.: Kryn Roleplaying - (Calla and Maple) - [can be mature]

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn hadn't bothered to listen to a word he said until they screeched to a halt in front of her aunts house. His actions were rough and his driving had scared her, but she'd stayed quiet, and half naked, in his front seat. She was still shaking from the cold - or was it because she was upset? She didn't know, and didn't care. When he spat at her, her eyes narrowed and she wiped the semi-trying tears from her cheeks. "Fuck you Kayden," she whispered fiercely, yanking a blanket from his back seat and pulling it over her body; she didn't need to walk in from of her uncle half dressed. She slipped out of the car, her heels clipping on the street loudly as she bundled up her things in her arms. "I doubt one of your sluts will be missing this," she growled, taking the blanket and wrapping it around her sore, tired, and freezing body. Stepping away from the car, she pressed her fingers into the door roughly, her knuckles white. 

    "Bye," she hissed through gritted teeth and slammed the door fast. 


( We can la- skip to school yes? )

   

[Maple ♥]

Bryn had ditched school for two days, too scared to see Kayden and have to face him; or ever make the slightest of eye contact. She wasn't overly mad about it anymore, just hurt. Her mind was actually driving her crazy with those dark little voices coming to the front of it like old times. Every day she passed by the razor in her top drawer, but moved on, remembering she was better than that. She'd grown out of that.

And yet those damned voices kept getting louder, and more persistent.

Bryn was now at school, after her aunt had forced her to go, and she wore a sweatshirt and sweat pants, not caring what she looked like. Her outfit resembled how she felt; void of color and functionality. She felt less free in confined clothes, unlike the dresses and skirts she was accustomed to wearing when she was 'sober' from her cutting. But now she was scared that it might happen again too soon and people would get suspicious. So she thought ahead of time would be better if it were to happen.

She was lonely again; had no friends to talk to about Kayden or her problems. It was like the time after her parents accident all over agian. Being without him, or the him she thought he'd been, left a constant emptiness inside her chest and she hated him for it. Hated him for how he'd treated her after she'd given him every piece of her heart. Bryn had finally let someone in and trusted them; but they'd broken every part of her that ever made her strong. Now she felt feeble and weak, like a helpless feature floating in the evil depths of her own mind. Constantly she had to fight the urge to self-harm, and it was a lot harder to do now that everything in her life had gone to shit.

Her walk to her last class was outside, which meant she had to walk by the large wall in the middle of the court yard with the large Puma on it; the mascot of their school. Bryn pulled her sweatshirt more tightly around her and let her eyes slither through the grass she walked, not wanting to see anybody.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Kayden was having a normal day, just a little more on the quiet side. He had been like that for the past few days - more reserved and inside his head. His friends thought nothing of it, and just used it as a method to talk more about themselves. More about funny experiences. Or stupid things that in some way might make Kayden smile a little brighter. A few of his "friends" (more like drooling team of sluts that just wanted him) had asked him if he was okay, but just brushed it off by bringing up another subject. Word was going around their group of friends that if was due to some girl that had began to annoy him - some orphan.

One of the girl's especially worried was Roxy. Basically your everyday cliche when you thought of someone who "ran the school" but with every boy in tow. She was the school's major slut. You wanted something, you have a long dong silver, and you were decent enough looking? She was the one to call. Almost every boy even worth mentioning was on her list of had dones - except for Kayden. He was like a golden trophy to top off her high school years. But he as as hard to get as finding Astatine atoms on earth (that's the rarest element on earth btw huehue). When she had heard word floating around their group of friends that someone - some unknown - who had almost gotten with Kayden and hurt him. It set off a fire in her belly.

So when she had found the sad looking girl pass her by in the hallways as she was attempting to flirt with Kayden... well for one she was amazed Kayden was interested in such a sad excuse for a human and two completely furious. She had obviously seen Kayden give her a sideways glance. And only one had sent him into a bad enough mood to drop her like yesterdays news and head towards his football practice. What the fuck? She had no choice but to follow her.

When she found Bryn walking up towards the wall blocking off the rest of the school's visibility - she took this as her chance. 

