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Post by Arden Patricks on Apr 30, 2009 14:56:44 GMT
Oh. I glance down at my hand at that, turning it over to run the opposite thumb over the finger I damaged. It went numb a while back, and has formed a thick, hard, dead sort of crust of new skin over the wound. I honestly don't know if I'll ever feel anything with it again, or if the nerves are permanently dead.
"... Hm," I say after a moment, shrugging. I don't think there's any more response to that.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Apr 30, 2009 15:02:02 GMT
I shook my head faintly, "That's all you're going to say?" I asked a few moments later when she more or less stayed quiet.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Apr 30, 2009 15:08:27 GMT
"Is there anything else I should say?" I ask, shrugging. "I mean... so you spoke to him and he told you that I cut my finger. So?"
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Post by Riley Pearson on Apr 30, 2009 15:25:33 GMT
"So.." I paused again with a faint shrug. "You've stopped doing it right?" I asked a bit later.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Apr 30, 2009 15:30:31 GMT
"Stopped doing what? Masochism?" I ask, then shake my head. "No. Of course not. Nothing else recently, but that's like asking you if you've stopped... I don't know, baking."
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Post by Riley Pearson on Apr 30, 2009 17:32:38 GMT
".. Actually, I haven't baked anything in months.." I said with a small shrug. "And those are two completely different things. Baking will not hurt me. Cutting yourself sort of does.. If you're going to insist on doing this, could you at least stick to body parts that won't kill you?"
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 1, 2009 2:26:54 GMT
"Cutting any body part can potentially kill you, technically," I shrug. "But I somehow doubt fingers are among the most likely. But all I really meant is that... I don't know. Maybe I'll compare it to drinking then. Have you stopped that? For good? Never going to again?"
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 1, 2009 2:36:00 GMT
"Well, yeah.. but less likely then." I said with a faint shrug. I guess fingers weren't among the most likely, so even though I didn't want her to, I didn't want her to be cutting any thing else.
I looked back up to her as she mentioned drinking and I shrugged faintly, "I haven't since the last time I told you about." I said with a faint shrug. "If I never drink again, will you never cut again?" I asked her folding my arms in front of me loosely. It was sort of hypocritical to keep asking me to stop drinking if she won't stop cutting, especially because she's comparing them now.
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 1, 2009 2:39:56 GMT
"Can you possibly guarantee that you won't?" I ask in return, then shake my head. "What the hell does it matter, anyway? I haven't done anything like this since I was twenty, and I had a good reason this time."
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 1, 2009 2:50:32 GMT
"Can you guarantee that you'll stop?" I asked back to her, frowning slightly. If she would, then I would. I would try my hardest to gaurantee it to her.
"Because you shouldn't hurt yourself, Arden." I said, shaking my head. "What was your reason?"
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 1, 2009 2:55:27 GMT
"No, and that's my point," I say, then shrug when I hear his next question, shaking my head. "It doesn't matter any more, all right? Why are we even talking about this?"
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 1, 2009 2:59:54 GMT
"What point are you getting at exactly then?" I asked shaking my head faintly. At least I've tried to stop drinking.. not to mention haven't in a while.
"How doesn't it matter? And I don't know.. just sort of happened."
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 1, 2009 3:04:45 GMT
"I'm saying that I can't guarantee I never will again." I sigh slightly, then shake my head. "But just drop it, all right? It doesn't fucking matter."
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 1, 2009 3:08:17 GMT
I nodded faintly, ".. Alright.." I said quietly, not really liking this, but what could I do? She wasn't going to listen to me.
"Fine, but could you just tell me that it wasn't my fault then?" I asked looking back up to her. "Because he was telling me that it was."
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 1, 2009 3:10:05 GMT
"What? No, of course it wasn't your fault," I say immediately, then shrug and shake my head again. Figures he would say that though.
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 1, 2009 3:13:02 GMT
I watched her for a moment trying to decide if I believed her or not. Really, the way she said it sounded pretty believable.. so I guess I really had no reason not to.
".. If you're positive."
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 1, 2009 3:14:50 GMT
"Yes... positive and sure and I think I just want to be alone now."
I don't want to keep talking anymore.
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 1, 2009 3:16:35 GMT
I frowned slightly and nodded, biting my lip a little bit. "Alright.. and fine. I'll leave then." I said sort of quietly.
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 1, 2009 3:23:20 GMT
Good, I think but don't say, nodding faintly. I feel kind of bad about it... I think... but I'll probably feel even worse if he hangs around much longer.
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 1, 2009 3:26:22 GMT
She nodded and after another small moment, moved away from the counter I was leaning on and started to slowly walk out of the kitchen. "Take care of yourself, Arden." I said looking at her as I walked by.
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 1, 2009 3:29:49 GMT
I shrug in response, opting not to say anything sarcastic because that won't help the situation, and remembering only belatedly that I ought to wish him the same. But it's easier just to not say anything.
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Post by Riley Pearson on May 1, 2009 3:33:11 GMT
"Let me know if you happen to come across my wand." I added sort of quietly when I got to the doorway, before walking out of it.
She hadn't said anything back to me beforehand and even though it sort of bothered me, not getting a bye, or a see you later, there wasn't much I could do about it.
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Post by Arden Patricks on May 1, 2009 3:34:35 GMT
I don't respond at all to that, not really caring if it's rude of me or not.
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