"God i'm a mess", she said as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She splashed fresh water in her face, then lowered her head and held herself on the sides of the sink. She quivered and bit her lower lip. Lying beside the sink was a one piece pocket knife she had taken out of her bag. She slowly and oddly rolled up her sleeve, grabbed the knife, and slashed it across her left arm. To what she was doing, she let out a cryful sigh . She looked at the blood seep out and slashed again, and again, and again.
"Pan!!!"
Pan practically had a heart attack. She swiftly turned around to see who was talking the familiar voice.
"R-R-Racheal!..."
"Pan! What are you doing!?!" She ran over to her friend and took away the knife as she just stood there, barely moving, not hesitating much and staying in a faze.
"Are you insane!?" Racheal asked as she held Pan's arm up in concern.
"It's all my fault he's gone..." She said as she was still kind of in a faze, on the edge of crying, trying to get her knife back from her blond-headed friend.
"And cutting yourself is going to help!?"
"Yes!"
"Wait... you think Vinny is,, dead?"
Pan looked at her and desperately waited for Racheal to continue.
"He's not dead! He made it!"
Pan just stood there, so relieved she ran into her friend's arms and cried tears of joy.
"He made it through!? The doctor said he was dead!"
"Oh my God, poor you!...-"
"Oh My God He's Alive!!"
"I was scared out of my mind too when i heard the news..."
"I don't know what i would've done if he hadn't made it..."
"I'm scared that i Do know... but he's going to be fine! He's reccuperating very well!" Pandora smiled and cried lightly, letting go of her friend.
"But Pan... why did you cut yourself again... it's not healthy. I Hate it when you do that!" Pandora looked at the floor. "I don't do it That often..."
"Hey! Listen to me! Don't Ever do that again, please! We don't want to lose you! Now, promies me."
Racheal shook her a bit for Pan to actually get the message registered in her head. "Promies me!"
"I promise..." She looked at Racheal with Sorrowed eyes.
"Sigh..." she took a paper towel and whiped the blood off of Pandora's arm. "Now c'mon, cover that up and lets go. I'm sure you can't wait to see him... and vice versa!"
At that, Pandora hurried up to the door. She forgot about her ankle and groaned as she felt it twist. She almost tripped and held onto the bar on the wall as she went for the door.
"Hey... are you alright?" Racheal asked.
"Yeah... i busted my ankle yesturday... long story..." She showed her the dark purple bump on her foot.
"Ouch! I'll get you a doctor for that later on. Here, let me help you." She held her big black bag around one arm, and put Pan's arm around to her shoulder for support to walk.
"What room is it?"
"Room 222."
"She smiled. "My lucky number... i can't wait to see him..."
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