"Well hello little orphan slut." Roxy hissed, walking up to her with a couple of her friends following her like a flock of geese. Tiffany and Randi - another prime example of sluts that had made their way around school. Roxy's blonde hair flicked back with a quick movement of her hair. Her blue eyes meant that she wasn't in a playful mood. It was sort of silly, but her friends followed as well. Flicking their black and red hair in just the same way.

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn stopped walking, blocked by the three girls whom she knew very unfondly of; Roxy, Tiffany, and Randi, the most sluttiest and popular girls at school. Her eyes tentatively glanced between them all before trying to side step past them, not looking for a fight. After all, she'd been called orphan by numerous people; it didn't really seem to faze her all that much anymore. But she also didn't want to to hear their ball-sucking thin lips yapping her way because today was a bad day. A day where Bryn was very much on the edge of doing some very, very, very, dark things. 

    The girls were packed together so tightly that it was almost impossible to slide past them without push past them with force, and Bryn wasn't very good at confronting people at school. Before Bryn realized the words slipped past her straight, white teeth, her tongue flickered out, "Honestly Roxy, out of all of us, we all know who the biggest slut is. And it's not me."

    She instantly regretted what she said, but she was tired. Tired of being pushed around like she was nothing and tired of taking every one's shit without standing up for herself. Maybe she also felt a little feisty that day, that dull rainy day that just enhanced her bad mood. It was also the day she felt the darkest she'd felt in a very long time. 

    It was somewhere around first lunch time, and Bryn knew Kayden would be around. That was why she'd been heading out of the parking lot; she liked to sit in her aunt's minnivan and eat alone during this time so she didn't have to face him or anyone else. But Roxy had been too fast. Her nails pressed into her books so hard that her knuckles turned white. "Please leave me alone," she spoke through gritted teeth and tried to side step them once more. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

That coy smile on her face instantly dropped. Everything in her demeanor now matched the look in her eyes as she glanced over the pitiful appearance of the orphan girl. Suiting. "That's not what I heard." She hissed, shoving her clutch purse into the stomach of one of her friends. Heels clicked on the concrete with meaning. In an instant she was in Bryn's bubble - intertwining their feminine scents. Let's stop here and go over Roxy's fashion sense. For one, who would even bring a clutch purse to school? Normally those are set for an evening night - special occasions. But slutbag here wasn't like that. Everyday was her special night. You could tell by her Prada heels and name brand bullshit she wasn't someone who saved her money. Like she had to. Her parents literally slept in the fuck-tons that came in every evening.

So when she came waltzing up to Bryn's shriveled excuse of clothes, her earrings seemed to jingle with the sound of dollar bills. All the make-up on her face was suddenly, and blatantly, sitting on her truthfully imperfect features like liquid diamonds. "I heard you had a little too much fun with a certain Kayden Marton just the other day." She paused and placed the edge of her french tipped nails at the curve of her bottom lip, swinging the other onto the hip of her bright orange tank. "So i would reconsider what you just said, whore." A small smile returning to curve the edges of her lips in her prowess.

"Or would you rather me add in you walking the streets like a dirty prostitute?" Okay, so obviously one of Kayden's friends wasn't as good of a friend as he thought he was. 

Roxy stood in front standing like a leading lioness while her cackle of hyenas stood behind her curling up together in their own laughter.

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn, out of habit, cowered a bit under Roxy's glare and felt her face get red. Why was she such a puss? Why couldn't she stand up for herself for once. 

    "I don't think that's any of your business, Roxy," Bryn spoke through gritted teeth, her jaw clenched and her cheeks flushed. Her heart was starting to beat harder in her chest and the tips of her fingers tingled so that she had to form her hands into fists to control the feeling. She'd never felt this kind of anger before, and when she had, she'd taken it out on her own skin. But what would it feel like to hit someone else?

