Oblivion

Dedicated to Milloyx

Shout outs to Renezmee Black, Cisselah, Star1095, x Angel warrior x, Sam and Dean , and Kinanbon x3

Disclaimed

-Mary-Lynnette-

It was painfully easy. So easy, I feared it was what they wanted, me, with all my problems, gone forever. I snuck into the kitchen and found what I was looking for.

It was shiny, so shiny I could see my reflection. Shiny was good, shiny was sharp.

The drawer whispered shut and I made my way over to the backdoor, around the island and on the other side of the kitchen.

The door pulled open easily, thanks to the clear piece of tape I had stuck on the tongue to prevent the snick that was heard throughout the house. I snuck out; my feet numb and bear in the cool, dark air.

Now that I was out, I allowed a few tears to slide down my numb cheeks, but no sound. The ice locked around my lungs preventing that.

My ribs now wound around my body like a bony corset, and air froze in my lungs in ice crystals.

I slipped out the back door and inhaled the cold night air. I enjoyed the icy burn in my throat and lungs.

The grass muffled my footfalls as I padded up the hill. I was panting and light headed when I reached the top. I was so strong, strong enough to only consume 700 calories a day.

I lay on the ground and counted the stars. When I lost count, I picked up my silver instrument and played music over my arms.

"What the hell are you doing?" a voice asked from next to me, he wrenched the blade from my grasp. "Are you stupid? What the hell would Ash say?"

"What do you know of Ash?" I asked bitterly, too desperate to care that he'd seen me like this. Who was he to Ash?

"How do you know Ash?" I asked again, needing the slightest hint of news.

He didn't answer; he just looked at me with wide eyes. Watching me, judging me.

"How dare you judge me? You don't know me, you don't know how it feels." I hissed angrily.

He looked at me furiously. "I do know how it feels. Ash stole my Soul Mate. I told him this would happen."

I was surprised despite myself. I raised an eyebrow. "You're his cousin James. I've heard about you."

He laughed mirthlessly. "Well I haven't heard very much about you." He caught my sad look and continued. "Its very smart of him. If anyone knew about you two, they would be honor bound to kill you. Without him hear, they'd most likely succeed."

A car pulled up below. "There's our ride, come one." He grabbed my hand, which was slick with the blood still draining from my veins.

I saw him gaze at the blood and lift his horrified eyes to mine, but black clouds billowed over my eyes and fatigue wrapped hungry chains around my body and dragged into blackness.