Black Blood Wounds
My friend of misery
Something felt.... Off.... I sat on my bed, staring at the wall, too deep in thought to be aware of anything around me. Blaze looked like she was having a good time when we were at yogurt land. She looked like any other eighteen year old girl. Making jokes, laughing when Chris got a brain freeze from eating his yogurt way too fast, and talking about her dream to sing in a rock band. Anyone would take one look at her and assume that she was happy. I looked into her eyes, and saw so much pain and suffering that I wanted to take her into my arms and tell her that everything was going to be okay. I saw pent up anger and self loathing. I saw.... Death.... Her soul looked dead, like she was just a shell of the girl that she used to be. My thoughts were interrupted by Crow rubbing his head against my arm, trying to get my attention. I smiled at him and petted his head softly, making him purr softly. I didn't know what to do. It wasn't the first time I have seen that look before either. My best friend, CC, had the exact same look in his eyes. I saw it, but didn't do anything. He tried to kill himself when we were on tour.... I had walked into the bathroom of our tour bus, and he was on the floor. The bottle of pain medicine was empty, and a letter was next to it, telling us goodbye and that he was bi, but he knew that no one would ever accept him. I rushed him to the hospital and saved him. Now, three years later, he's in a committed relationship with Chis, and is happy again. I don't want Blaze to do the same thing that he did.... No one should have to go through that...