    Bryn stood up straighter, tightening her hold on her books. "I especially don't think Kayden wants you know his business. I'm pretty sure you've acted desperate enough already," she leaned in towards the brat. "And to be honest, I think maybe, but it's just a thought," she sounded cruel and fake up the ass. "That he's not. into. you." Her teeth clenched together again and she realized she was only inches away from the bitch's face, sneering at her, so full of anger it was hard to keep herself under control. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

If anything out of what Bryn had just said made Roxy snap, it was the "he's just not that into you" speech. She'd heard enough of that. Seen enough of that. And wasn't going to take the fact that someone didn't like her back. "And you think he's into you?" She screeched, picking up her soft hands and giving Bryn a good push directly into her shoulders. "Wake the fuck up, Bitch." At this point, her little posse was surrounding her - forgetting about all their unnecessary items on the concrete, their heels clicking just the same. "You're just a fucking orphan. A nobody. Someone who couldn't even keep her parents around, much less someone like Kayden." (internal screaming) And here it goes with the copying again. Her friends began doing the same thing, pushing Bryn in the same manner. 

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn was shoved roughly between the girls for a bit until finally she dropped her books and stumbled into the school wall, almost hitting her head if not for catching herself shakily with her tingling hands. Her nails scratched into the concrete beneath them, closing her eyes tightly and breathing in and out. A red sort of haze was beginning to cloud her vision, making her mind throb with the temptation to hurt something. Those voices were pecking at the back of her eyes now, fully consuming her brain beyond repair. When she opened her eyes again, they might've been considered deadly. 

    "Don't touch me," she growled, stepping forward and slamming her fist into any part of Roxy she could find. The reasoning Bryn had grown up with: "Keep your hands to yourself" was no where near her mind set. If she was able to get Roxy away or distracted long enough, maybe she could run. She really needed to get out of there before she caused more trouble, which was still welling inside her mind no matter how many time she blinked to push it away. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Aw, come on. Not the baby makers.

Roxy was hit right in the stomach. She let out a wail equal to that of a whale singing in the water. Her body buckled over and she went into a dramatic hysterical movement of "how much pain she was in". Both of the hyena girls jumped at the opportunity to get some goody points with Roxy and tried to comfort her. Randi - who was a little on the chubby and muscular side compared to the other girls - picked herself up after knowing the other hyena had things covered - Had Roxy's make-up condition covered. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" She hissed, throwing her fist in the air a little more sloppily than Bryn had. At least Bryn's had a good form. It was obvious that neither of these three were meant for activities such as this, but they were definitely giving their best effort. It was even more obvious when Randi was throwing the fist with her eyes closed. wut the hell u faggut u throw fists with ur eyes open u noob.


"I guess I'll see you later."  Kayden mumbled, walking out of the gym after a heavy session of weight lifting. He had skipped lunch, not finding the thought of eating very interesting. Plus the risk of seeing Bryn around was too high. Instead he had stayed inside and pushed his body to the limits with whatever was available. Now he had just gotten out of the shower and decided it was the best time to get his forgotten items from his car. and water maybe? Either way, he had a heavy bag of clothes, equipment, and other things flung over his swollen shoulders. He was only wearing some gym shorts and a tight white shirt as he made his way towards the familiar wall with the panther painted on the side.

That's when he heard the noises coming from just around the corner. He didn't make much of it until he finally made his way around the white "v" and saw someone very familiar - some people. For one, it was Roxy sitting on the ground with tears in her eyes. Then there were her two other slutty friends he could never remember the names of causing a scene. His blue eyes shifted around for a moment before landing on recognizable brown hair. A few, long seconds passed before the lightbulb came on. That was Bryn!

The bag on his shoulder immediately fell to the floor with a heavy thunk. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" He roared towards the girls, quickly grabbing the attacking female's other swinging arms before it got a chance to actually hit Bryn. So no more sad and depressing, thought centered Kayden. Now he was back to pissed Kayden - but this time not directed towards Bryn.

[Maple ♥]

   Bryn was smacked up against the wall, the girls first punch not hitting her too hard but hard enough to knock her shoulder back into it. She pressed her body against it, letting the cold of it's texture seep into the flesh beyond her thick sweatshirt. Her heart was pounding in her ears and throbbing red still obscuring her vision, making her see some spots here and there. If she didn't calm down, she might pass out. And that would make her look super tough. 
    
