Black Ice Academy

A lot of blood

Chapter Four

“A lot of blood”

This isn’t going to be my favorite part of the night, but it’s necessary. I successfully pushed back the ridiculous amount of anger built within me by cooking, but I need to let it out before bed.

I open the drawers in the bathroom until I find a first aid kit, and then pull out a spare shaving razor, wrenching out one of the blades. A maneuver I have perfected over the years.

My goal isn’t to cut so deep that I have to stitch it up, because that’s time consuming and annoying. My goal is to cut just deep enough that there’s enough blood flowing out that I can force the negativity out with it. I’ll definitely need a bandage because it’ll still need a deep cut, but not a needle and medical string if I do it right.

I roll up the black tank top I’m wearing so that I have access to my lower stomach, and push in the blade. Once I feel like the pressure’s enough I drag it horizontally for three inches, maintaining pretty strong pressure. Blood immediately starts to flow out. There are horizontal cuts like these all over my torso, and all of them are almost exactly three inches. It takes the three inches of space for the dark buildup within me to flow out. I clutch several tissues to my torso and with a deep breath, will all of the negativity to flow out with it.

After about a minute I feel that only neutral energy remains in me, so I get to work on patching myself. I managed to cut just short of needing stitches, so I just cleanse the wound and put on several bandages. Once I’m satisfied that blood won’t peep through I flush down all of the bloody evidence, wash the blood off of my hands, do my nightly routine of brushing teeth and washing face, and exit the bathroom.

“Woah, you feel way calmer” Viktor comments.

I stretch my arms above my head, nodding, before walking out of the bedroom.

“Nova, wait” Viktor’s voice has turned stern.

He couldn’t sense… he didn’t figure out that I cut, did he? I look down to make sure I didn’t bleed through, and curse myself internally. While I was stretching my arms above my head the tank top rode up, revealing some of the bandage beneath it. I tug my tank top down discretely before turning to face Viktor.

Maybe he just wanted to say goodnight. Maybe he didn’t see anything.

Fuck, who am I kidding.

I look him in the eye, waiting.

“Lift up your shirt, Nova.” He tells me.

I laugh a very dark, cruel, cynical laugh.

“You don’t want to see what’s under my shirt, Viktor. Believe me.”

“I am your master, and you will obey me! Lift up your f*****g shirt!”

I cross my arms over my chest defiantly.

With a low growl he walks up to me, uncrosses my arm, and lifts up my tank top to see the bandage.

Shit, if he rips it off the blood flow will be more intense than before and I might need to end up stitching the cut up.

I’m about to tell him to be gentle when he rips it off in one aggressive motion.

“f**k!” I roar, shoving him away and running into the bathroom. The force he used was extreme, and it’s bleeding very, very badly.

I grab one of the towels and hold it to my wound, simultaneously ripping open the emergency kit.

Thank god, it has medical supplies.

I scatter the contents until I find what I’m looking for and prepare the needle with the alcohol swabs.

“What the hell did you do?!” Viktor exclaims, watching me work with erratic movements, the blood loss is starting to take Its toll on me.

“Nova, answer me!”

“Viktor, I am currently loosing a lot of blood because of your rash actions. In order for me to fix myself in the proper way, I need silence, unless you want this situation to turn even more serious than it already is. So I need you to stop talking and let me work!”

Viktor’s eyes burn bright but he clamps his mouth shut, finally understanding the severity of the situation.

It’s probably f****d up that I’m so good at giving myself stitches, but I’ve had dozens of practice runs with other cuts.

But due to my skill, I finish quickly and efficiently, and bandage myself up. Only then do I allow myself to take a deep breath and relax.

Viktor is sitting in the doorway, looking at me with worry in his eyes.

“Nova, I need you to tell me what happened, and I need you tell me now.”

I ignore his statement.

“I have pretty fast healing, so I’ll take out stitches first thing in the morning. By then it should be scabbed and no longer in danger of splitting open.” I inform him, beginning to mop up the blood with a towel.

“I am not kidding right now. What the hell was that? Start with the three inch cuts all over your torso, and tell me everything from there.”

I finish cleaning the blood and stand with the blood- soiled items that need to be discarded in my arms. Viktor stands as well, blocking the doorway.

“WHY THE HELL ARE THERE CUTS ALL OVER YOUR BODY?!” he demands.

“It is none of your f*****g business” I say through gritted teeth.

“Classes start on Monday, so we have two more days to acquaint ourselves, Nova. And I can guarantee that by the end of those two days you will have told me everything. I will find what breaks you, girl. Am I clear?”

I look into his eyes. “I don’t break. When I loose control, I take care of it like I did earlier tonight.”

“You nearly bled out!”

“Only because you ripped off the bandage so aggressively that it literally ripped open the cut! Everything was under control until then!”

Victor shakes his head.

“We’re going to have to work on you letting go of that control.”

I snort.