Beauty Is Thin 12

Beauty from pain. Ashes risen in the rain. Simple, yet there's no gain.


“I'm disappointed in you...”  I heard her softly say as I lay on my bed, staring towards the ceiling.

“What?” I asked, trying to pretend as if I didn't know what Shyla was talking about.

Of course I knew though, I had heard those exact words from her time after time.

'I finally looked at her when she didn't answer, and saw a sadness in her eyes. She really was disappointed. In a way of answering me, her eyes slid down my wrist, hurting so much more than any razor blade.

I sighed loudly, rolling my eyes, then hid my arm. I looked back at her to see the disappointment had grown.

“And whats that?” She motioned to my desk, where I had a razor half hidden in a mint box.

I went back to defense mode, “What?!” I asked again raising my voice this time.

“The mint box.” Shyla calmly said.

I was out of ways to avoid her.

“Ehh.” I quietly answered, moving towards it to cover it up and take it away.

She was faster though, and darted toward it before I could snatch it. She stood up from the chair she had been lying in and stepped back, making it clear she wasn't going to give it back so easily.

I sat up from my bed and took a step towards her, causing her to take another two steps back.

“Shyla, please. I have others, sharper ones too. Thats my dullest, I'll just get another.” I argued, babbling about anything to get her to give it back.

“No, this isn't right! It's an addiction! This is your monkey!” She said completely seriously.

“My monkey?!” I half laughed,  trying to get the mood peaceful enough for her to calm down.

“Yes, a monkey is an addiction. Anyways! What would Jody say?! You know she doesn't want you cutting.” She smirked, knowing that this would effect me more than anything else she had to say.

It was true. Without warning these thoughts began to enter.  Jody's words floated through my head...All the times she had tried calmly to convince me to stop, telling me how it had effected her, and how it had taken over her life. Yet even through her telling me this, it wasn't enough to get me to stop in the end. Her words had worked for one month, my record. Everything wears off at some point though...

My only choice was to ignore this last comment.

I quickly reached out to her in attempt to grab the razor from her hand, only ending in falling forward slightly.

“Shyla, please!” I begged.

“No! You need to stop!” She demanded in an angry yet sad tone.

I lunged forward again, this time successfully grabbing her by the arm, “Shy! Just give me the razor!” I demanded. We fell to the ground, practically wrestling each other for it.

Abruptly she dropped the razor and ran out of the door, closing it behind her quickly. I rushed to the razor and safely secured it under a small vase in my room, then walked to the door and opened it to find Shyla right out side.

“I'm telling Jody.” It was almost like an evil grin creeped across her face as she said this.

I smiled, amused she would even joke about something like that, “No Shy.”

As quickly as the wrestling match between us had ended, a new match began. She ducked around me and went straight for my computer. I tried desperately to pry her off, only using one arm so I could hide the freshly cut one.

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Alright so first of all, I'm sorry about the wait between chapters, I really am. Its just I was so amazed that many of you though badly of Jody! :0 Thats awful! :/ So I had been writing about all the great times that Jody has helped me, when what I wrote about today happened and I got inspired to write about it. Althoughhh this does involve Jody ;)

So for all of you who think badly of Jody...My new goal is to change your thinking! >:D

hehe ^_^ Love you all, and thanks so much for the long comments, they always inspire me <3