Shin nodded at Isla, closing the bathroom door behind him. He looked around curiously, trying to find anything that seemed out of the ordinary. But, nothing outside from the surface. There was the scent of blood even stronger here, that was for sure. He checked the drawers and the cabinets, finding the first aid kit, rolls of toilet paper, other bathroom things. What did surprise him, and confirm his suspicions though, was the knife. It was clean, but like the bathroom, had the lingering scent. Damn it. She really did do that. he thought, sighing.

He couldn't very well accuse her of it outright. But, he did have to talk to her. Pretend you don't know about it, and ask her about the cuts. Then if she doesn't admit it, let it go for a day. And if she does. Then, go with it. he told himself, figuring that was as good as anything. He put everything back in it's place and flushed the toilet, turning on the water to make it seem as if he really was using it. After that he walked out and glanced around. "Bathroom's free." he called out lightly, just in case she might have needed it. He went to his room to finish setting it up and get ready for the feast next.

Isla didn't respond. She was really asleep within seconds of her eyes closing. Just like always, she didn't sleep well twenty minutes later she woke up screaming. In her nightmare, there was so much blood, cries of pain, hate. Standing up she walked to the bathroom door. Walking in she called, "Sorry for screaming. Just had a bad dream." She walked into the bathroom and found her knife. "I hate my life. I hat that dream. I hate that memory. I hate that, that happened. I hate myself." Isla mumbled under her breath unwrapping the bandage and creating an X with the other just healing cut. You'd think she'd learn. Turning on the water she ran her hand under the ice cold water, placing the blood stained knife on the edge of the sink.

(2 things: 1. Just pointing out, she didn't lock the door. :)
2. Sorry for bringing bad memories back to anyone this affects)

Shin had walked toward the door of his bedroom when he heard screaming. What the heck? He was worried as he went down the hallway. He heard Isla call out that it was a bad dream, so he frowned a little, opening the door to see her go into the bathroom. Oh god. He thought, going to the door quickly. She was either going to use it, or do something stupid. He snorted a little, since the new scent of blood reached his nose. He also overheard what she was saying. Thankfully, the door was unlocked so he opened it. He saw the knife at the edge of the sink, and her running her hand through the water. "What are you doing?" he asked, his tone worried as he went inside, taking the knife from her reach. "Why do you hate yourself?

( It's fine about the touchy subject. It happens. ^ ^' )

Looking down Isla pulled her hand behind her back closing it in a tight fist. "What does it look like I'm doing?" She snapped glaring at him, not noticing the worried tone in his voice. When he spoke again she looked at him for a moment. Should she tell him? "I hate myself because I'm not good enough. They told me that. If that wasn't true I wouldn't have killed them. But it is true because I did kill them." Tears fell from her eyes but she didn't dare look away from him. Would he even understand?

Shin frowned, walking toward her before shaking his head. He didn't seem to register the fact that she snapped at him. "If you weren't good enough, you wouldn't be here." he said, looking at her, not in pity but in confirmation. "You killed your parents." he said, raising an eyebrow. He knew that a normal person might be shocked or even fleeing from her at the moment, but he knew that she didn't do it just without a reason. She'd said her parents were bad, and that she hated them. "I won't tell, or even run from you. But, besides that. I don't think you're bad, or hate-able. Rather likable. When you're not being fake." he said, offering her a small smile. He tilted his head, still careful to try not to upset her. He wasn't sure what to do, other than say the truth.

Looking at him there was not a word she could think of to say to him. There was no reason for him to understand, no reason for him to keep this to himself, and no reason for him to care. "Shin, it really scares me that you're telling the truth." She mumbled, her eyes still wide from shock. "I'm likable? Do you have a mental issue or something? Me being myself is...now...I'm horrible. I'm being so mean to you, and you're trying to help." Finally she took a deep breath and cleared her mind. Tears still fell from her eyes. "Why do you care what I do?" The question was truely on her mind, it wasn't meant to be rude.

He smirked, his eyes kind. "I could be insane, I mean, look how obsessive I get about chocolate." he joked, trying to lighten the mood. He grabbed some toilet paper, and moved closer to her carefully, wiping some of her tears from her cheeks. "I don't care how mean you are.. If it's you, acting natural, those who don't accept you and don't like you.. Well, the can go jump off a bridge." he said, nodding. "But I do know this isn't always you. And I care, cause, you're my friend. I don't like my friends in pain." he explained, shrugging.

Isla looked at him before hugging him tightly. "I think I needed better friends before. You really care. It's rather amazing." Pulling away she washed her hand off and used a little bit of healing so it stopped bleeding, but still was raw and painful to touch. Placing her palms facing she showed Shin the countless scars covering her hands. "I've done this for a rather long time. You're the first person to try and help." Relizing she shouldn't hurt herself Isla took a deep breath. "Keep anything sharp away from me, this is a habbit for me now. I'm afraid I won't be able to stop...But I will try."

He smiled hugging back before letting go, nodding. "I'll keep it in mind. And, well you have once now. Too bad I didn't know you before.." he said. Maybe that could have helped her and things would have been different. He shook his head, looking down at the scars on her hands. "Can you heal them completely?" he asked, not liking the fact that she was still hurt. If only he could heal.

