Skye
I stared at my hair a little longer, surprised by how nice it looked then blinked at Dylan who just smiled at me.
"Shall we go eat breakfast?" He asked rubbing my shoulders. Felt weird but also felt really nice... I nodded and turned to leave the bathroom but he stopped me by gently lifting my chin up and kissing me. "I love you." Dylan said after we pulled apart.
"I love you too." Man it's been fucking forever since I've said that... I still mean it obviously, but still... way too long. His smile grew then he slowly pushed me out of the bathroom and pulled out his own device to make a portal. "Why not just have me teleport us wherever?" I asked in confusion.
"Cause it's a surprise Quetzal." Dylan answered amused as always. I jokingly rolled my eyes and sighed as I crossed my arms to wait. "You might wanna get dressed first, unless you want to go in pajamas." He said before actually making a portal. Shit right... I wanted to go upstairs and change so I could hurt myself more, but knew he'd call me out on being able to shift my clothes so I didn't bother and just shifted them.
"Aight let's go." I said, causing him to chuckle. We went through the portal and landed between some trees. Dylan led the way to where he wanted to take me and after a few short silent minutes of walking he had taken me to our usual icecream place. I raised a brow and questioned, "You're getting me ice cream, for breakfast?"
Dylan smiled and replied, "Knew you wouldn't have a problem with it. Come on." Then grabbed my hand and walked me in. He ordered for me and we sat down in one of our usual spots.
"So you figured you'd take me on a date again since we've only ever been on one?" I teased, smiling slightly and trying to hide it.
"Well, the negative part of your head needs to be convinced that you're cared about. So I thought a date would be a nice start." Dylan answered smiling too. My own smile grew as I tried eating to cover it up. But deep inside, in that cage of darkness, I didn't feel like being happy or smiling at all, I wanted to just go cut myself some more. Try and bleed the negativeness out even though I know it wouldn't work permanently. I kept those thoughts to myself however and didn't let Dylan see or feel them. We soon finished eating and I had realized I could go to the bathroom anywhere and just teleport the blade to me and back again. Dylan decided we should go to the mall for whatever reason so after shopping for a bit, drinking a giant bottle of water, I decided to go to the bathroom. I did what I had thought of before and shifted my wrist back to look normal again before exiting the bathroom. We continued shopping for a while then went to the pack house cause Kelsey mind linked me asking to see me. We spent around five hours there, just talking while I drank a refill of that huge water bottle.
"Want to hear about the mission I just finished?" My sister asked.
"Sure, what did you do?"
"Well, I didn't want to involve you since you aren't in the greatest mental state and I didn't want to worry you. But apparently your "parents" hired a guy to set a bounty on yours and Mason's heads so boss sent me to figure it all out and either make them change their minds and lift it or kill them. And—" she started telling but I butted in with growling, "Hope you chose the kill them option."
She sighed and replied, "Sadly no... otherwise the throne would be left empty till you come of age for it and that wouldn't be a good thing to have happen." I sighed, slightly glad that I'll still be able to be the one to do so. Or lock them up for a few years treating them like the shit they are. "Quit smirking so evilly its freakin me out." Kelsey interrupted my thoughts, didn't even realize I was smirking.
"Pf sorry, fantasizing about my fake parents murder or torture once I get the crown." I responded, trying to get the smile off my face. Dylan chuckled at me as he kept running his hand up and down my back.
"Even the guards helped us by looking the other way so they wouldn't know what we were doing. Everyone can't wait for you to take the throne." Kelsey added, smiling slightly. I gave a tiny smile back then got up and went to the bathroom. I had chugged so much water today just so I could legitimately go to the bathroom every time I went to it. Of course it was all an excuse because apparently I'm addicted to hurting myself. (I know it probably doesn't ever happen like this, I don't actually self harm so I'm just making her feel how I want her to. And if you self harm, I know you've heard this a bunch probably, but try and get help before it gets too far. Anyways giant note over). Dylan and I stayed at the house for around an hour after that then went back to my house to get tons of sleep for school tomorrow, I'll be going back to my old school. My excuse will be I couldn't take the homeschooling anymore and decided to come back to this school.
