Chapter Seventeen

 

“What did you say to him?”  Sara’s stare pierced through Jared like a sword through flesh.

“To who?”

“You know who…  What’d you say?”

“I told him if he ever messed with you two again he’d have more problems than a broken nose and a bloodied face.”

“I’m flattered…”  Sara looked at him in disbelief.

“I feel a ‘but’ coming on…”  Jared sighed.

“Yeah.  I’m flattered, but he’s crazy enough to just come after us again.  Maybe with even more force and even more hatred.  F**k.”

“I’ll take care of you two.  I swear I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Yeah, too bad that’s a promise you can’t necessarily keep.”  Sara stormed off to the bathroom and closed the door.  Sara locked it tight.

Nervous breakdown, just what I need.  Sara was regretful that she wasn’t at home.  Somehow, cutting herself in her ex boyfriend’s house– Is he even an ex anymore?  – With her best friend there too didn’t seem so grateful.  She did it anyway, she was thinking too much, besides it was the only way she knew in order to control the situation that she was in and release a little.  Just a couple, not too deep.  She rummaged through the cabinets looking for something to keep the blood spill to a minimum.  To her relief, Jared had a first aid kit.  Complete with non-adhesive pads, gauze, and medical tape.

Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she drug a blade down her right forearm, exhaling while she did it.  Instead of opening her eyes and watching the blood pool on her arm, in the cut, and dribble out, she leaned against the wall and felt it.  It was like all of the bad was being cleansed from her aura, her mind.  When she felt it spill over the clean edge of the cut, she drew the blade back to her wrist, and guided it down again.  Quiet and peaceful relief.  Little did she know, this too, would only be temporary. Sara drifted off to sleep.  Distantly, she heard someone banging on the door, even shouting her name.  It sounded urgent.  She should have cared, but she couldn’t find the inspiration to get up and unlock the door.  That took way too much energy.  She drifted, floated along in an unending blackness.  Nothing to worry about.  No responsibilities.  Nothing.  That was the point.