It was always the same. She’d think something will have changed, but it never did. Nothing ever changes, and she was still the same kid she’d always been. Oh she was better dressed and better paid, that didn’t make it any better. And it certainly didn’t help when certain people insisted on treating her like she was worthless, like she was just a toy.
She grabbed a pillow to he face and screamed into it, as she replaced it on the expensive sofa, she heard the doorbell. Kate rolled her eyes and let out a groan. No. She did not need to deal with people right now. But it was, after all, her job to answer the door, so she went, her fake client-smile plastered on her face.
Never Run Faster Than Your Guardian Angel Can Fly
Éléonore always got nervous when she was about to pick-pocket. Perhaps that was why she could never do it perfectly. She simply made silly mistakes— and beyond that, she was never any good at acting innocent when she felt guilty; she made a terrible liar. So, she’d botched another pick-pocketing, and this time, she was in real trouble for it. One shout for the police and she took off into the crowd. She was actually very good at disappearing, but this time she had almost no head start, and genuine fear flooded her as she realized how close behind they were, her breath coming quick at the thought of jail. She knew she couldn’t got to the Elephant, and there was almost no time to hide. A man grabbed her roughly by the arm, and she struggled desperately with him for a moment before finally freeing herself and turning again to run, her feet taking her automatically toward the first place she thought of— the Corinth.
Prove me right || Charlie&Ren
Ever since the night Ren came over to help rearrange her bedroom, Charlie Fabray had been getting a warning to stay away from him from what felt like everyone. Her sister, her brother, Sam… it was like everyone thought she was incapable of noticing the type of person Ren was. She knew about his reputation, but that wasn’t going to stop her from being his friend. If she had that mentality, to stay away from people with bad reputations, she probably wouldn’t be friends with Garth, but she was good friends with the tall boy, who says hanging out with Ren wouldn’t have the same outcome? The thing that bothered Charlie the most was that her friends didn’t seem to trust her. It was like they expected her to ignore her beliefs and morals the second she got to Ren’s room. It’s like they thought she was completely oblivious to the reputation Lorenzo had at their school. Charlie knew the things he was known for, and she knew what she was getting into by going to his room tonight. She hoped he was different then what people said about him. Sure he was inviting her over to watch a movie in his dark dorm, alone, but if he tried anything out of line Charlie would stop him, and if he had a problem with that, well then he wasn’t the type of person she would want to associate herself with anyway.
Shaking all the negative thoughts out of her head, Charlie smiled as she grabbed a few movies from her desk, already knowing they would probably resort to netflix tonight. Pride and Prejudice, Moulin Rogue, and Alice in Wonderland most likely weren’t favorites of the brunette boy, he had told her to bring her favorites though, so this is ultimately his doing. Grabbing her dorm key and slipping on a pair of flats, Charlie left her dorm, ready to make the journey across the wing to Ren’s room. It was a bit weird for Charlie to be heading to her brother’s dorm room, with no intention of even visiting her brother. The first year of school she wouldn’t even go into Cole’s room if his roommate was in there, and now look at her. Laughing lightly at her younger self, the quirky blonde hummed lightly to herself as she walked, dodging staff and camera’s that were keeping an eye out for students. She knew if someone were to ask her where she was headed, she wouldn’t be able to lie, and telling them the truth would cause her to be scolded and told to return to her dorm room. Finally in the boy’s section of the wing, Charlie was quick to find Cole and Ren’s dorm room door. Stopping infront of it the girl knocked lightly, adjusting the movies under her arm as she waited for him to open the door. Once she saw Ren Charlie couldn’t help but smile and lean forward to hug him lightly. “Hi.” She murmured, walking into his room after she broke contact with him. “So I brought movies!” Charlie exclaimed, turning to look at him and hold the dvd’s out to him. “If you don’t like any of them I’m sure we can find something on netflix to watch.” With that she plopped down on the edge of his bed, looking at the snacks he had collected for him. Chewing on the inside of her cheek as she looked around his room, Charlie finally turned her attention back to Ren. “So… how was your practice?” She questioned, remembering his practice running late was the reason they were hanging out right now instead of earlier in the day.
