Warning: Self Harm

Lol I got bored so here's a thing made

Emma's POV

I watch as Naib and Martha laugh with eachother in the distance.

I can't say I'm not hurting.

I love Naib. I did everything just so he could survive in matches and win some games. I destroyed rocket chairs whenever he gets caught, I always rescue him even if it means sacrifice, follow him when he's injured, and aid him in decoding because I know he sucks at it.

I know, regarding in use in rank or just quick matches, I'm more useless than Martha. She's beautiful, cool, useful, and perfect. Perfect for him...

They have so much in common.

I was in a deep daze I didn't notice Naib waving for me to come over. He had his arms around Martha's shoulders.

This hurts.

Of course, he had me wrapped around his fingers without him knowing. I obediently went to them, plastering a fake smile as I pull down my sleeves that were once just reaching my elbows.

Yes. I cut.

It's not just because of this painful thing called love.

I'm aware that I'm useless. I'm always used as bait in matches and at these times I rarely even get into them. It hurts knowing the others get picked at least 3 times a week but me, I barely even get 2.

It's ok. I understand they want to win. I'd just be a burden.

Anyways, I waved as I come near them, hiding my arms behind my back. People say I look so precious, fragile, innocent. They don't know. They don't know how broken I am. They don't know my past, my current state, or me.

"Emma! Martha's been telling me stories back when she served the army. She saved a man once!" Naib said. Martha nodded and grabbed his chin "Yep, and this guy apparently saved a kid back in the war. Ain't that right, Naib?" Martha complimented.

Are.... they... together?

Ouch...

"W-well, that's so amazing for you both!" I answered, sadness evident from every word I let out. I don't think they noticed though.

The two laughed "Haha! It's what we do! Right soldier?" Martha said as she looks at Naib. Naib made finger guns and clicked his tongue "You got it!" He replies and winks. Causing Martha to giggle. They're so close with each other.

My smile twitches as water drips from my eyes. "O-oh.... Well, I'm happy...." Naib must have noticed my small break down because he reached over my face, wiping away a tear that has fallen. I flinch away from the contact.

"Emma? Are you crying?" the mercenary asks, worry and sadness in his face. He pities me. I hate myself.

I turned around, covering my face. "N-no! I'm fine," lies "I got something in my eyes I guess!" this is good. Keep hiding your pain "It must have stung me! Hahaha!" No, you stung my heart... You've broken it too much, now it can't be fixed.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to hide my pains "Anyways, I have to tend to something! Bye!" I ran away. Looking at my peripheral vision, they didn't even run after me. They continued talking. They don't care.

No one does....

I'm.... invisible....

I always see the negative in everything

I couldn't stop crying. I reached my room and pulled out my tool box. Pulling out the sharp blade covered in a clean white clothe, I grabbed the sharp end. I didn't care if it pricked me. I had darker intentions.

Naib's POV

"Something's wrong..." I heard Martha whisper. I nod and looked at her. "She's not like this.... She looks... broken," I add. It hurts knowing someone or something is hurting her.

"What should I do, Martha?" I ask, holding my head in stress. I can't keep on with Emma being like this. Where's the girl I used to love?

We stood in silence.

I was lost in thoughts.

"Go," I heard Martha's stern voice command. I looked up, seeing her calm smile. "Go to her. I know how much you like her. You're like a son to me Naib. I can't stand you being stressed and sad,"

I looked at her with big eyes. She's really incredible.

I smiled and stood up. "Thanks Martha," I thankes as I stood up and hug her. It was a short hug.

I let go and ran, pushing everyone out of the way. Poor Kurt, I accidentally pushed him down the stairs. Good thing Emily was just about to come up, she'll take care of him.

Upon reaching her room, the door wasn't close.

And what I saw, made me understand everything.

Emma's POV

I slid the sharp object across my wrist multiple times. I didn't care where I cut, nor how deep it was. As long as it bleeds.

Stopping to see my 'art', I gaze as I see small and not so deep cuts scatter around my wrist. Yes, this is... relaxing..

A gush of wind then interrupts me, switching my gaze to the lovely balcondy door that was open. It looks rather..... inviting. I might take the offer.

I smile and continue my little moment.

"E-emma?"

Oh no.

"W-why?"

I forgot to close the door.

"W-why would you hurt yourself?"

I'm so stupid.

I was harshly grabbed by the shoulder, flinching at the sudden move. Naib Subedar. One of the causes to my pain.

His blue eyes were glossy. No, please don't cry.

"W-why hello, Naib," I greeted, acting like nothing happened.

He lets go of me, backing away as my back faces him.

"Why?" he asks. His voice was stern.

I smiled. My emotions are taking over."You're with Martha, aren't you? Congratulations," I spat.

My assumptions are coming out.