    The bitches' words stung into Bryn's mind like a tattoo, yanking on the final 'strong' strings she had left in there and snapping them. She was done. Too far past the point of not return. She was spiraling down to hell and maday maday, she needed to get out of the situation. 

    She barely noticed Kayden at first until his angry tone was bone chilling enough to delay her escape. Her heart jumped into her throat as he fought back the other girls. This was her chance. A road. Two pathways; one to Kayden, and the other to self destruction.

    Guess which one she picked. 

    Forgetting her things, Bryn stepped around the sobbing Roxi and began sprinting as fast as she could down the road, forgetting her aunt's car in the parking lot. The wind whipped by her face and filled her ears along with he throbbing sound of her heart beat. All she thought of was getting home and cutting into her problems with a sharp, destroying razor. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Everything happened too fast for Kayden to really comprehend what was going on. He saw the movement coming from his right and left but it was only until Roxy was at his chest weeping black marks into his white shirt that he understood. She was calling for attention and Bryn had gone running off. "Kayden!" Roxy screamed, grabbing at any lose fabric she could find with her perfectly manicured nails, "You should have seen it! She attacked me!" Every word came out as a shriek, irritating and chafing at Kayden's ears. Sure, he was friends with her, somewhat, but he still knew she was a bitch. Someone too obsessed with money. Too shallow. And Too slutty. Everything about her always had irked him, but he never had a reason to be rude to her. Well, until now. Roxy was muttering more words in between sobs before finally yelling out. "That orphan girl touched me!" 

That was it. Any sense of pity that he felt towards this bitch was gone in an instant. A rubber band had snapped. Kayden quickly picked up one of her hands from off of his chest and gripped the tiny wrist firmly. "Don't you dare call her that." He hissed, furrowing his brow. "And don't sell me your stupid bullshit. Bryn isn't like that. So don't pick on her because you can't fulfill your slutty desires." 

Kayden sort of kicked himself in the mouth for saying that. The past few days, while he had been on that inward state of mind, he had told himself that he wouldn't ever call a girl words like that again. They only got you in trouble. They only hurt those you loved. But this stupid bitch deserved it. She was a slut. So fuck her.

"Fuck you Kayden!" She yelled, wiggling her wrist out of his grasp and slamming it to her side. "You're just a creepy nobody like her. A fuckup!" If she wasn't at full blast before, she was now. Tears were streaming down her face in an all too familiar way. But this time it wasn't Kayden's fault. He hadn't caused it by being an asshole. It was legitimately all on her. For being a bitch. Kayden made a mental note of this to dwell on it later, but now wasn't the time. He stuck up a middle finger and waved it in the air towards the girls before starting to jog off in Bryn's direction. He wasn't too sure where she had gone, but he made a good guess that she was heading towards her house. Well, fuck school I guess.

Soon, his jog turned into a brisk run and then to a dash. Wind flew past his wet hair like a bullet. His muscles began to ache after the long work out session but continued to push his body anyway. Bryn was out of sight. He wasn't sure where he was running. He was just scared, worried, and needed to find her. "Bryn!" He called out to nothing, turning a corner and running down the streets hoping to find her sweatpants covered figure soon. 

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn's aunts house was probably two miles away from school. Bryn had walked home before. She could do it again. But this time she was sprinting fast; her arms pumping and the sound of her old sneakers slapping against the concrete. Her face was flushed with red, along with her vision, which was slowly making her have the urge to black out. Not yet. She couldn't fall asleep yet. 

    Blood pumping in her ears, panting ragged in her lungs, she pushed past the urge to stop running and kept up her pace. Every muscle in her body ached for her to stop and her legs burned with every step. But she couldn't stop. She wouldn't.

    She wanted to be alone when she did this. 

    By the time she saw her aunt's house in her vision, her body was running solely on adrenaline, no longer able to keep her going with the energy she'd consumed. There was a tight grip on her throat which made it harder to breath and a fire spread through her veins from pushing herself so hard. Luckily, her aunts car wasn't in the driveway, nor her uncle's. She wouldn't feel ashamed as much if they were there to whiteness it. 

