It felt good telling Miku about Len, I admit, but that's just one other person I can't cross, but lying to Miku would be like lying to a psychic-it doesn't work. They know when you're lying because they can basically read your thoughts. It was usually to hard to read my thoughts since I'm. All "UNICORNS" on the outside and all "slit my wrists and watch it run..." in the inside...
When I got home, I did the same thing: Slit my wrists and go to bed when I heard something that was probably not good...
"RIN!" I heard yelling. I couldn't tell if it was my dad or Len since they sounded so similar. I heard it from the bathroom and got up and practically sprinted to the bathroom.
"Yes?" I say as I see my brother, father, and mother all standing in the bathroom.
My mother held up my sculpting knife. "What is this?" She asks.
I clench my teeth and look at Len, then at dad, finally at mom. Lying time. "Oh thank god! You found my sculpting knife! Our art teacher said she was gonna kill me if I didn't bring it back!" I lied. I gave a sigh of relief and tried to get the knife, but my mother swept it away from my reach.
"That the best you got?" She asked, obviously seeing through my facade. I held my head down and nodded lightly.
"Why is there blood on it?" Len asks as he looks at the knife. I shiver a little and feel a pang of pain flutter in my wrist. "Oh my god. Rin? Are you on your period?" Len asked with wide eyes as he stared at me. I scowled at him and he instantly scattered away from the knife.
"Care to explain?" Dad asked while he tapped his foot. I looked around the room in a panic to find an answer. No luck.
"Uh... No?" I answered with a meek smile.
My mother grabbed my pained wrist and squeezed it. I felt blood trickled out and the pain flood down my arm. She pulled my sleeve back to reveal the wounds I had conflicted on myself. Gasps from the three other beings in the room arose. "Rin..." My mother croaked out. I had it all on my arm and every part of it hurt now, like someone had actually stabbed me this time.
I pulled my arm away and felt tears threaten to fall from my eyes. I covered it up and ran to the sink. I let water spray over it and wash some of the blood off, and it felt nice.
"Len, go get the first aid kit," my mother commanded. "Rinto, go get some snacks!" She barked. They ran out of the bathroom to fulfill their duties as my mother took my hand and rubbed a towel on it. Pain still decided to be my best friend today and stuck onto me like glue. "Honey, why would you do something like this?" She asked with sadness in her eyes.
I looked to the side and didn't answer her question. "You know nothing about me..." Is all I could manage right now.
After the scene of bandage wrapping, me not talking about why I did it, and multiple discussions, my parents decided that is stay home for the rest of the week and do nothing. I will have to sit in the living room and watch tv, mom and dad will stay home and watch me while Len went to school and got me paperwork. He will come home and study for an hour or two then will come over to me and play a bored game with me. Dang, these people really have it planned out. But after all this homa-drama, I went to my room and slammed my door shut so none of those nimrods would want to come in, but-being the stupid person who didn't think things through as I am- Len knocked on the door. How did I know it was Len? Well, mom was probably making dinner-since it was actually not even six o'clock yet- and dad was probably doing the most random thing you can think of! Yes, probably in space. Yes, probably taking a sponge bath in spaghetti, but let's not wonder towards that neck of the woods, children.
I got up and went and opened the door. Sure enough, Len was there and, sure enough, I felt my heart pound in my chest. "Feeling ok?" He asked as he pushed past me into my room. I shut the door behind him.
"As well as half an hour of treatment can do to one's wounds..." I reply.
Len looked down. "Why? Why would you do something like this, Rin? You're always so-"
"Happy?" I finished with a deep frustration in my voice. He could tell I didn't want to put up with this, but he continued anyway.
"Yeah..." He said.
I was gonna tell him the real me...even if it killed me... But not THAT thing! Now what kind of story would this be if I told my love interest that I loved him in the third chapter? Exactly! "Listen! Since you obviously don't get it! Me being happy is like...a happy person trying to be sad! It doesn't work! You never know what a person is like on the inside. You can only see the projection they wish to give off. Mine was happy, but the inside wanted to kill myself with all that was left," I explained. Len looked at me, dumbfounded.
"But..." He looked down and sat on my bed. "What about when we were young?" He asked. I sat by him and he looked at me sorrowfully.
Boy oh boy, does this boy really think I'm into this gushy, touchy-feely stuff? Hell to the no!
Sighing I laid back on the bed. "That's another reason that cannot be said now..." I tell him.
He laid back, too. "Mind if I sleep in here tonight?" He asked as we looked over at each other.
