"Leave me be!" She snarled. I held my hands up in a surrendering position and backed away. "JEGUS Y/N, I JUST WANT TO HELP YOU." I say in a soothing voice, or as soothing I can get with such a loud voice. Her usual sweater was covering her arms and I saw the dark liquid running through the black cloth. "No Vantas, you're not to see." She says again, edging away. I was holding a roll of gauze and a jug of water. I know what those are and how to treat them, but she won't fucking let me near her, the stupid troll. "Y/N, HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO TRY TO GET PAST ME?" I argue. "FIRST OF ALL, YOU'RE SHORTER THAN ME AND ARE LIKE A LIMP UDON NOODLE. NOW GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND LET ME CHECK THE CUTS." She stills and looks at me strangely. "How do you know they're cuts?" I roll my eyes and hold out my hand. "YOU HAVE BLOOD ON YOUR SWEATER AND YOU'RE HIDING YOUR ARMS." She hesitates, but walks over. They were completely soaked through, and I began to become afraid. I don't want my friends to be hurt, much less her. I love her. I pull back the sleeves a little bit and she hisses. "Put that thing back were it was, Vantas." I ignore her and pull the sleeve fully away from her cuts. What is this?

This is a figment of my imagination. No, Y/n is a normal blooded troll. She has normal blood, right?! "Okay, you can stop staring, I know it's ugly." She grumbles. I look at her incredulously and look back at her blood color; bright fuchsia. "NOT UGLY AT ALL." I murmur. I wash away the dried blood and the new blood pouring out from the wounds. I still can't believe that she's.. like me. No one else but us are the freaks now. "What do you mean, 'us', Vantas?" I freeze. She raises her eyebrows and I look back down at the gashes in her skin. All clean, I start wrapping the arm up. "Why are you caring for me?" She murmured after a small silence. "AS MUCH AS YOU MAY THINK YOU'RE THE ONLY DEPRESSED AND UTTERLY ANXIETY-FILLED MUTANT BLOOD TROLL, YOU'RE FUCKING WRONG." I say in my blunt voice. She rolls her eyes. "I'VE BEEN THIS WAY TOO." She looks up at me, surprised. After I finish up with her cuts, I roll down my own sleeves. Y/n looks at them with empathy. Faded, red marks surrounded my arms, some carved in as words. 'Mutant', 'freak', 'sludgeblood'. You name it, it's there. She holds my hand tight and I blush a little. "Sorry that it happened to you too." She murmurs. I squeeze her hand and attempt at smiling. She smiled sadly too. I saw that her eyes had little flecks of fuchsia as well, but not her irises. Tears. I opened up my arms and she fell into them, her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around hr lightly, in case her arms begin bleeding again. "Y/N, YOU NEED OT PROMISE ME THIS WILL STOP." I demand. She nods her head. "I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING PROMISE, NOW LET ME HEAR THE WORDS." She chuckles softly and looks into my eyes again. "I promise to stop." I felt her kiss me lightly and I blush a deep red. She chuckles again and we stay in the position for as long as possible. Just standing, standing and arms wrapped around each other. Wounded arms around wounded people.

**I've been feeling better since I took a break from who I needed to take a break from. I went camping for three days, missing school on Friday, and it's done me a good turn. Thank you everyone who was worried and thank you for understanding that I needed some time; it really was very kind of all of you to wait. Sorry this one is so short, but I have a new one hopefully coming out tomorrow after school! I love you guys, bye!!**