Shippies arn't so bad... are they? :MATURE:

The red head, at hearing Carlos speak, attempted again to move but only let out a yell of pain as he snapped his wrist by applying too much pressure on the already weakend body part.

Slowing down his pace, Carlos now looked distraught. "Skye... Please... I'm sorry..." He began to say to no one in particular.

As the red head started to feel worse he realised how much of an idiot he'd been. Carlos had the right to be angry at him... scratch that he had the right to be FURIOUS with him.
The red head tried to move but his wrists weren't working so he couldn't budge from where he was sat.

Carlos continued to call out, clearly determined to find his friend. He continued to wander but soon found himself lost.

No reply came, the red head was too busy pressing the knife into his wrist to notice. He'd decided the fast way would be as the 'Emos' called it, up the lane. Wincing as he sliced the skin open to reveal the crimsion liquid below Skye felt a wave of diziness sweep over him, he'd cut just a little too deep.

Carlos searched down the many roads that linked to his own, occasionally calling out his friends name in hope of a reply.

Skye huddled up and looked at the knife that he'd taken from Carlos wondering which was the faster way to kill himself.

At hearing the ring tone caused Carlos' eyes to roll, putting the phone down, he heaved himself off of the sofa and walked behind the stairs. Noticing his friends phone on the floor, he picked it up and placed it in his pocket before grabbing his jacket and leaving the home in search of his friend.

The phone started to ring in reply to Carlos calling it, but the problem was, the red head wouldn't hear it seeing as he'd left it under the stairs where he'd been hiding.

Continue to rub his head and trying to calm himself down, he let out a deep sigh before glancing at his phone. Maybe he did over react, he began to think. Raising the phone, he decided it would be best if he apologised. Dialing Skye's number, he sighed once again before raising the phone to his ear.

What upset him was that Carlos had actually acted like his brother. He hated seeing that side of people. Huddling up the red head continued to cry and wondered if it'd be best if he just vanished into thin air.

Carlos crashed down angrily onto his sofa and rubbed his head. There really was no need for what Skye had done, in fact, Carlos had expected better from him of all people.

Eventually stopping Skye slumped down on the floor and cried. His heart really really hurt from how fast it had been beating.

Despite how harsh Carlos had been, he didn't see how it was unjustified. Anybody who went against him in a way he considered to be cruel deserved some form of punishment.

Skye nodded weakly, pulled away from Carlos and legged it out of the house absolutly petrefied. His heart was racing and he felt like crying. The red head hadn't meant to annoy Carlos so badly.

"I know what you did and it wasn't funny." He growled angrily. "Do it again, and I'll cut yours off." He said, baring his knife threateningly at the red head. Despite his usual laid back personality, when annoyed Carlos tended to go over the top.

He fell silent and glanced at the kitchen, he could see the tablets on the surface and gulped.

Carlos now snarled in the red heads face. "But what?"

The red head whimpered.
"B-b-b-b-b-but...."

Growling with anger, he found Skye's hiding place rather easily due to his keen sense of smell. Glaring down at the red head, he pulled him to his feet. "I gave you a chance, and you didn't take it."

Skye whimpered quietly and huddled up, now terrorfied of what his friend might do.

Stamping one foot on the ground, Carlos roared with anger. "Get out here! Now!!!"

Skye still refused to move.

Sighing with irritation, Carlos snarled again; "The sooner you come out, the less punishment you'll get."

The red head bit his lip and continued to hide.