E-mail: angelchildr@freaky.nu
Rating: R
Summary: A piece that doesn't fit the style of the others, although it's set in the same place. The girl in this is the same as the other stories.
Series: "Crisis Wing" - Part 4
Distribution: http://penned-insanity.freaky.nu/ (My site) or ask.
Author's Note: "Crisis Wing" is a disturbing series. Please be warned.

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The boys sat in a pair of chairs in the common room, close to the hallway that led to the Level 1 rooms. They'd been sitting and talking for nearly 20 minutes when Jonah looked across the room where she sat in the corner of one of the couches, staring off into space. Her eyes were vacant, her mind miles away from the room in which she sat.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Who?" Mike asked, turning to look across the room. "Oh. Nothing. She's just thinking."

"About what?"

"What do you think?"

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The color bloomed against her skin, the rich contrast alarming to anyone but her. In her eyes, it was beautiful. Calming. Right.

It only took a brief, stinging pressure to part the skin; the blade sliding through it was unlike anything else. The harsh drag of it echoed through her fingers, setting ice at the back of her neck. It always took several, heart-stopping seconds before the color melted up from the shallow trenches, tickling a path as it eventually ran down the side of her leg.

Red on white. Like Valentine's Day for twisted hearts.

The ache in her mind began to recede, the slithering sting crawling along her nerves. It wasn't enough. One time was never enough, and she watched as a steady hand guided the tiny scrap of silver back to her skin.

Three, then four. The trails kept growing as the numbers did, seeping from the thin lines that never bled quite enough to rid her mind of the pain that haunted her and skulked around the corners of her mind.

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She blinked, drawing herself back from the siren-song memories. Looking down, she quickly pulled her hand away from where it had been chafing the skin of her leg through her pants. Her eyes focused again on the common room, locking on the pair that had been watching her.

"Don't let the nurses catch you doing that. They'll tell the doc, and he'll up your meds again."

Mike's words were met with a brief furrow of her eyebrows before she stood and crossed the worn carpet to where they sat. She looked down at them intensely before slipping around the corner, down the long hall, and back into her room.

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