Tina Cohen-Chang is Princess of the Asian Vampires (colored_streaks) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-01-15 15:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | mike chang, tina cohen-chang |
Who: Mike and Tina
What: Despair takes hold of Tina to the point of suicide. Mike comes to the rescue.
When: January 15th, Late Afternoon
Where: Tina's room
Warnings: Suicide attempt, probably some language
Status: In Progress
Tina Cohen-Chang had always had a fascination with death. Not her own, just the concept of death. What did it mean to truly die? Was there a soul? What about the people left behind? There were many ways to die and Tina had thought of them all. But never in her wildest dreams did she ever consider ending her own life. She had a bright personality masked by dark clothing. It just took getting to know her, getting past the shy exterior, to see that. But that was before Lawrence. Before the Apocalypse and before Kitty Pryde.
The day before she had stated that she didn't have the energy to go to the music room, and it was true. It just took too much energy, and it wasn't like she was Rachel Berry, Lima's own diva extraordinaire. The girl could sing, anyone could see that. Didn't mean they had to like her, though. But no, she was no Rachel Berry. She was just Tina. Shy, meek Tina, who sang out her feelings because sometimes that was all she knew how to do. Years of stuttering had stunted her ability to express herself. But music was a safe haven. So when the despair of everything became too much? Tina had forced herself to get dressed in a stripped shirt under a black tank top and an army green skirt and brush her hair. It wasn't like she had anyone to look good for, but she didn't need to worry people.
Arriving at the music room had been devastating. Everything was gone. She didn't know how, and she didn't know who, but everything was gone. The one way she could express herself, vanished into thin air. She had failed. She should have found a way to protect it. But who would want to steal instruments? Not even Puck would do that. So why? Why would someone do it? It was the final straw. Arriving at the Apocalypse would have been daunting but fine if Mike hadn't had Kitty. And then his talk of his harem. She had played along because she'd been tired of fighting, but it stung. Deeply. The wound in her heart slashed deeper, the blood pooling in her heart. But she thought she could get through it. So long as she had her music.
Returning to her room in tears, Tina closed the door and slid down against it, banging her head as she repeated the mantra of failure over and over. That was all she was. A failure. A failure at protecting the music. A failure as a girlfriend. A failure as a human being. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. They were doomed anyway. She had no special powers to help with the fight, she was just a sixteen year old girl. So she put her message, went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, slicing it along the veins deeply. Then she checked. Only to see Mike respond. That was rich, Mike responding. She knew she shouldn't reply back, but she needed him to know she loved him. One last time.
And then, it was back to cutting her wrists, the sleeves of her shirts pushed up so as not to stop the blood flow. Hearing the ping that she had a message, Tina closed her eyes and curled up on the couch. She didn't care anymore. It was all going to be over soon. She just didn't count on how cold she'd be as the blood left her body, staining the fabric of her couch, falling to the floor. Soon. Soon she'd be free and out of this hell.