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Rumi looked around, frantically searching for something very Important to her. A little red medkit that was usually kept and tucked away safely in the very back of a drawer in her dresser.
After finding the little thing, Rumi had rushed to her bathroom being overwhelmed while her cheeks were soaked with tears, with puffy red eyes. She goes into her private bathroom and neatly takes out the razor in the very organized little compact box, along with some gauze, ointment, and some wrap with a few bandaids.
She hurriedly rips off her hoodie to reveal purple pulsing patterned like marks sewn into her skin, built within her since birth. But along the longest ones on her forearms leading to her shoulders they are lined with other types of scars, ones that were carefully sketched and traced with precise precision to mark each one perfect. none were made by demons or others, the kind of perfect only yourself can do.
Rumi Held up the blade to some past ones, no deep scars there but she figured that would probably change tonight.
Rumi takes the edge of the blade and presses deep into the top of the pattern, slowly making her way down applying more pressure to go deeper as she does farther down.
Blood starts to trinkle down her arm but that's what she has the towels for. Clenching her teeth while sucking in a big breath resisting the urge to scream, or cry, or let any of her pain escape any of the walls she has been carefully crafting up for years ever since she had learned how to walk.
“Our Faults And Fears Shall Never Be Seen. ” Celine, her adoptive mom would say, whispering into the child's ear whenever they were too rough in practice.
Once Rumi felt she had enough and was satisfied with her “Art” she figured she could get cleaned up and wrapped up to go and get the girls ready for breakfast, pancakes, a dish that was Zoey's favorite in the states, to celebrate a new successful song, “How It's Done” She was so proud of her girls, of Mira and Zoey.
The two had always worked in synce together, they all had but Mira and Zoey just had that special kind of connection.
One that Rumi could never have, she doesn't deserve that love, not yet, not until the honmoon is golden and she can be rid of these patterns.
(So what if she has some left over scars afterwards?)
Rumi stepped out of her room, placed the kit back where it belonged, and made her way into the kitchen with a fresh new hoodie on.
She could practically smell all the sugar radiating off of those pancakes, them being Zoey from knowing her for so long. She walked into the kitchen sniffing the air,
“Ooohh, what's that? Smells delicious” Rumi grinned while looking over at the red head cooking and flipping one over. Zoey, the youngest practically jumped out of her seat to hug the girl-skipping over towards her, Rumi can't help but smile along with zoeys infectious happiness.“GOOD MORNING RUMIIII!!! ”
Zoey squeals hugging her tightly. Rumi flinches at the contact of her shoulder and zoeys hands praying they didn't notice, but of course they did, Zoey and Mira notice everything.
They knew better then to ask why she had always worn long sleeves around them, but still of course they were worried, they loved Rumi, if something were to happen to their leader everything would fall apart, it would feel as if a piece of them were torn apart, after all their souls were all bounded together by the honmoon.
They asked if she had wanted some pancakes, to which Rumi declined but still commented on how good they looked even though she knows they make her sick to her stomach. Mira and Zoey give a concerned glance to each other.
Mira and Zoey sat together on the couch.
“ We need to talk about Rumi” Mira sighed waiting for Zoeys reaction.
“I agree. I'm worried about her and I'm sure I'm not the only one... ” Zoey slowly looked up. It went silent for a bit, Mira was the one to break it. “ She could always just be hurt from fighting demons?.. She always takes the brunt of most impacts just throwing her ass into trouble.”
“That still doesn't explain the long sleeves”
“She could just be insecure?” Mira waited for an answer but found Zoey looking out of it, stuck in her own head she zoned out.
“Could she.. Be hurting herself?...” Zoey said lightly slowly looking up hoping for an immediate No, but she knew it could very well be possible. Mira looked shocked for a split second but took another to think about it and once she came to her conclusion, she figured she'd just wait to say her thoughts.
“What makes you think that?” Zoey looks down at her hands, fidgeting with them because of her nervousness as she begins to speak again, even lighter this time voice above a whisper.
“I'm no stranger to the concept.. Because of my parents and all in America I would have checkups with the school councilor.. And I suppose she asked a few times if I have or not.. ” Zoey looked up a bit, to see Mira's worried expression, she could basically read her thoughts and rushed to finish her sentence,
“I never did! But it's not hard to get those kinds of thoughts when someone else offers them into your head basically. ” Mira shoulders relaxed a bit and seemed to agree with what Zoey had said.
“Then we'll check up on Rumi, talk to her tonight yeah? Maybe we can even get some dinner before to try and see if she'll talk. ” Zoey smiled a little, it didn't reach her eyes but Mira knows she ment it,
“Okay” Zoey said as she leaned forwards and hugged Mira with tears threatening to overspill in her eyes. Mira too, the both of them. They both had recognized the eating problem too, but figured they both would save it for another time considering how sad they are already.