Sokeefe Snippets

Her Fault

" What are you doing?"

Keefe's POV

Keefe ran a hand through his hair, disheveling it even more, as he walked up to Havenfield. He was getting seriously concerned for his girlfriend, whom he hadn't seen in days. He thought after what happened with Sandor, she'd need someone to talk to. And since that someone had always been him, Keefe was surprised when she immediately locked herself in her room for two days straight.

"Hey," he greeted Sophie's parents as he entered the house. Edaline and Grady looked at him with tired eyes. The pain was hurting them too.

"She hasn't come out yet," Edaline said, a slight quiver in her voice. They'd told him the same thing when he'd come before. She hasn't come out. They told her that ever since Sandor had gotten hurt and was with Elwin, Sophie had locked herself in her room and refused to eat or come out. Keefe had visited the last two days and begged her to come out or at least talk to him. It didn't work. He was scared. He could feel her emotions from outside the door and it wasn't anything positive. Flashbacks of him sitting out of the bedroom, his head leaning against the door, haunted him. He shook his head in a vain attempt to shake it away.

With the amount of guilt Sophie was feeling, her mind could break. The very thought made him feel lost as if she were already broken. He hated that feeling, hated thinking it was even an option.

Keefe finally got to the last step, and he suddenly felt so guilty. He felt like every bad thing in the world was his fault. His brain told him that was absurd, but he kept feeling it. He practically collapsed to the floor on the verge of tears, the emotions were so strong. Once he came to his senses, though, Keefe realized those emotions were coming from Sophie. He was, if possible, more scared. Is this what she felt? She was going to get her mind-no. He refused to let himself think that. He shoved the thought to the corner of his mind and ran a hand through his hair. On any other day, he would be concerned about his hair. But, now? His Hair may as well be the last thing on his mind. And if that ever happened? Things were VERY bad. He got his thoughts back straight and focused on the door in front of him.

After a few seconds, he tested the latch. It was unlocked. Finally, he thought. He reached out and threw the door open. The sight before him took his breath away - in the worst way possible. He wanted to tear his eyeballs out. He didn't want to believe his eyes. He didn't want to believe the sight in front of him. He wanted to close his eyes and wish this was all just a nightmare. A horrible nightmare that's what this was. But it wasn't. His eyes were wide and fear and concern was pulsing through his veins, overwhelming him. He wanted to fall to the floor and just let everything go. But he couldn't. He had to stay strong. To face the scene in front of him. To face her emotions. To face his emotions.

Sophie was sitting on the floor, with her head leaning against her bed and her legs crossed. She'd gotten paler and thinner, but that didn't worry him the most. She was holding a dagger that was dripping with blood. There were two fresh wounds on her right arm and one on her left. Blood was flowing freely out of them and onto the floor but she didn't seem to be concerned. He was though. Before her, was a pool of blood. Her blood, Keefe realized. His eyes widened even more(didn't think that was possible) as Sophie stared at the ground. More specifically, the blood surrounding her. The smell and sight of the red liquid made him want to gag but he held it back and focused on the bleeding girl in front of him.

"What are you doing?" he asked, stepping closer to her. Tears started to form in his eyes and clouded his vision but he pushed them back. She was clearly in pain, no denying the Empath, but she made no movement. The only evidence that she was still sane was the tears trickling down her cheeks and the trembling of her lips. She was still staring at the pool of blood. " Foster. Sophie, what are you doing? Is this..." His voice trailed off as he noticed more scars on her arms. They went all the way from her shoulders down to her palms.