Scar Taka

Scar Taka || 20 || Nightmares

[runningwith--scissors]

“I just want to talk, is that not allowed or something?”

[bepreparedforscar]

“I don’t really care.”

[bepreparedforscar]

“What do you want?”

[runningwith--scissors]

“Then what’s your deal, Scar? What do you want?”

[bepreparedforscar]

“I--..”

[runningwith--scissors]

“What do you want from me, Scar? One minute you hate me and the next you love me. I don’t get it.”

[bepreparedforscar]

“I never hated you,” he mumbled.

[runningwith--scissors]

“What you think some kiss is just gonna make me fall into your arms and never let you go or something?”

[bepreparedforscar]

“I was hoping..”

[runningwith--scissors]

“I love you too, but I know you’re trouble and I know you’re gonna hurt me. Even if you don’t mean to, I know you can’t help it.”

[bepreparedforscar]

“I know. It must mean something. This must.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“Did you just say all that stuff because you felt bad for me? Or did you mean it?”

[bepreparedforscar]

“I meant every word I said. When I saw all the blood.. I thought you were going to die right there in my arms. I knew if I didn't say it then I never would get the chance. Despite everything about me that makes me who I am as a person, I couldn't it let me stop me. Not this time.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“Look who’s acting like they care now… What do you want?”

[bepreparedforscar]

“I just spent three days in a hospital with you.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“Don’t ask and just give me a light.”

[bepreparedforscar]

“How are you feeling?”

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[runningwith--scissors]

Isis felt a wave of relief wash over her as she settled back into what seemed to be his chest. It was difficult to feel anything in that moment, her body going numb from the pain. Perhaps her body was protecting her in that way and instead just letting her feel nothing. Her eyes were getting heavier as her breaths shortened. Something had found it’s way into her lungs, she guessed it was her blood. She thought it might suffocate her which didn’t seem pleasant but as long as she got an escape. Through a strained breath she spoke softly to him. “I’m not scared. I’ve been waiting for this.” Isis let her body relax as she closed her eyes. If she just accepted it then it would go faster. “I’ve always loved you. Just remember me.” 

[bepreparedforscar]

When the paramedics came and loaded her into the back of the ambulance, Scar sat in the back with her on the way. His wait in the lobby was agonizingly long-- or so it seemed. When he was finally told Isis was stable and he could see her he hesitantly went in the room. He sat in the armchair in the corner and leaned his head back. With his eyes closed he let himself get lost in his thoughts, waiting for her to wake up. Part of her hoped she didn’t remember what he said and part of him did. He could so easily walk out of there right now and not look back, which he should have done, but there was a force stronger than he understood that was holding him back.

[runningwith--scissors]

Isis looked to him, twisting her wrist away. If she could just make him stop she could finish this. “I can’t do this anymore. Don’t you get it? I don’t want to live anymore. I can’t.” She moved backwards, quickly trying to get the shirt off of her wrist. “Why would you do that? Why would you say that? You say all these things but you never mean them. The only time you care is when you can loose me.” She hit the wall and slid down onto the floor, her feet beginning to loose feeling. Soon it would be over if she could just manage to make him stop. “I can’t do it anymore…” With that she took the knife back into her hand and pressed it into her abdomen. It wouldn’t be long now.

[bepreparedforscar]

Scar grabbed the knife from her hand and tossed it across the room. “NO!” he shouted at her. “You can do it. Don’t you dare back out now. Just because your mother doesn’t give a shit about you doesn’t mean I don’t. I-- I may never show it the right way but I do.” He pulled his phone out and pressed the ‘911′ button on his phone screen, knowing they would track his cell and be there soon. He made a mental note to destroy the phone later. Scar held Isis in his arms and sunk to the floor with her. He pressed his hands on her stomach and bent his legs up so she would lean against him more. “Please just stay with me. Ek is lief vir jou. I love you.” He held her close to him, scared if he let go she would die. When he heard the sirens outside of the building he let out a small sigh of relief. “Just a little longer, liefde.” 

[runningwith--scissors]

“Let. Me. Go.”

[bepreparedforscar]

“Isis... Isis, no..” He grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls her back. “Why would you do this? I--” for once in his life he was at a loss for words. “You could have.. I would have..” He rips the sleeve of his shirt off and wraps it around her wrist. “I would die if you left me. Never do this again. Please..promise me. I-- I.. I care too much.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“You know I still hate you, right?”

[bepreparedforscar]

“I know.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“You are literally so ridiculous.”

[bepreparedforscar]

[runningwith--scissors]

“You want to bleed too? I will and you know it.”

[bepreparedforscar]

“Shut up.”

[runningwith--scissors]

“You did not get blood on my shirt… Seriously…”

[bepreparedforscar]

“Don’t be a bitch and you won’t get hit. Not my problem if you get your own blood on your shirt.”