It Was An Accident (Bennets/Claire)

[jd]

May 1st

"I'll be up in my room if anyone needs me!" JD hollored from the top of the stairs leisurely. He had been living with his aunt and uncle for a few weeks now. It wasn't like he had any other choice really. Uncel Noah and Aunt Sandra just wouldn't let me go get a hotel or something. Jd had spent lots of time in hotels on his cross-country tour of the states. It were cheap. Sometimes they were a lot more manageble than an acutal bed room. Plus, there was less of a chance of someone walking in on him during one of his...hobbies.

It wasn't like he did it on purpose really. He just couldn't help himself. Life with his mother was sometimes hard and sometimes...well, sometimes you just couldn't handle it very well. Especially if you were a Bennet. For some reason trouble just loved to seek out a Bennet and make their lives more troublesome. Hell, ever since he moved in, JD felt like he was intruding on their lives. sighing, JD continued on his way to his room in silence.

[clairebear]

It had now been quite some time since that tragic day in Costa Verde where Claire lost her child, they had their memorial service for Nathaniel Peter and afterward Claire felt like she could finally begin to move on with her life. Nathan still hadn't been too happy about her wanting to come back here to visit, but at the same time he realised it was something she had to do. But he had insisted that he fly her to Costa Verde or West did and that either himself or West flew Claire black again, so she was never exactly on her own.

So that's what happened, Nathan dropped her off, made sure she got into the house safely before taking off and told her to call the minute she wanted to come home. Of course Claire said she would, there was no way Claire was ever going to walk the streets of Costa Verde by herself again.

Once again, like last time, she didn't know if anybody was at home, but as she walked into the living room she heard her cousin shout about going up to his room. She knew he had been staying there, he was probably making up for the loss of herself since she moved to Washington to be with her biological father Nathan.

So, not even announcing she was there, she just bounded up the stairs, so she could go in and speak to JD. She wanted to apologise for her attitude when he had first arrived. Since that day a lot had happened to Claire and she had grown up somewhat.

"JD, are you there?" she shouted and then knocked on the bedroom door she assumed to be his, "JD? It's Claire, can I come in?" she shouted through the door.

[jd]

He didn't know when he started to...this. It was like a bad habit that he couldn't really stop. Maybe he was when his powers started. The continuous information and emotions he got from people he met. It was a fact he couldn't escape. He was stuck with this...this curse. Yeah, that's what he was. A curse. A curse that he was damned with until the day he died. There was nothing he could do to ease the pain. Sometimes it wasn't even his pain. His powers just picked up other people's emotions whenever he was the absentmindedness to make skin contact with someone. By now he was able to not pass out, but sometimes he wished he could.

JD stared at the small, glistening silver switchblade. He had gotten used to feeling the cool blade against his skin. He didn't do it everyday. Hell, it had been actually three weeks since his last...take. It was like smoking. Do it too much and you'd end up killing yourself. Only in JD's case, do it wrong and you'd bleed to death. Not as pretty as chocking to death, but just as bad. He hated the fact that he was about to do this, in his uncle's home no less. But he couldn't help himself.

For him, this was the only escape from his powers. It was like his blood held the emotions of the people he touched. Every time he bled, it felt like the emotions left his being. He felt free. And then he felt like crap after he saw what he finally done to himself. He was always lucky enough to notice how much blood he'd lost and how much pressure to apply to himself to prevent anymore blood loss. And it wasn't as if he had any real noticable scars. Plus, he made sure no one lifted his long sleeves. Saying that it prevented skin contact was a good way to ensure no one dared look for scars.

Folding up the sleeve of his right arm, JD held the blade over his arm. He wasn't going for his wrist. That'd be too stupid. A wrong slip and he might cut into a vain. He didn't want to kill himself. He just wanted an easy way to stop these emotional attacks. Instead he went for his bicep. It'd be easier and it's and it's bleed less, but just enough. Just as he was about to cut into himself, JD heard someone knock on the door. It was Claire.

It was a shock that he was almost caught that made it happen. The knife went to fast, cut too deep. He cursed, louder than he ment to. It was really from the surprise that he was almost caught. Quickly, he pulled down his sleeve, and stashed the knife under his pillow. "C-come in." He said to Claire, looking to insure no blood was scattered on his bleach white bed sheets.

[clairebear]

Claire began to wonder what JD was doing in the room, he seemed to take forever to answer her back and yet she knew he was in there, because she could hear noise.

"Are you alright JD?" she shouted through the door again before she heard him stumble over his words telling her she could come in. She opened the door slowly and poked her head round the door first, giving him a smile, before walking fully into his bedroom.

He looked as if he had done something wrong though and Claire couldn't figure it out. She wasn't even sure if she should ask him or not. Sometimes it was better to stay out of other's business. It wasn't as if Claire stayed here all the time now anyway. But the longer she stood there waiting for him to say something more to her, she noticed blood seeping through from his sleeve. "JD what have you done?" she asked, as she looked in the direction of where she could see the blood coming through his sleeve.