    If Bryn hadn't picked up running as a way to relieve her mind of it's terrorizing thoughts, she might've never been able to run those two miles home. But after she'd stopped cutting she needed another way to release her kept up emotions and pain. But now, not even that excruciating sprint home had given her any relief; it might of only enhanced her issues. 

    Her feet stepped up to the door where she stuck in her key to the house, unlocking the door and slamming it behind her. Should lock it. Should go somewhere else. Hide. 

    The thoughts in her brain were too jumbled to do much more than forget about the door, and pant heavily while stumbling up the stairs. Her hair had become messed from the wind and the run, sticking out and fuzzed like her wild eyes. She didn't know much else than her mission. She had to get rid of this pain or it was going to consume her. 

    Hand shoving into the wall loudly, she tried catching her body before she stumbled. That damn red haze were throbbing in her brain harder than she'd ever felt it before. If she didn't cut to get it out, she knew she couldn't be waking up once it consumed her completely. 

    The bathroom light was smacked on, her blotchy red face now lit up and visible in mirror. The red blanket over her vision pulled tighter and she winced to make it go away, panting like a hysterical dog. Her fingers fumbled with the drawer to the bathroom, ripping it open with a loud yowl, her emotions taking over every part of her now. She scurried to find the retainer box she kept her razor in, screaming at her fingers to work so she could open it; they just weren't fucking grasping what they needed to. 

    Angry now, she ripped open the box and pinched the razor between two fingers, her wide blue eyes flickered over it before shoving the drawer closed and staggering back out of the bathroom, into the hallway. Suddenly her legs gave out, making her body run into the wall before she barely caught herself with shaking arms. Her body was too weak to fight this demonic haze whispering deafening voices into her mind, heart, soul. The razor was still gripped between her thumb and index finger and she jerked her body up roughly to get to her room. She at least could close the door in there and no one would notice. 

    After practically dragging herself into the room, breath ragged, hair crazed, eyes squinting shut trying to deal with the gasps of pain over taking her. The door slammed shut by a kick of her foot, echoing in her ears like those damn voices encouraging her to do it. To end her life. 

    She didn't know if she could go that far, or if she wanted to, but she wasn't herself anymore. Pressed up against her bed, she let the razor slip across her wrist easily, leaving a trail of blood. The relief smacked into her, making her gasp and mouth open slightly. Once more, she began to cut deeper into the sensitive skin, hearing the voices praising her for her actions. yes. this is what she wanted. to be free of this red haze.

    But something else in the back of her mind told her to make sure she was secure in her surroundings, and make this non noticeable. Besides the first five cuts she'd placed below her palm, she gripped the side of her bed and shakily pushed herself onto it. Her hand held tightly, so tightly that her knuckles were white, onto the end of her bedframe so she could stand. How she did it, she didn't know. Maybe it was the voices. 

    Slipping down the waist line of her pants, the open expanse of skin right below the hip bone jutting out of her and meat of her leg showed through the haze over her blue eyes. The razor instantly met the flesh, making long gashes of blood begin to appear as she leaned back her head to soak it all in. The relief and pain it brought was so fulfilling that she kept slicing into the thigh like it was nothing, the side of her buttcheek barely sticking out from behind her hand. 

    But that wasn't enough. No. Lauren wanted to get rid of all of her pain. This was just temporary. The voices were screaming at her just to end it. To get rid of it all. The pain. The heart break. The stereotype to her name. The constant voices in her mind. Stupidly, she listened. She thought they were right. 

    You can be with your parents. Besides, who would miss you anyways? Certainly not Kayden. 

    Her entire body shook at those whispered, making her stop her cutting along her thigh and her eyes slip back to her wrist. She knew the one spot she'd never cut before was the one that would end it all. It was her artery. 

    Pants still let down slightly to reveal her other cuts, Bryn sat back on her bed with both wrists out in front of her. The razor glinted in the darkness of her room, dripping with her own blood that fell onto her carpet. Wow she didn't realize how much blood had spilled on the carpet. Maybe that was why she was feeling airy, light headed. The pain still clutched her throat and heart though, she it wasn't enough just to have it ebbing away. She wanted to demolish it. 