Aw yeah mate heres my shitty story, imagine Javar as Go Sang Gil and Kris as, Kris from Exo. Imagine David/Christina as whoever Idc
I had been feeling the gaze of my little sister Christina upon me for at least 15 minutes now. From the look on her face, I knew she wasn’t going to say what was on her mind without my asking about it.
“What are you thinking about David?” I asked quietly, remembering to call her by her preferred name.
“…How’d you get those scars on your stomach?”
The question immediately sent me into a state of panic. I hadn’t realized that while I was laying on the couch, my shirt had rode up my waist, revealing the skin from my hips to my belly button. And all the long, straight line scars with it. Some of which still screamed an angry red. I quickly pulled down my shirt and sat up straight, trying not to let my panic show.
“I-uh-I fell. Outside. On some sharp rocks. It’s ok though. Don’t worry about it.”
She continued to look at me as though she didn’t believe a word I said. She’s a smart girl.
“Aaaaah…I want some cookies…” I said, hoping to distract her. It worked.
“So do I” she replied, looking at me expectantly. I got up to get us both some cookies from the kitchen. I knew she wasn’t going to get up, and I wasn’t going to make her. At least the subject had been dropped.
——-
A week later my friend Kris came over, but when I opened the door, I saw blood trailing down his arm, with his hand held over where I assumed the actual wound was.
“What happened to you?” I asked calmly. He wasn’t panicking, why should I?
“I tripped in your lawn and hit the sharpest rock in the world. It’s not too bad though. Can I see your first aid kit?” He replied, annoyance sprinkled on his voice.
“Sure man, come on.” I led him to the bathroom, passing David on the way.
“I fell on a rock.” Kris stated, before she could ask anything.
“So did Javar!” She replied.
My heart hit the floor.
“Oh really?” Questioned Kris.
“Yeah, but his fall made lots of long cuts on the bottom of his stomach.”
“Ignore her,” I whispered, “she doesn’t know what she talking about.”
Apparently my whispering still needs work, because she heard me anyway.
“Yeah I do.” She ran over and pulled my shirt up, revealing the scars. “See?”
I quickly pulled my shirt down, but the look on Kris’ face told me he’d seen it all. Or at least enough. He stared at me for what felt like hours.
“You shouldn’t lie to others.” Was all he said.
“I…you’re right. I’m sorry.”
She walked away, seemingly satisfied, towards her room. I noticed the blood from Kris’ arm about to drip onto the carpet, and resumed the walk to the bathroom. Kris followed me silently.
“Uh, here.” I handed the kit to him and tried get pass him, out the bathroom. It didn’t work. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.
“Do it for me.” It wasn’t a request. I stared at him as he stared at me, his gaze unreadable.
“Ok.”
I knew he was going to ask questions. He wasn’t the type to just let it go. He sat on the toilet seat cover as I pulled out the wipes and antiseptic. He inhaled deeply, as if about to speak. I fumbled and dropped them both.
“Javar.”
I turned to look at him, trying to plead with my eyes, ‘please don’t please don’t please don’t. . ‘
“Javar.”
“Kris.” We both knew what he was going to say next.
“What are those scars really from? Don’t you dare try to feed me any BS.”
The world fell from beneath my feet.
“I…i-it’s…” I stuttered. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. No one is supposed to know. No one is supposed to find out. I was so careful. My heart was going a mile a minute and my veins pumped panic.
Kris grabbed my wrist again and pulled me to stand in front of him. He pulled up my shirt and stared closely at the scars. My mind was so focused on trying to come up with an excuse, I hadn’t realized what he’d done. What he was doing. But once I had my panicking kicked into overdrive. I slapped his hands down and tripped over my feet trying to back away. My butt hit the floor, my back hit the wall. Tears welled up in my eyes and it has nothing to do with the throb in the back of my head. Kris’ expression remained unreadable, but I knew he had his answer.
