'Fantastic...' I mumbled, wiping the tears from my eyes onto my
oversized black sweater. 'Why would she do that...? What did I
ever do to her? 'Grumbling frustrated my anger began to build up.
'What proof does she even have, what did I do! What a fucking
load of bull shit.' In a fit of rage, I threw the vase of flowers
Derek gave me at the wall, causing it to shatter all over the
floor. My eyes pierced into the scattered pieces, the flowers
lying drenched. My head felt almost as if smoke was radiating
heat from it. Memories began to flood my brain, a deep sigh
escaping my lips. The thoughts made me cave, as I crawled over
and began to pick up the broken pieces.
Whilst picking up the pieces, my hands began to slightly shake. I could feel the build-up of tears once again, but I shook it off. Then, sharp pain. Blood began to ooze out of my finger, the slice had cut almost halfway up my thumb. After viewing the dark red liquid, I began to feel woozy. Panicking, I looked for something to stop the bleeding and grabbed a crumpled up cloth from under my bed, which had also happened to be Leena's tank top she leant me. Oh well.
Shaking my foggy head, I picked myself up from the floor and
hurriedly rushed to the bathroom. Once I turned the corner I
could see the door to the bathroom wide open, luckily no one was
in there. That's when someone cut in front of me. 'Where you in
such a hurry to eh, Sis?' Gripping onto the tank top tighter, I
avoided eye contact. 'Jeez Tyler, I don't have time for this. I
need to get to the washroom. Move.' The way I mumbled those words
came off almost as a hiss, as I attempted to squeeze by him
He chuckled. 'Ooooh scary. What are you going to do? Slap me to death? Go to the other bathroom. ' Nodding his head he looked down the stairs, where the other bathroom was. 'This one is closer, come on just let me go.' He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Figuring he was allowing me to pass through, I stepped forward. Just in time his left leg raised blocking my way once again. 'What's with the hurry?' He asked suspiciously. 'Nothing...' I lied, trying to climb over his leg.
'Also I heard a loud smash. Don't tell me you smashed something else? Mom is going to start to get suspicious if anything else goes missing; you need to find something else to take your anger out on. Ever heard of a stress ball?' He asked cheekily, cocking one eyebrow at me as I ignored him.
Once again I attempted to climb over his leg, and without saying anything he wrapped his arms around my waist and tackled me to the floor while tickling my sides. I suppressed my laughter, and tried to stay serious; didn't work out so well. 'Tyler... Stop… Stop it!' I demanded, laughing. He grabbed hold of one of my hands and pinned it to the floor, looking straight at me. 'God you are weak, you could at least try and get me off.' I looked back up into his eyes, frozen as he looked back at me. Moments later he flinched as the warm damp cloth touched his palm, breaking eye contact and pulling my hand towards him, almost about to unravel the cloth.
My other hand grabbed the cloth out of his hand and pushed him
off my body, wrapping it back around to stop the blood. Tyler
rolled his eyes and stood up, staring down at me. 'Was that
really necessary? Self-harm isn't the answer to anything.' His
large hand pushed the hair out of his face, as I just laughed
under my breath. 'It isn't self-harm. I just accidentally cut
myself on the broken glass from the vase in my room, and was
going to the bathroom to clean my thumb. You are just really
nosy.' With that I stood up quickly and shoved past him, slamming
the bathroom door behind me. 'Then why were you crying?' He must
have been leaning right up against the door, because although he
said it in somewhat of a whisper I could hear him clearly. His
voice had changed, it sounded soft and kind.
My left hand grabbed hold of the cold water tap and turned it slightly so it was just a drizzle. 'It really isn't a big deal, and this is just a scratch. I will be OK.' I slowly unravelled the cloth from my hand and placed my blood covered thumb under the tap. Cringing from the pain, I bit my lip. 'Was it Derek again?' The sound of his fist slamming against the door made me jump. Tyler never liked him, even when Derek and I first started dating. He didn't seem to ever approve and would always give him dirty looks and sneak rude comments under his breath whenever he could; I never understood where this immense amount of hatred came from.
'No, it wasn't his fault. Leena and I got into a fight.. I am not even sure why she was so angry.' The blood had stopped running, as I leaned onto my palms staring straight into the mirror. 'Now that I think about it, it doesn't even make sense completely.' There was silence on the other side of the door; nothing but the sound of breathing and the slow drips of water from the sink was heard. 'So you are upset because the two of you aren't speaking to each other right now..?'
A genuine laugh escaped from my lips, a smile on my face. 'Pft, I could care less if the two of us are talking right now to be honest. She's ridiculous and likes to stir up trouble.' Although my voice came off as angry and confident, I could feel the tears building up once again. I fought as hard as I could to keep them back, but they fought harder and began to fall one after the other down my cheeks. I could feel the pain in my chest rising again, 'no. Don't let her win.' I thought to myself, slowly sinking onto the floor with my head in my hands. 'Well then don't talk to-' 'she broke me and Derek up. He wouldn't believe me, only her.. It's her fault, and for such a stupid reason..'
More tears spilled out, I couldn't keep quiet. My ginger hair stuck to my face as the water fell from my eyes. 'What was the reason?" He asked calmly, as if not affected by what I had said at all. A flash of embarrassment hit me hard, my face slowly turning red. I could feel the heat from my cheeks as I whipped the tears from my face. I stayed silent, trying to calm myself down. 'I don't want to talk about it.' This was all I could manage to say as I took deep breaths. A deep sigh came from the other side of the door. 'Alright, well it's none of my business anyway. I guess I am just "nosy."' The sound of his feet walking away from the bathroom could be heard until he finally reached his room and shut the door.
To be completely honest, I was surprised that he didn't say anything more about me and Derek splitting up. Didn't he hate Derek? Wouldn't he be happier? My eyelids began to feel heavy, the contents of that day rolling over and over again in my head trying to make more sense of it.