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Started May 14, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

(Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas… everybody's looking for something)

:D

Then, it started. It was rare that this ever happened but it was definitely possible. The glass shards from her resolve were picked up and slashed across her like a punishment. She winced in pain as cuts appeared on her skin. Most noticeably, her wrists and around her neck. (Sound familiar?? I swear that was not intentional!)

(The. Fuck.)

“Belle?! He cried, this couldn’t happen to him, not again. “No stop, please,” he didn’t know who he was begging.

(Shhh I have a plan. Somewhat.)
She winced, the cuts growing larger, the older ones cutting deeper. They wouldn't kill her but they'd get close. Or maybe they would, at this point, she wasn't sure.

“Because I know you won’t. You’ve been by my side through thick and thin, why wouldn’t I?”

Darren nodded, “I was mean, you didn’t have to trust me,”

(Shhh I have a plan. Somewhat.)
She winced, the cuts growing larger, the older ones cutting deeper. They wouldn't kill her but they'd get close. Or maybe they would, at this point, she wasn't sure.

Tears streamed from Ryan’s eyes as he desperately tried to stop the bleeding, “Help me, someone please help,”

She opened her mouth to speak but it was clamped shut before she could say anything. They didn't want him knowing that helping was futile. The cuts moved to her face, marking her cheeks and forehead, slowly moving towards her left eye. At this point she was bound to be rendered blind in her left eye again.

She opened her mouth to speak but it was clamped shut before she could say anything. They didn't want him knowing that helping was futile. The cuts moved to her face, marking her cheeks and forehead, slowly moving towards her left eye. At this point she was bound to be rendered blind in her left eye again.

“No,” he cried and held her close, there was nothing he could do, God he felt helpless, he hated feeling helpless the way he did when he was a child. He rocked back and forth with he smashed against him, “Belle please,”

The cuts moved and morphed into words. The classic insults. Whore. Slut. Ugly. Unwanted. And then there were the personal attacks. Insane. Insomniac. Depressed. And just to top it all off, there was the giant one right across her throat. Suicidal.

Ryan thought he fixed all that, he thought he made her whole, somehowbhe made things better but now he felt foolish. He had been wrong and there was still nothing that could be done.

“Because I know you won’t. You’ve been by my side through thick and thin, why wouldn’t I?”

Darren nodded, “I was mean, you didn’t have to trust me,”

Lillian laughed slightly, "Yeah well, I'm a good judge of character."

The words suddenly faded, changing. She was confused, this had never happened before. Instead, they were the opposite. Each harmful word replaced with their helpful counterpart. She noticed that each one was one he had told her. They all faded, except for suicidal. It was the one gleaming issue that remained. Until it too faded. It morphed slowly until it was revealed to say I love you. She smiled a little. "I love you too." She whispered under her breath.

“Okay,” he smiled slightly and touched her shoulder, “Tag you’re it,”

The words suddenly faded, changing. She was confused, this had never happened before. Instead, they were the opposite. Each harmful word replaced with their helpful counterpart. She noticed that each one was one he had told her. They all faded, except for suicidal. It was the one gleaming issue that remained. Until it too faded. It morphed slowly until it was revealed to say I love you. She smiled a little. "I love you too." She whispered under her breath.

Ryan smiled, it wasn’t big and it was barely happy. “I don’t know how to answer that,” he held onto her. At least she knew he loved her.

“Okay,” he smiled slightly and touched her shoulder, “Tag you’re it,”

Lillian laughed and she touched his shoulder, "No your it."

“Let’s establish some rules, there are tag backs and no quitting,” he grinned, “With that said, you’re it,”

"Oh wonderful, a twenty year tag game," Lillian was grinning as she hit his shoulder before backing away, "And now you're it."

Darren rolled off the couch, struggling to stand. “Let the games begin,”

Lillian wanted to help him, but knew it could be a trap, "They already have."

“This is no good for my head,” he winced but walked toward her anyways.

"Then maybe we should save this for later babe,"" Lillian suggested still backing away.

“Never,” he walked after her faster.

She moved away faster, "I'm jut worried your going to get hurt or something."

"Some questions have no answers." She mumbled. She ran her fingers over the new scars on her wrists. They looked like normal self harm scars but she knew they weren't. They'd fade in a few days but one day they'd be back.

She moved away faster, "I'm jut worried your going to get hurt or something."

“Then maybe you should come here,” he smiled.

"Some questions have no answers." She mumbled. She ran her fingers over the new scars on her wrists. They looked like normal self harm scars but she knew they weren't. They'd fade in a few days but one day they'd be back.

“What happened?” he wiped tears from his cheeks.

She moved away faster, "I'm jut worried your going to get hurt or something."

“Then maybe you should come here,” he smiled.

"I see what you are trying to do," Lillian laughed slightly, "And I'm not falling for it."

"I-I don't know. It's happened a few times before but I never know what causes it." She squeezed her wrist.

She moved away faster, "I'm jut worried your going to get hurt or something."

“Then maybe you should come here,” he smiled.

"I see what you are trying to do," Lillian laughed slightly, "And I'm not falling for it."

“Well, if I get hurt I’m blaming you,” he joked before running at her, chasing her into the kitchen.

"I-I don't know. It's happened a few times before but I never know what causes it." She squeezed her wrist.

“T-The words and the… never mind, are you okay?”