Dru lay on her bed up in her room. The lights in her room purple, green, and golden yellow cast faint light in a world of shadow. The shadows hid the tracks left on her face from the tears. Her violet - blue eyes were red, puffy, they itched and burned from the salt in them. Her throat and chest were sore, as if pins had been stuck in them. The pain from the running and sobbing until she reached home made her head hurt. Her parents weren't home, yet again. They had gone out every night that week. She couldn't turn to them even when they were there. She felt like she was being forced to bear more than her share of burdens--far before her time. Morgan was the only one she could talk to until she found out about him. She thought about him and the time they spent together, she asked herself why he couldn't have told her that he was male. It wouldn't have taken that much, just a simple comment somewhere. She thought about the kiss and the touch and a sharp pain stabbed at her heart. When she rose from the bed to go look at the damage done from the tears in a mirror she almost collapsed. Dru was almost too depressed to stand. The pain wasn't from running or seemingly endless sobs or the neglect. It was the unshakable grief from the combination of the three that had encircled her heart. It nauseated her and seemed to grate her insides. She suddenly became too warm and stripped of her clothing, she saw herself tiny, naked, and alone in the mirror.

The phone rang. Dru didn't care, she didn't even look at the flashing ID. The phone continued to ring and the ID kept flashing Christian's name. Dru would never know that. Consumed by the feelings of neglect and the repulsive sensation of betrayal, not only Morgan's but her own betrayal of Christian she felt so numb bathed in warmth even though she was naked. She faced the bathroom mirror again and took one last long look before taking her new razor and slitting her arm deeply from her wrist to the antecubital. The blood formed flowers on her china skin. She lay on the cold pristine tiles, her body felt as though it were on fire. Deep red wet petals blossomed and then ran like mascara down her torso pooling around her dark triangle of curls and the curves of her hips.

She knew what was happening. She waited still unfeeling. She thought of Christian his eyes, face, mouth they were perfect. As perfect as the angel she saw with blood red wings that looked to be soft as velvet and delicate as a snowflake. It watched her, so beautiful it was, androgynous. Her glassy violet - blue eyes were bloodshot. She closed them as her cut started to sting repairing itself; she was still losing too much blood. Dru still pictured that angel carrying her away from where she was. But her body still lay on the floor, naked, pale, and fragile.

She'd never know that she missed what may have saved her. The phone stopped ringing; she'd never know Christian loved her. She'd never know that Morgan had followed. She was found motionless on her bathroom floor; it was too late, because she was already cold.