Lick your lips and shake your hips...
Amelia sighed.
"We never really understood it," she admitted. "Why she wanted to kill herself. She had everything going for her. Absolutely everything. But..." she swallowed. "I remember... the first time she had arrived at the hospital. She had brought herself." She shuddered. "And there had been blood everywhere."
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"Amelia! Amelia!"
She turned to see another nurse run up to her.
"Ah! What is it?"
"It's Sangre, Amelia!" The other replied as he neared. "It's Sangre! And she's bleeding EVERYWHERE! Hurry! She's being rushed to the ER right now!"
With that, Amelia was rushing out of the room and following her coworker.
When she arrived at the ER, she could hear screaming. Sangre.
"NO!" She heard the younger woman yell. "NO! STOP! LET IT BLEED! DON'T! STOP BANDAGING ME! I DON'T WANT IT! LET ME DIE!"
"IF YOU DIDN'T COME HERE FOR US TO SAVE YOUR LIFE, THEN WHY DID YOU COME HERE?!" Amelia heard a nurse demand.
"BECAUSE!" Sangre cried raggedly, sounding like she was about to break down into tears. "BECAUSE! I CAN'T FEEL IT!"
When Amelia stepped into the room, blood was all over the walls.
Her eyes widened.
I CAN'T FEEL IT!
Those words would haunt her for years to come.
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"She couldn't feel it," Amelia breathed, her eyes downcast. "The reason she hurt herself, the reason she threatened her life so many times - she couldn't feel it. She couldn't feel the pain that came with it. And it terrified her. She kept hurting herself, tearing herself apart, in hopes that she could feel it. That she could feel that pain." Amelia sniffed, and covered it up with a cough. "We never figured out why she couldn't feel it. And we never figured out why she didn't die. In all the years she's been here, she's never had a blood-transfusion. Her wounds had healed - all of them - in a matter of hours. And she hated it. She hated it with every fiber of her being."
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Amelia gazed at the girl's shaking shoulders sadly, wondering how she could help.
"Sangre-"
"Why is this happening, Amelia?" The other bit out, cutting her off. "Why? Why me? Why the ******** me? I don't understand! What did I ever do to deserve such torment? What did I do?!" She shook her head, her entire body trembling as she covered her face with her hands. "I don't deserve this!"
I hate this!
Amelia swallowed. Moving to sit next to the other, she set a frail hand on the other girl's powerful shoulders.
"It'll be okay," Amelia breathed. "It'll be okay. You'll see."
Sighing shakily, Sangre shook her head and took her head from her hands.
"No," she breathed softly, gazing her arms. The scars where the wounds had been only a few hours before were there, stark white against her skin, crisscrossing with the dozens of others that she already hid underneath black gloves. "It won't."
Sangre's eyes were dry.
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Amelia's eyes were wet. She shook her head.
"I felt completely helpless," she managed to get out, taking off her glasses to rub at her eyes gently. "We could do nothing to help her. We couldn't even take her own life for her."
((Whew... long post. xd ))
I'll make you scream with a single kiss...
