Trasea's House

"Staysea! You don't know how painful it is for me to think about my past! I don't even want contact with my family because it reminds me too much. I started my life over and I don't want to relive what I was. The only friends I had were Annabel and John before I met you. I had to change schools and leave all of my old friends. I spent 2 years of my life in rehab and therapy." H esaid.

She didn't reply.
Gawd, I'm such a bitch she thought

Staysea heard him scream and bolted down the stairs, "TRACE!" she yelled as she caught sight of the fire on his arm and neck. It was spreading quickly. She threw water on him. "WHAT THE HELL!?" she screeched, "You tell me not to do it then you do it yourself!? I CANT LOSE YOU, TRACE!" she cried.

He had black from his wrist to his jaw. He wiped some of it away, but he still had burn marks all over. He looked down at his arm. "My tattoos." He said, attempting to wipe it off. "MY TATTOOS!" He yelled.

Her eyebrows furrowed, "You care more about your tattoos than your LIFE!?"

"They. Are. My. Tattoos." Trace said quietly.

"It.Is.Your.Life." she said in the same monotone.

"My Staysea tattoo was here. And so were my scars!" Trace said.

"You can always get another tattoo." she said quietly, "You can't get another life."

"My tattoos are my life." He mumbled.

"You just tried to KILL YOURSELF AND YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT YOUR FUCKING TATTOOS?!"

"I didn't plan on you saving me! I didn't think I needed to worry about them, but now...oh god what am I going to do? The tattoo guy who did my arms moved to like Asia or something! Now I'm going to have to remake my wrist scars and...oh god!" He babbled to himself. He paced around the room. "Now I'm going to have to wear a fucking turtleneck everywhere because of this scar!" He said and pointed to his neck.

Staysea just stared at him incredulously.
"You're so fucking stupid, it's not even funny." she muttered, going upstairs and taking all of the lighters with her. (She found all of them....she knows, she knows)

He opened the window of his room and crawled out of it. He ran across the lawn and bought another lighter and went into the forest. He started the flame again. "So help me God! If Staysea comes near me..."

"TR-ACE!" she yelled, "PUT DOWN THE FUCKING LIGHTER! NOW!" She screamed at him.

"NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" He yelled and lit more places.

She put out the rest of the fires.
And then fell to her knees, sobbing.
"Why would you do this?" she sobbed, "WHY!?"

He tackled her. "Give me the lighter!" He yelled, thrashing at her hand.

"NO!" She yelled, planting her feet on his chest and kicked him off her, "STOP! YOU DONT FUCKING NEED SCARS, MORON! YOU WILL KILL YOURSELF WITH THE FIRE!" She screeched, "I WILL TURN YOU INTO A FUCKING JIG SAW PUZZLE IF I HAVE TO! I SWEAR, I WILL!"

He jumped back on her and held her arms down. "Give it to me! I will get it from you! Dead or alive!!!" He said and reached for the lighter.

"Is that a threat?!" she yelled and kicked him off and grabbed his arm, "If you want to keep this arm then I'd suggest you shut up and calm down."

He twisted his body so that he was able to escape her grasp. He grabbed her leg and twisted it violently behind her body.

"OW!" she yelled
"Bye bye arm." she said as she ripped it off, "I warned you."

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!!" He yelled and punched her in the face with his only arm. "GO AHEAD KILL ME! JUST LIKE YOU KILLED YOUR PARENTS!"

Staysea started to cry but kept her composure and ripped off the other arm.
"SHUT. FACE." She growled