I felt tears dribbled up in my eyes, but I concealed them. "That would be most appreciated..." I told him. So we turned the way we were intended with our backs with each other. I looked or the window solemnly as Len tried to sleep.
It was a peaceful night. The stars were brighter than my future, the moon was dim, yet playful, the dark blue sky sang the houses to sleep as each light clicked off from the windows and the doors were locked to keep robbers and killers out, and then suddenly, everything was quiet. You could hear only the breaths of those around you and yourself, the trees whispering their good nights to you, and the wind whistling a lullaby to sing you to sleepy. These are the things that kept me awake all night, and alive. Just laying in the deep, calm quietness.
I felt something tap my arm. It was Len, what else? I looked at him square in the eye and he looked at me too. Our faces were close enough to feel each other's soft breath, our noses were close enough to feel one another's, and our bodies were so close that my heart raced. I felt the constant pounding of the blood racing up, down, around, sideways, and backwards in my body.
"What is it?" I say coolly as I blink a couple ones and feel that familiar redness spread across my face.
Len held my hands and pulled me close to his chest. I felt his chest pound as well, but probably not as hard has mine. "Nothing, just fall asleep..." He demanded in a whisper. I was a bit confused, but continued on with the night as the sounds of nature lulled me into a slumber. Probably because they knew I wouldn't have to go to the prison they call school tomorrow.
When I woke up, it was around noon and Len hadn't left his spot next to me, in fact, he was still asleep himself. I had the temptation to kiss his lips, but scolded myself not to, instead, I squeezed his hands and shifted my body, and sure enough he was awake with his heart beginning to beat fast. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, I followed him.
"Sleep well?" He asked as he looked outside.
I looked outside as well. "Yeah, they told me go to sleep..." I told him. For a second, he didn't say anything, but then I realized that he must have thought that I was crazy. "I-I mean, the sounds of nature made me fall asleep..." I explained as I added a slight nervous laugh at the end.
"Riiiiiight..." Len says. He shifts gaze to my orange alarm clock. It read 12:48am. He squeaked and raced out of bed, probably to his room. I get up and stretch my muscles out and hear the popping noises. Oh how they delight me! The noises remind me of someone popping off heads or popping their arm out of their socket. Too demonic? Yeah, that's what I thought. I walk downstairs and waffles are at my seat. I sit down and decide to eat them and oohhh how delicious they are! Chocolate chips with whipped cream and butter and syrup! I couldn't ask for a better breakfast! I gulp down the waffles and chug down the provided orange juice.
"Rin, darling?" Came a prickly voice-my mom. "Come in here!" She called. She is lucky I finished my waffles. I came in and a guy with dark brown hair was seated closest to the couch. He has glasses that framehis face perfectly and a clean suit that make his shoulders look abnormally big. He didn't smile and, worst of all, he has a name plate on his suit pocket saying 'Kiyoteru's Home Psychology'.' No good could come of this.
"What is it, mother?" I asked as I sit down on the couch.
"This is Mr. Kiyoteru, he's gonna help you," she says to me like I'm three years.
I nervously play with the button in my night shirt. "B-but nothing's wrong!" I said happily as I let go of my button. My mom gave me a doubtful look and left the room after shutting all the doors.
Silence.
"So, Rin was it? Can you tell me what the problem is?" Mr. Kiyoteru asked.
"Nothing," I lied. I always lie. It's a hobby of mine, also frisbee, not that anyone cares much.
"Rin, please tell me. I won't tell anymore, not even your parents," he told me and adjusted his glasses.
There it is. There it is. T-H-E-R-E I-T I-S. You see that? REWIND!
...and adjusted his glasses.
I may not be the smartest person in the world, but everyone knows that EVERYONE has something they do when they lie. I wrinkle my nose and hold my eyebrows up really high. It's strange no one notices this, and I don't even notice it myself!
I smiled to myself and wrinkle my nose. "Let's be honest here..." I begin. "After a week, you will tell my parents! It's a fact! You adjusted your glasses and that means you're lying!" I tell him as I place my feet on the coffee table.
He stood up and adjusted his glasses, again. " I DO NOT!" He lied.
I laughed and raised my eyebrows and wrinkle my eyes. "Best. Psychologist. Ever." I tell him and put my hands on the back of my head.
He stormed out of the room in a huff and didn't come back. After a minute or two, my mom came in and gave me a stern look. "Rin Kagamine, what did you do to that poor man?" My mother asked.
I wrinkled my nose and raised my eyebrows. "Told him the truth," I told her and giggled at the end.
Seeing truth is easy, but is it really the truth? Or is it a lie mask? A mask of lies that will gently fall down their face and crack open-hard- on the cement?