    So the razor went back to her wrist, the non touched one this time, and pricked the skin near her artery. Her eyes fluttered, making her gasp and her body fall over on the bed, her eyes lolling. Blood spilled from the wound but she barley noticed, trying to drink in the idea that she was dying. Bryn was dying, her life slowly slipping away like her blood from her veins. 

    And she didn't even care. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Muscles were screaming and yelling in pain to tell Kayden to stop running. He could only muster a sloppy jog by the time he had found her aunt's house. Luckily he remembered how to get there from the multiple trips. From the multiple times he had dropped her off - angry or not. His eyes immediately went to the driveway and noticed that there were no cars there like usual. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, he couldn't decide. That sloppy jog came up towards the front door and he knocked heavily. Rang the doorbell frantically a few times too before giving up and going for the handle. It wasn't the time for formalities. Bryn was the only thing on his mind as the door went swinging open. Obviously someone was here, or else it would have been locked. So he dived inside. The hinges screamed in pain as they were opened way too quickly, stopped as they reached their edge.

It seemed too quiet inside, and that terrified Kayden. He took a moment before deciding to start with the kitchen. When he didn't find her there, nor the living room he screamed out her name. "Bryn! Where are you?" His voice was shaky, panicked and his reddened face showed it. Eyebrows were hitched up and even though he was physically tired, every nerve was telling him to keep going. 

His feet hit the hallways leading towards the bedrooms once he had cleared everything else. "Bryn!" He started again, stopping in the lit bathroom but finding nothing. The drawers were all open, so she was nearby at least. What worried him is what she could possibly be doing. He didn't jump to conclusions, but just continued to call. "Where are yo-"

And that's when he had found her

Lying on the floor with blood flowing all over her body - soaking up into the carpet as a sick symbol of her pain. "B-Bryn!" He choked, scrambling over to her side and falling onto his knees with all his weight. It sent a heap up his entire body, knocking the breath out of his lungs he had been holding in as soon as he was in the room. "Wha-What did you do?" He asked, not being able to help the heavy changes in his pitch. Tears itched at the edge of his vision as he stared at the girl he loved sitting in a heap of crimson flowing over her body. His large hands hovered for a bit. He had to rebuild his brain after it had been shattered to pieces.

"Oh god." He cried, the red in his face turning brighter as he tried to remain in control. Trying not to completely break down. He needed to help her now and call help. That's right. That's what you do in emergencies. That's what you do when your best friend is lying here dying. "Oh god please." He couldn't finish his sentence.

His arms lifted up towards a blanket sitting on the edge of her bed and he placed it over the cuts on her arms. The ones on her hips. Anything to stop the bleeding. He wrapped them around as tightly as he could before he scrambled to pull out his phone out of his pocket. 9-1-1. He tried to dial that, but dropped his phone on the floor. A string of curse words flew out of his mouth. He picked it up again and dialed it properly this time. It was hard to see the phone. It was hard to see anything in front of him with all those stupid tears in his vision. 

The ringing lasted forever. Too long. Was too long for this type of emergency. Finally someone answered and Kayden jumped the gun - not allowing the woman to even ask what was wrong. "I need help!" He roared, trying to lift up Bryn's groggy head with a free hand. "My girlfriend is bleeding really bad. Please, Please help." His voice just turned to sobs. Only collecting itself long enough to tell him where they were - to the best of his ability. Once he was done, the phone had slipped off his shoulder. Onto the soaking red carpet. 

"Why?"

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn wasn't out of it too far, she was still conscious enough to know that Kayden was there, trying to do something. Help her? She didn't want to be saved. Get help for her? No. The voices would get their revenge. She didn't matter anymore; not enough to exist. 

    A low moan left her chapped lips. "No, I want to die-" she slid her bloodied wrist over her bed, smearing her bed cover with it as she tried lifting it to push Kayden away. Her vision was red-haze-less and instead blurred in and out of focus. Pupils dilated, skin tingling, heart throbbing in her ears. Her stringy, long hair flowed over the side of her bed where her ankles hung off slightly as well and her cheek pressed into the scratchy faberic of her quilt. The voices weren't there any more, but she knew they'd be back if she lived. She didn't want Kayden to help her. Somehow she managed to grab his wrist and push it away from her face. 