"What?" he acts like I don't notice. I stood up, my back still facing him.

Stop hurting me.

"It's okay, I understand," I answer.

I've had enough. I hate being pitied.

"She's prettier," I add, tracing a finger on my cuts. Ugly. I walked over to the balcony door.

"She's skinnier," I pinch my tummy, even when my ribs are almost visible, I still feel fat. Walking over to the balcony, admiring the grey atmosphere around us.

"She's funnier," I remembered when people would joke around about the matches they had in the living room, without me. I climbed up, standing at it's well-sculptured stone railings, enough for me to stand on. I was still looking at the view. How magnificently dull it looked, like my eyes. Looking down, I see a 5 storey drop. Enough pain.

I giggled.

"Em-"

"Don't worry," I cut him off as I face the hooded man.

"I wouldn't choose me either," I felt myself tip over and the wind hitting my back for a couple of seconds.

I felt free.

It didn't last long.

"WHAT THE HECK EMMA?!" Naib had jumped over the balcony and grabbed my arm, gripping my fresh cuts. I flinched as I feel blood trickle down from his grip.

He was clinging to the side, barely even sticking to it. Great, now he's possibly gonna die trying to save me.

"Naib... let go," I gave a small smile as the wind hits our bodies, making us sway dangerously.

Naib looked at me with big eyes "WHAT? ARE YOU INSANE? ARE YOU THAT DENSE?" I didn't even notice tears coming out of his eyes, dropping to my pale porcelain skin.

I don't understand... I'm not dense.

"What do you mean?" I ask, my hand slipping from his slowly, he gasped and pulls me up, so that he can have a better grip on my arm.

"HAVE YOU NOT NOTICE? AFTER ALL THIS TIME, EVERY MATCH, AND ALL THE TIME!" he yells at me. I can feel his anger, sadness, and pain flow out every word.

"I LIKE YOU, EMMA!" he shouts as his hand slips from mine.

What?

He... he likes me?

And as if everything was in slow motion, I remembered the times... he was there.

When I was captured by Smiley while the others escape, he stayed back just to save me. He even took the hit for me and we barely escaped.

When I was kiting and I got hit, he quickly pushed me away and he led the hunter away as I heal myself.

And when he took the terror shock for me so I could escape....

But he's lying. It's what he's supposed to do. Kite and rescue, why would I feel special? Plus... he might be dating Martha, they're better together.

"EMMA!" a voice erupted from above and I saw him.

He jumped down with me?!

"NAIB WHAT THE HECK?!" I yelled back as he catches up on me. He pulls me into a hug as we both drop down.

"Emma, I would risk my life saving you," I hear him whisper as we reach the 2nd floor. We started hitting some trees and vines, but none almost touched me because Naib covered my body.

We landed in a pile of bushes. Roses, to be specific. Oh I hope I didn't forget to clean them out.

My eyes were closed and I can feel a bit of thorns prick me. I was laying on top of Naib, cushioning me from the thorns. I stood up, pushing myself up so I could see the face of my hero.

He groaned because of the force and his back sticks more to the thorns. How is he not dead? I suppose the vines kinda cushioned our fall....

Naib opened his closed eyes, his mouth twitching to a smile. "H-hey... What a f-fall... right?" His face had cuts and blood stained his clothes. This angered me.... and I felt guilty.

I clenched my fist and punched him in the chest. He groaned in pain. "You idiot! Why would you risk your self for me!" I rant, hitting him lightly.

I let out all my anger and guilt because of him. Ugh! He's so stubborn! Why! Why! Why! Now he's hurt because of me!

My hands were then caught and placed on an object with a soft texture. I blushed as I looked up. My hands were placed on his cheeks, he was smiling with loving eyes and a blush.

"Didn't you hear me?" He asked as he leans forward. This made me blush more as I remember his dialogue from a few minutes ago.

"I like you, Emma Woods, and I'd risk my life trying to save you. And I'll savor every moment of it," he whispered as he fully leans in, landing his chapped lips on my forehead.

His kiss lasted for 5 seconds, with me stiff as stone. He pulled away and looked at me. "You're beautiful and unique in my eyes," he said. I couldn't take it. I cried and buried my face in his chest.

"T-that's the n-nicest thing anyone h-has said to me...." I whimper out, gripping his tattered shirt.

He chuckles as he caress my hair "Well, you're gonna hear a lot from now on," he replies and kiss the top of my hair.

"HEY! MY ROSES! I WAS GONNA USE IT ON VALENTINE'S! SERVAIS I TOLD YOU TO GUARD THEM WHILE THEY'RE STILL AT THE SURVIVOR'S SIDE!" Jack roared as he glares at us through the thick glass at the hunters side.

That kinda... explains the thorns and why Servais wouldn't let me touch them.

I was bored sorry.