After getting to my house I muttered, "Fuck I need to fuckin pee again," and headed to the bathroom, but Dylan frowned and stopped me by grabbing my wrist. Even though it looked fine I still felt the pain there would be if others could see it. "What?" I asked, half faking the piss dance.
He moved his hand onto my hand and stated, "Show me your wrist."
I furrowed my brows and questioned, "Can you not see it right there above your hand?"
His frown deepened and he repeated more sternly, "Show me your wrist Skye." My face fell as I caved and stopped slightly pulling away to shift my skin to show what was really there. I couldn't look him in the eye and just stared with empty sadness at the floor. I had heard his breath hitch at seeing just how bad it was. "You've just been getting worse this whole time haven't you..." Dylan murmured in pain, stating more than asking. I slowly released everything I had locked up to show him and felt his hand tighten around mine.
"How'd you even know....?" I quietly asked, still looking at my floor.
"Well first off your dream kind of gave it away but I was hoping it was just a random jab at yourself kind of thing. And second you go to the bathroom ninety times more than you used to so that kind of gave it away too." He answered, hurt obviously clear in his voice.
"But I chugged water, clearly I'd have to go to the bathroom at some point drinking that much." I objected, looking up at his face.
"You also almost never drank water before. So you just brought this on yourself Skye, cause you're never going to the bathroom alone ever again." Dylan stated protectively. I sighed and refrained from snorting. "Damn straight Skylar I'm fuckin coming into the bathroom with you from now on. And in public places either Kelsey, Lily or both of them will be going with you." He added, slight anger in his tone. I knew it was just from how hurt he was but it still stung. "And you're going to open up to your sister more." Dylan stated, refusing to let me go.
"Why?" I loudly asked, clearly not liking the idea of opening up in general.
"So you can learn that no one around you is going to hate you in the slightest for anything you are or do. Starting with this." He gestured to my entire house, meaning my art work. I felt my heart sink and drop at the thought. He nodded, knowing I was repeatedly saying no to myself over and over.
"But they don't need to know its mine!" I objected, struggling to get my hand free so I could stand on my own.
"Yes they do because they'll understand that it's incredibly hard for you to admit to it. So after school you're inviting them over and you're telling them." He said firmly, not letting my hand go.
"Let me go! I'm not going to fucking do anything!" I yelled, trying even harder.
"And how am I supposed to believe that now? Hmm?" Dylan retorted, still in pain. I just gave up and childishly flopped onto the floor, the hollow numb feeling back and making me not care anymore. "Seriously Skye?" Dylan sighed, still holding my hand.
"You wanted me to stop fighting you right? So congratulations I don't care anymore." I replied blatently, then winced at myself and added, "I'm sorry.." Dylan sighed and sat down by my head, gently lifting it and placing it in his lap. I didn't have energy to move anymore, I wasted it on pointlessly trying to get free. I closed my eyes, fighting the tears that wanted to form and fall. Suddenly I felt soft feathers cover me and opened my eyes to see Dylans wings laid on me comfortingly.
"You know, that's the third time I've ever heard you apologize." He said gently, brushing my hair behind my ear.
"Why say it, if—"
"If you don't mean it." Dylan finished my sentence. "I know Quetzal. You said it too much when you were younger and it never did anything for you, it's okay." He added, a hint of a smile on his face. Damn... right... Mason gave me away those months back before Dylan and I were even together...
"I'm sorry I'm putting you through this... I know how much I'm hurting you...." I muttered, voice almost breaking while I stared at the bit of floor I could see.
"Hey." Dylan said, gaining my attention and giving me enough effort to lift my head to look at him. "I'll never want to be anywhere but with you no matter what, I love you more than anything. And I will keep you from hurting yourself until you're back to not needing to anymore." I slowly pulled myself up and wrapped myself around his frame, hugging him as my eyes watered. I felt him hug me back and wrap his wings around me, tucking his face into the crook of my neck like I was doing to him. It was so comforting, cozy and relaxing I couldn't believe I had been avoiding this for so long. We sat on my floor hugging for such a long time, I fell asleep.