    "I want to die!" she screamed hysterically at him, not realizing she was sobbing now, mascara and tears dropping down her pale face. Her body thrashed and she tried pushing him away from her. If he stayed, she'd feel guilty. And she didn't want to die feeling guilty.

    The light coming from outside her window was searing into her vision as well, leaving her sort of dazed. But she was angry. Why couldn't she just die alone? Like she always was? The voices screamed in her mind one last time: Alone!

    Kayden had left her, he didn't care. Her parents had left her, and neither did they. Not even her god damned cat from the third grade survived like she did and she didn't want to live anymore to see more people leave her. It was time for her to leave them. 

    She hadn't noticed the razor still in her fingers, realizing she still had the power to leave Kayden without him stopping her. Her hand jerked towards her wrist to deliver another cut, dizziness over taking her so she missed and cut the bed. But she didn't give up, kept trying to claw at the skin even if Kayden was right there. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

"Stop!" He roared, eyeing the little metal bastard that sat in her fingers. It was almost like it was staring straight at his face - laughing at his ordeal. At his and Bryn's pain. Tears circled around in his vision as he tried to hold them back, causing the metal blade to turn into shimmering swirls. As it neared her skin, he quickly grabbed it out of her hand and tossed it as far away as he could muster. Granted, that wasn't very far. It tumbled and caught on the carpet probably about three feet away - but that was enough to keep it out of Bryn's reach. 

"Please stop." He begged. Kayden wasn't built for this type of situation so he wasn't sure what to do. He grew up in a quiet home without much to deal with. Sure, he had his fair share of issues but nothing to compare to losing your parents. Both of them. You're old house without your consent and having to do almost everything on your own. He wasn't used to the type of emotions that were running through his head. It blew a hole right through his chest - exposing all the nerves inside that he never knew he had. He was angry, sad, confused. At the same time he wanted to beat something senseless, he wanted to curl up in a ball. Just stop moving for a good three years and let everything out. 

Tears began to stream down his face in waves. They wet his cheeks and he could feel droplets form in his nose - making their way down in the ugly mess people call sobbing. His thighs sat on her feet. His legs were bent to his sides but still pressed into the carpet. Every muscle in his upper body stopped working. He hunched over in front of her and just stared at the scars oozing out the liquid that was supposed to bring life to people. "Please." By now his words were just messy mumbles - like when a kid gets upset and turns into a mess while still asking for a cookie. Strings of spit formed in his open mouth as he let out a breath - unable to rely on his nose for breathing anymore.

"Don't do this." He started again, becoming more clear by the second. "Please don't do this. I love you so much. Please don't leave me." He was repeating himself a lot, but he couldn't help it. None of this was making any sense. That was the confused portion of his emotions coming out. English wasn't his friend for now. At least everything that flowed out of his mouth was the complete truth. Straight from the mind. Straight from the faucet. For a while his arms just sat in his lap like cheap hunks of meat. With saying this, he was able to try one more time to stop the bleeding with the blankets, hoping she wouldn't protest. 

"I can't do anything without you. I'm too scared. I'm too scared to be alone, Bryn. So please stop." Now let me explain by first saying that mourning over the death of someone - or in this case the fear of death of your loved one - is a very selfish thing. In reality, it's a person being sad over the fact that their loved one is no longer there to provide for them. To provide those same feelings that they gave while living. In this case, Kayden was so terrified of losing her. Losing the one person that kept things together for him. His family was quiet, and his friends were all a facade. The one thing he was terrified of was being alone. It explains all his attempts to be in the "popular crowd". You couldn't ever be alone if you had a lot of friends, right? It took him so long to figure out that was a shit idea. When Bryn had come flying back into his life by some off the wall chance - by that weird closet game at the party - he finally understood that he didn't need the fake friendships. That she was perfect, even when they fought, and she had an uncanny ability to keep his fear at bay. To make him not feel alone for once in a long, long time.