“How long have you been doing that?”
His tone unreadable.
“It’s not- I- I…” The tears were flowing now, my breathing was getting heavier. Kris walked to the bathroom door, looked down hall, then closed and locked it before taking his seat again.
“Wouldn’t want your sister hearing this. Now answer the question.”
I gave up on trying to come up with an excuse. With my tears still going I answered, “…I don’t know. As long as I can remember.” A choked sob escaped. I brought my head to my knees.
“Why?”
“It makes the pain go away for a little while.”
“…Stand up.”
I stood, still looking at the floor. The tears had paused momentarily. I knew the neck of my shirt was wet, but I didn’t really feel it. I didn’t really feel anything. Kris looked me up and down, his gaze still unreadable.
“Those aren’t the only scars.”
My tears started back.
“Show me the rest.”
I took a deep breath and slowly pulled my shirt off, letting it drop to the floor. I heard him gasp and looked up from the floor to him. What I saw sent my tears flowing a thousand times faster. For the first time since he saw, Kris’ expression was readable.
I looked and saw his eyes glistening with tears, a look of shock covering his face. I looked at him as he looked at my shoulders. The skin there, much like the skin near my hips, was covered with long lines. Some looked old, some looked new, but it was hard to pin a time on each one since there were just so many.
“J-Javar…” His voice trembled.
I shook my head and moved my hands toward my pants. I unbuttoned and pushed them towards my knees, suddenly thankful I opted for simple black briefs today. Most of the lines on my thighs weren’t yet scars, and some of them still burned.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t tell anyone. There was nothing to tell.”
“Javar…”
My eyes were closed. I thought he would leave. Because that’s what people do when they find out you aren’t perfect. They leave.
I felt cold fingers run across my shoulders.
“Javar.” There was a sense of urgency in his voice.
I finally looked at him. There were tears streaming down his face now as he continued to run his hands along my marred skin.
“Javar. You don’t have to go through this alone.”
What? This wasn’t making sense. He’s supposed to be angry or disgusted. He’s supposed to want to leave. He’s supposed to be shouting insults. I’m confused.
He suddenly pulled me close and hugged me tightly. Too tight. The thin material of his shirt irritated the cuts on my stomach, the rough material of his Jeans made my thighs scream in protest, his arms around my neck made my shoulders ache.
“I’ll help you. You’re not alone. I’m here.”
I laughed bitterly. “You can’t help me.”
“Then I’ll get someone who can. I’ll help you in anyway possible, big or small. You don’t have to hurt anymore.”
This was a lie. Some people said this, but left anyway.
“I mean it. I’ll help, and I’ll wait for you to get better. Whether it takes days, months, or years. I’ll wait a millennia if I have to.”
I was a crying mess. I kept thinking ‘he’s lying he’s lying he’s lying’, but then I thought ‘what if he’s not?’
I took a shaky breath and tried to calm myself, “You’re not leaving me?”
“No. Never. Im going to help you through this.”
I felt weak. I felt confused. I felt…relieved. I was so relieved. Someone was going to stand with me, help me get better. I wouldn’t have to be alone anymore.
My sudden inability to stand caught Kris off gaurd, and we both sank to our knees. I couldn’t keep my crying under control. I sobbed and sobbed, desperately catching breath when I could. I returned Kris’ hug, wrapping my arms around his back, not minding the agonizing burn in the my thighs. I was probably bleeding again. It didn’t matter. The only thing I could think of was how relieved I was. I cried and cried there on the bathroom floor. My pants around my knees, my shirt on the floor, and my self-inflicted wounds exposed to the world. If I was paying closer attention that day, I would’ve noticed that my shoulder was wet. And I would’ve noticed the long since faded scars on Kris’ arm. In the shape of long, thin lines.
