Roses POV
I was already at the dining table when everyone came down to eat. Slender, BEN, Jane, Sally, Jeff, Masky, Hoodie, and more sat down as the room became louder and louder. Food came out as soon as everybody was seated.

This was my first meal in days, for I was busy taking care of Ethan's ass. I wasn't necessarily hungry, I just needed an excuse to talk to Jeff.

A hot plate of cooked venison and corn was placed in front of me as Jeff sat down next to me. He instantly ripped apart the piece of meat with his teeth and gobbled it down like a cannibal.

"Jeff." I poked him with my butter knife.

He glared at me and continued eating. He wiped his hands on his pants before mumbling to me. "What."

"What's suicide and why do people cut themselves?"

Jeff stared at me for a moment then laughed. He slammed his hands down on the table while snorting.

"You stupid kid," he giggled, "Suicide is killing yourself. Everybody here has been through with it. I'm surprised you haven't done it yourself because you live with a bunch of 'monsters.' And people cut because they hate themselves, and feel worthless. Thought you knew that Rose."

I punched Jeff in the face as I stood up from the table. I could feel anger explode out of my mind while I held myself back from hitting him again.

"What the hell!" Jeff shouted, jumping up from his chair and coming close to me, "WHY DID YOU PUNCH ME YOU BITCH?!"

"Dumbass I punched you because you take that so lightly! Everyone here has become a monster because of that and have been scarred by that! How could you take the problem that caused you to become this so carelessly?!"

He glared at me with his wide smile and I could see the rage boiling in his eyes. I didn't care or give a shit at all about his rubbish, because suicide was what apparently surrounded me as a abandoned child. All that hate, uselessness, pain, anxiety...was that all just waste of feelings for Jeff?!

"Well that was fucking forty years ago! We can't just be stuck in the past forever you stupid!" Jeff screamed, everybody staring.

I punched him on the face again, not regretting a single thing.

"But a past will never go away! The suicide and all that shit is still there and painful, and for you to ignore it is just fucked up." I spat. 

Everybody went dead silent as I slammed the butterknife into the table, leaving shortly afterwards.

I was still angry as hell, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to forgive Jeff in a long time. The only thing that that would be able to make me forgive him was if I was being held under water and being tortured.

I ran to my room and quietly closed the door. Normally I would've slammed it but I was planning to go out for some time to try to cool off. I was already tired of Jeff's horrid face and attitude.

I took out my almost broken black backpack and stuffed it to the brim with extra clothes, a knife, my mask, and my set of rusty throwing knives. I zipped it up swiftly and pulled on my hood. Then I opened my window and stood on its sill.

Tonight and for the next couple of days Ethan would be staying with a little visitor.

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I jumped down from the trees and stood in front of the cave. Ethan had already disguised pretty well to my surprise, with moss and dead vines covering up the opening. I couldn't see or hear anything from the cave, meaning he didn't start a fire. However I could smell meat and flowers for some strange reason.

"Ethan." I called out, entering the cave, "Why the hell do I smell daisies and bear meat?"

I walked deeper into the cave and saw Ethan huddled over a pile of raw meat and berries. He was sitting on top of a bed of wilted daisies, picking at the meat with a sharp twig.

"What the hell do you want?" he muttered.

I threw down my bag and stood in front of him. I hated the smell of flowers, but telling and showing him that would just be pathetic.

"I want to talk. And I'm going to stay with you for a couple of days, so your going to have to talk back."

He groaned and dropped down his twig. Even though it was dark as hell in the damn cave I could see every part of Ethan's face clearly. Too clearly.

He had bags under his eyes, faint smudges of dirt smeared on his cheeks, messy hair, and empty eyes. Ethan also had a silent hunger to his skin too, like he wanted to eat but was full at the same time.

"You look dreadful." I sat down, "Are you eating and sleeping? Because it doesn't look like it."

"What do you think? Staying here in the dark with nothing but my broken mind to keep myself company...what do you think how I'm doing?"

I froze as silence rang in the air. He stared at me with an aching pain in his eyes. I could tell he wanted help, but couldn't bring himself to ask. Heh, how could I even help anyway?

"Look, I'm not one to get all personal and stuff but I...understand you in a way." I started, avoiding his stare, "You're not the only one to deal with all that shit that happens in someone's head. My question for you though is why?"

Ethan laughed, hiding his face in the shadows of his arms. "Nobody likes me. I'm a creep and outcast in my school, so why keep a pile of skin and bones around people who are trying to be happy? My brother hates me, and my parents are ashamed of their child...now my question for you is why?"

"Why what?"

"Ask me. Relate to me. What caused someone as tough as you to feel similar things as me?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

I hesitated. I hated it when anybody asked me about why I was so bloody scarred, and when they ask me why I cared. I could answer one but not the other.

Then again he shared his secret with me. And he was a stranger...what could he possibly do?

"I was abandoned as a child. Dumped on the streets because my parents despised me as a mistake. I then lived in rain for so long I wanted to die. I tried so many damn times of course...until I ended up here."

"You're from Britain aren't you? How did you end of up in France?"

"I can't answer that. But you are correct...how did you know?" I asked with wonder. He truly had fascinated me in some twisted way.

"You have a small accent. It's obvious. And you use words like 'bloody' a lot." he responded looking up from his arms with a small smile.

My eyes widened with a light shock as Ethan stared at me. It occurred to me as humorous that I made someone suicidal smile. I knew that it was hard to a task like that, so I was kind of proud of myself...weirdly.

"You smiled." I said blankly.

"Yeah." he said looking away, "You're a lot better than-"

He froze. His eyes were dead set on the entrance of the cave, a tiny fear in his brown eyes.

I turned my head and saw a short figure in the entrance. He was green with blood dripping from his glowing eye sockets.

"You smiled!" BEN said loudly mocking my voice. "How cute. You're actually bonding with a mortal."

"Fuck." I blurted out, mentally slapping myself on the face.

"Hello Rose. And hello stranger, it feels like a lovely day to die, doesn't it?" BEN said smiling, "Now Rose if you could kindly move, then I will quickly slice his lungs out."