"Yes." She mumbled looking down at her hand until the two scars looked no different then the rest of the ones on her hand. Technically she could heal them to the point of almost being unnoticed, but she refused to do that. Even if he said she should. "Now it doesn't hurt. I swear." She looked up at him again and forced a smile. "Thanks for being the one person that cares. But can we not tell anyone about this or my parents. I really don't want them to know."

Shin almost sighed, but nodded. It wasn't what he had expected, but it was a start. At her question he raised an eyebrow. "I told you I won't tell. So don't worry. And any time." he said, smiling a little before tilting his head. "Would you like to get some rest now?" he asked, unsure if she'd be able to get any.

"No. I don't think so. I'll just go to bed right after the feast thingy is over." Isla looked down at his hand holding the knife-her knife. 'Stop thinking about it!' Looking back up at him she asked, "What do you do when you're upset with yourself?"

Shin nodded before tilting his head. "Me?" he asked, having to really think about what exactly he did. Giving a small shrug he smirked. "I go and hit a punching bag or well, spar." he said. "That way it works out. I get a good stress reliever and a workout." he said, nodding.

"I should try that. Maybe it'd work for me." She pulled open on of the draws in the bathroom and took out her first aid kit. Under all the bandages was a chocolate bar. Pulling it out she broke it in half. "Told you I always have candy." Handing him half she began eating the other half. 'Funny..I kinda do feel like I'm falling in love, even without chocolate.'

Shin grinned a little, his eyes lighting up at the chocolate she held out for him. He took the half with a small nod, pocketing the knife. "Thank you. And if you'd like. We could spar sometime. Anytime you just want to let out some frustration, I'll be your punching bag." he teased before taking a bite of the chocolate. He looked at the first aid kit before looking around the bathroom. "Should we get out of the bathroom?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He figured they could sit and talk in the living room. More comfortable than standing around here.

"What? You don't like the bathroom." She giggled softly walking past him to the couch in the living room area. Watching him she said, "I know it might be weird since I'm your room mate, but I kind of have a huge crush on you. Sorry if you're going to feel weird around me now." Isla kept her voice normal and didn't blush at all. The fact he didn't mind that Sophie forced her to believe he wouldn't mind having someone else like him as well.

Shin smirked, shaking his head. "Just a bit odd eating chocolate in the bathroom. And I wanna sit down." he admitted, following behind her as he closed the bathroom door. He raised an eyebrow at her sort of confession but chuckled. He took it rather well. He was used to having girls getting crushes on him, sooner or later they moved on. "Well then. it's alright, I won't act weird, and well, we're still friends right?" he asked before sticking his tongue out. "I would feel a bit weird if you had kissed me though." he said. He still wasn't sure how he'd be able to act around Sophie.

"Yes we're still friends. I wouldn't stop being your friend just because I liked you. I'm not that kind of girl. You'd have to be pretty brinless not to be such a nice guys friend because you feel a tiny bit of something. I just told you because you always tell a true friend your crush and I thought you should keep a running list of all the girls who like you." Looking at him there was a slight twinkle in her eyes and happiness streached across her face. You could tell it wasn't fake.

He smiled a little, sitting down on the couch. "Good idea." he said, looking at at her before patting the spot next to him so she could sit as well. "Thanks for that then, I can't remember the times it's happened to me. The girl tells me, and somehow, if I don't like her back she goes off and ruins the friendship." he said, a hint of sadness in his tone before he shook his head. "I'm glad that you're not one of them." he said, smiling. This could work out then.

{Next time i get on i will time skip it to just before the feast kk? When i do i want everyone there. I will have this big speech full of puffery and then you will be dismissed for bed. Once everyone is in bed I will timeskip it to the next day.}

Sophiya sighed and walked out of her dorm, knowing that she was still going to the feast early, but seeming she didn't really have to unpack anything, she just ended up shoving her wet clothes in her washing bin and had a nap. Sophiya sighed again, wishing that she had asked Isla where she was staying, so then she would be able to see her. She looked around and then walked into the cafeteria and sat down, sitting in a table in the corner, so hopefully no one would see her there.

"That's rather stupid of them. Now they have one less caring person in their lives." Landing on the couch she turned to look at him sitting 'criss-cross-applesauce' or 'pretzal style' whichever you want to call it. Leaning against the arm rest. "So, um, when you relized I got the cut on purpose did you think I was a complete idiot?" Isla asked hoping he'd tell the truth.

Shin smirked. "I did think you were a bit stupid for resorting for that. Though, at least you didn't do anything worse." he said, shaking his head. "I as more worried than mad or thinking you were an idiot." he said, leaning back against the couch some more.

"I have done worse." She said sounding guilty. Maybe hurting herself wasn't the best idea. "I only tried to kill myself once. My parents found me and pulled me back home before I was dead. I had passed out but that was right when they came. So I woke up tied to a chair and they screamed at me about being an ungreatful child..and stuff to that effect. That's when I decided they were the ones to get rid of."

He frowned a little. "Well then.. Your parents sounded like twisted people." he said. "I mean, who ties up their kid and yells at them when they just saw them try and take their life?" he asked, slightly ticked off. Usually you tried to help them, or Something. Not try and make them feel worse. He shook his head, giving her a stern look. "If you ever try and take your life again, I'm going to bop you after you're safe." It was his way to make it sound a little more playful, thought the meaning was still clear. He didn't want her to try it again, once was one too many.