Post by WHILEMINA JAIDEN BROOKES on May 6, 2010 4:50:09 GMT
Willa couldn't stand the fact he was crying, She slid up, moving him so his head was on her lap. She ran her small white fingers through his mess of hair, "Riley..." she said quietly, not quite sure how to console his tears. She pressed her lips to his, then moved to kiss away his silent tears. "We'll think of something, babe. I promise." She didn't want him hurting, she hated the fact he was hurting. She stroked his cheek lightly, trying desperately to calm him. "We'll tell her you slipped?" she asked queitly, not really sure what to say. She nudged him lightly, "It'll all be okay though, Ri. I promise. Your alive...thats...thats all that matters to me."
She was very relieved he wasn't angry, that showed in her expression and posture alike. She nuzzled his neck and ran her fingers through his hair, she doubted the nurses would like the small red headded girl sitting beneath their patients head, but she'd just tell them to go fuck themselves. She didn't care.
She looked at his bandaged arm and bit her lip, "How do you feel, babe?" she asked quietly, kissing him again. God she was so scared. Seeing him there like that had almost killed her. She looked at him for a minute before answering his question. she took his hand and guided it to the scar across her chest and stomach. "I was tired of life." She said quietly, squirming a little underneath him. "I didn't have anyone who loved me or even remotely wanted me here. I thought my life was worthless. They told me day in and day out thatno one wanted to adopt a freak." She grimaced and left his hand there, running her own hands through his hair.
"T-they handed me a knife once and told me to go have fun." she smirked a bit despite herself, "I did...i locked the bathroom door behind me...and i dug into my skin anywhere i could. All along my arms...all over my legs, i tried to cut through my breasts into my heart, i knew i couldn't though...so i moved the knife to my stomach and pushed it in. If the knife had gone in maybe an inch further i'd have died." She shrugged a bit, death was a release. She got that. At least...she had until she'd met him. "Then i woke up here." She looked around the rooms quietly, chewing on her cheek, "And i met this boy who sort of makes me want to get up every morning"
She was very relieved he wasn't angry, that showed in her expression and posture alike. She nuzzled his neck and ran her fingers through his hair, she doubted the nurses would like the small red headded girl sitting beneath their patients head, but she'd just tell them to go fuck themselves. She didn't care.
She looked at his bandaged arm and bit her lip, "How do you feel, babe?" she asked quietly, kissing him again. God she was so scared. Seeing him there like that had almost killed her. She looked at him for a minute before answering his question. she took his hand and guided it to the scar across her chest and stomach. "I was tired of life." She said quietly, squirming a little underneath him. "I didn't have anyone who loved me or even remotely wanted me here. I thought my life was worthless. They told me day in and day out thatno one wanted to adopt a freak." She grimaced and left his hand there, running her own hands through his hair.
"T-they handed me a knife once and told me to go have fun." she smirked a bit despite herself, "I did...i locked the bathroom door behind me...and i dug into my skin anywhere i could. All along my arms...all over my legs, i tried to cut through my breasts into my heart, i knew i couldn't though...so i moved the knife to my stomach and pushed it in. If the knife had gone in maybe an inch further i'd have died." She shrugged a bit, death was a release. She got that. At least...she had until she'd met him. "Then i woke up here." She looked around the rooms quietly, chewing on her cheek, "And i met this boy who sort of makes me want to get up every morning"