Reyas POV
Everything, it's crashing, burning, spiraling out of control. My thoughts are racing down an ever present abyss, my mascara has bled all down my face and onto my neck and chest. My eyes burn, along with. My heaving chest. Andy has been trying to call me, but I don't want to hear his lullaby apology. I know I can't stay mad at him. I know...I will get lured into whatever twisted lie he can concoct. 'She kissed me' 'It was an accident' 'It was a freak thing, didn't mean anything!' Its three in the morning. I can't sleep. I'm too wound up now. Damn it, I'm exhausted, but I know I can't sleep right now. I need my music. Anything to calm me, anything other than my blade. I can't use it again for a few days, at least till the current slashes scab over. I reach out to my speaker remote and hit 'playlist' and then 'R & C' my rock list.

Let's go again!
Ten thousand times
I've tried, I've tried to call you
I know you wanna talk
I need to show you how I hurt

So answer me,
Talk to me,
So answer me,
Where's your sympathy?

You pour your salt into my wounds
And make me feel like I'm to blame
You pour your salt into my wounds
I won't play your game

Obsession, rejection
Your final breath is my possession
Obsession, rejection
Your final breath is now my possession

Ten thousand times
I've tried, I've tried to hate you
Forget your pretty little lies
It's time for me to make you hurt

So answer me,
Talk to me,
So answer me,
Where's your empathy?

You pour your salt into my wounds
And make me feel like I'm to blame
You pour your salt into my wounds
I won't play your game

Obsession, rejection
Your final breath is my possession
Obsession, rejection
Your final breath is now my possession

Keep pouring salt into my wounds
Keep making me feel like I'm to blame
Keep pouring salt into my wounds,
Keep making me feel like I'm to blame
Keep pouring salt into my wounds,
I won't play your game!

So answer me,
Talk to me,
So answer me,
Where's your sympathy?

You pour your salt into my wounds
And make me feel like I'm to blame
You pour your salt into my wounds
I won't play your game

Obsession, rejection
Your final breath is my possession
Obsession, rejection
Your final breath your final breath...

(Obsession) I've told you before
(Rejection) Your tears don't fall
(Obsession) I've been here before
(Rejection) They crash around me

I don't let the tears fall, instead I wipe them away. I stand in front of my mirror, glaring at my reflection. My eyes look dead, my skin even more sickly pale than usual. The red in my bangs is fading out. I pick up a pair of scissors and cut the red right out. I had just normal side swoop bangs, but I'm cutting them to be more scene. My hair is already partially layered. I set down the scissors and pick up my magic eye cream. Siren had made this cream that mremoves the puffiness and swelling in your eyes after you've cried. I don't care that it's three in the morning, I put on make up. I curl every lash just perfect and cover my lips in a light coat of gloss. I'm satisfied with myself. I pull off my BVB shirt and bury it in closet. I put on my To Write Love on her Arms shirt and a my red denim shorts. I lay down in bed, my phone begins vibrating.

"What the fuck do you want?" I growl as answer.
"Reya! I'm so glad you answered, I've been trying to reach you for a few hours."
"You reached me, now what do you want?"
"I want to apologize, I should have never kissed Juliet. We were just talking and then she was just there and I didn't realize-" Andy rambled.
"Andy, stop. Im not mad."
"And I-wait what?...You're not?"
"Of course not," I answered cooly. "I'm fucking furious."
"Reya, please I'm-"

"Forget it Andy, this is over. We are over. Enjoy Juliet, she got what she wanted."
i hung up, tears welling again, I swear I just physically felt my heart snap in half.
He wouldn't know the pain now. I did something so horrible, I removed the bandage and walked to my mirror. I let my head drop and exposed all the slashes. I held up my phone, and took a picture of it. The tears dont fall, they crash around me. I've tried and tried, but no matter what I do, things will never be better for me. I know he wants to talk, but he needs to know how I hurt. I know it's not my fault but I feel like I'm to blame. Where's his empathy? I won't play this game. I'll pour the salt into his wounds. Rejection.

Notes

I hope you guys like Bullet for my Valentine too. I'm obsessed with them too. Especially this song. I had horrible writers block until I heard it and was like I KNOW WHAT TO DO!

check out my other series Fight for FEAR