Slitting Wrists Ch. 5

The first thing I do is take a couple breaths and let my anxiety flow out around; nobody knows me enough to understand what I'm going through at the moment.  I drag my bag with me as I take a couple steps over to study the fountain, finding it ironic that it's of an angel with wings.  I take the time to admire the white marble and the water cascading down into the pool beneath, enjoying the beauty it omits in peace, or so I think.

"Beautiful isn't it?"  A boy asks, causing me to scream out in surprise.

I hadn't noticed someone stepped up beside me, let alone their presence.  I whip around to stare at the boy who scared me to death.  He stands at least a foot over me.  His hair is a dark brownish color and his eyes are wide and pretty much the same shade.  His nose is straight and fits his face just perfectly.  His lips are a light shade of pink and luscious, not to mention he has a snakebite and lip ring.

"Do you even speak, or do you just scream?"  He teases.

I resist the acute urge to smack him for even trying to joke around with me.  "As a matter of fact I do buster."

"Ooh.  Sharp tongue.  What's the name that goes with it Sharp Tongue?"

Now he's just crossing the line.  "You're a bitch aren't ya buddy?"

"Now there isn't a need for name calling sweetheart."  He notes.

"And what do you think you're calling me you hypocrite?"

He sighs and shakes his head.  "Okay, let's start over.  Hi, my name is Kyle.  What's your name?"

I look at his offered hand in disdain.  "Alexa."

"Alexa… Greek for protector of mankind.  Tell me Alexa, are you really a protector of mankind?"  He asks.

Man am I losing patiences with him now; I absolutely hate teasing.  "I don't know, you tell me smartass."  I retort.

All he does is smile a sweet smile and laugh.  "Hah!  I've never been called a smartass before.  Thank you.  So… what are you in here for?"

"Why does it matter to you?"

"Because we might be in the same ward."  He replies.

"Who cares?!  I plan on getting out of here early."  I shout.

"Okay, fine.  If that's how you want to play the game…" - He replies with a sigh; he grabs the hem of his sleeve and pulls it up, revealing an arm with a ton of scars - "I'm in here for cutting and trying to commit suicide."

I give a huffy sigh and roll up the sleeve of my long sleeved black shirt, silently showing him my scars.  "You happy now Mr. Nosey?"

"Yes.  Very much."  He takes my arm and kisses the scab left from my recent attempt.  I yank my arm out from his grasp and roll the sleeve down, taking a step away from him instantaneously.  "Ooh, you're very touchy.  Tell me, did something happen to you to make you this way?"

"Maybe, maybe not."  I retort ingeniously.

"Come on baby.  We all tell what's happened to us."  He begs, tracing my jaw with his index finger before tapping my nose.

I completely lose it now because before I know it, my hand curls into a fist and collides with his face.