as a strangled cry escape her lips, the blade runs across her smooth skin, marring it.
He doesn't care, he doesn't.
I'm alone.
Len doesn't care about me anymore…
Rin suddenly throws the scissors across the room, where they embed themselves in her floral wallpaper. Clutching her bleeding wrist tightly, she rocks back and forth, her knees pulling up to her chin. Her blood falling onto her bedspread, Rin howls with despair.
Len won't miss me. Len doesn't love me.
But I don't want to be without him.
How could I still be so in love with him… if he doesn't care about me at all?
Mewling like a sick kitten, Rin buries her face in her hands and wonders just how she could have fallen into such a terrible situation.
A/N: Heya guys! Woo, chapter 24! Epic!
Around chapter 30, a couple of the drabbles get kind of dark. Just letting you know ahead of time.
I really hope you're all enjoying these! I'm having fun writing them, but I think I'm losing my sanity in the process.
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