Razorblade Charm
Missing
* Ryan's Pov*
Tinkerbell sits down silently on the sofa, crosses her legs and lets her hair hang forward. She doesn't look up, and I hear her sniff.
" Hey, Tink," I say, nudging her. " Are you Okay?"
" No," she whispers. " I'm not Okay."
She sniffs again, and I wrap my fingers over her's. Her purple hair flops forward, revealing the pale nabe of her neck.
" I don't want to slit, Ry. I really don't, but I have too. I have too. "
" You don't, Tinkerbell. No way. You don't have to die. You should live. You're funny, creative, arty, pretty."
I think I see her ghostly cheeks blush.
" Nobody else sees that," she sighs. " I just want everything to be normal, like it was before Dad died. When I was just a normal kid with brown hair and braces."
" Look, Tink," I say awkwardly. " I don't know what to say. "
I hear her sniffle and let out a little sob.
" Tink, don't," I whisper. She hunchs over, crying softly. " Please."
I move her hair away from her wet face and pull her closer. She cries into my hair and curls up.
" Tinkerbell, it's Okay. We'll help you. I promise."
When Mom comes in with Katie, she looks quite surprised.
" Is everything Okay?" she asks nervously and Tinkerbell stands up.
" Yeah,I'm just going now. Bye,Ryan."
" I'll walk you home," I say, springing up. " Be back soon, Mom."
I walk Tinkerbell home. She doesn't talk much at all, and trails into her garage bedroom sadly.
I'm so worried about her.
I shouldn't have let her slit, I know I shouldn't. I should have took the razor and threw it. But I didn't. I gave in.
Mom asks me about it when I get home but I don't tell her anything. I cant.
*Later that night*
Mom bustles into my room, clutching the phone, her hair sticking up at the back. I yawn, sit up and glance at my clock. Half-two in the morning.
" It's for you," she groans. I take it from her and speak into it.
" Yes?"
" Is that Ryan Petrelli?" It's a voice I hardly recognise.
" Yes, it is. Who's this?"
" This is Monica Heart, Patricia's mother."
Tinkerbell's mom.
" Oh. Is everything all right?"
" No. She's missing. She's run away. Do you have any idea where she is?"
Panic flutters in my heart, and visions of alley ways and doorways flood my head. This is my fault.
" No....I'll be right over, Okay?"
I hang up, get out of bed and start getting dressed. I explain to Mom between gasps, and she carries Kate down to the car and she drives me to Tinkerbell's house.
Tinkerbell sits down silently on the sofa, crosses her legs and lets her hair hang forward. She doesn't look up, and I hear her sniff.
" Hey, Tink," I say, nudging her. " Are you Okay?"
" No," she whispers. " I'm not Okay."
She sniffs again, and I wrap my fingers over her's. Her purple hair flops forward, revealing the pale nabe of her neck.
" I don't want to slit, Ry. I really don't, but I have too. I have too. "
" You don't, Tinkerbell. No way. You don't have to die. You should live. You're funny, creative, arty, pretty."
I think I see her ghostly cheeks blush.
" Nobody else sees that," she sighs. " I just want everything to be normal, like it was before Dad died. When I was just a normal kid with brown hair and braces."
" Look, Tink," I say awkwardly. " I don't know what to say. "
I hear her sniffle and let out a little sob.
" Tink, don't," I whisper. She hunchs over, crying softly. " Please."
I move her hair away from her wet face and pull her closer. She cries into my hair and curls up.
" Tinkerbell, it's Okay. We'll help you. I promise."
When Mom comes in with Katie, she looks quite surprised.
" Is everything Okay?" she asks nervously and Tinkerbell stands up.
" Yeah,I'm just going now. Bye,Ryan."
" I'll walk you home," I say, springing up. " Be back soon, Mom."
I walk Tinkerbell home. She doesn't talk much at all, and trails into her garage bedroom sadly.
I'm so worried about her.
I shouldn't have let her slit, I know I shouldn't. I should have took the razor and threw it. But I didn't. I gave in.
Mom asks me about it when I get home but I don't tell her anything. I cant.
*Later that night*
Mom bustles into my room, clutching the phone, her hair sticking up at the back. I yawn, sit up and glance at my clock. Half-two in the morning.
" It's for you," she groans. I take it from her and speak into it.
" Yes?"
" Is that Ryan Petrelli?" It's a voice I hardly recognise.
" Yes, it is. Who's this?"
" This is Monica Heart, Patricia's mother."
Tinkerbell's mom.
" Oh. Is everything all right?"
" No. She's missing. She's run away. Do you have any idea where she is?"
Panic flutters in my heart, and visions of alley ways and doorways flood my head. This is my fault.
" No....I'll be right over, Okay?"
I hang up, get out of bed and start getting dressed. I explain to Mom between gasps, and she carries Kate down to the car and she drives me to Tinkerbell's house.