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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jun 27, 2013 12:30:39 GMT -5
I can't believe I let Att drag me to the beach. I mean, what the fuck ws wrong with him? He probably thought I needed vitamin D or some stupid shit like that, but whatever. Soon Gene and Riddle show up, who pull me into hugs. They set down their towels and I take my puppy one and slip off my boots and socks. "Where're you going?" my brother asks as I start off. "I'll be back before it's time to leave." I say simply, walking away.
Soon I find my spot. It had only a narrow strip of beach to allow access to it, so no one ever came back here- except me, of course. However, I walk right up to the rock wall to set out my towel a foot from it, rather being slightly hidden up here rather than right down on the beach. I finally gather my courage to slip my top over my head, then my skinny jeans. I fold them neatly, determinedly keeping my blue eyes from the red cuts and scars that marred my thighs, wrists, and everywhere in between. I pull my phone out of my jeans pocket to turn on Once A Liar (Always A Fake) by For All Those Sleeping. I finally lay out on my towel, covering my face with my arms to keep the sun out of my blue eyes.
OUTFIT; click
SONG; click2
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 12:39:29 GMT -5
Connor wandered closer to the wall, memories flying through his head, sirens, enough to make him sick. He was riding at near even, not enough meth to be high, not too little to be crashing. But he felt sick, dizzy... Guilty as hell.
Tears streaked his face, blue eyes glistening with them as he brushed his mop of dyed hair away so it wasn't sticking to damp cheeks.
He stumbled, tripping in the sand, had hoped nobody would be around.
But there was someone near the wall, near the wall, and the log with Adam's name carved in large letters...Adam had died on the night of his eighteenth birthday, which made things that much worse. It was a day Connor was most prone to getting himself screwed up and hopefully dead. Tomorrow.
Connor ignored the somewhat familiar girl. She was Junior, meaning she'd probably shy away anyway. Any kid at school would look on with disgust. In the corner near the wall and the log, Connor crouched, set the flowered down. "Ha-appy birthday Adam..." He choked, scratching at a freshly scabbed arm, jaw dark with the bruises of finger marks. "I love yo-ou..." |
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jun 27, 2013 12:54:09 GMT -5
I hear someone approaching and pray it's just the waves, my mind playing tricks on me. Please don't let it actually be someone here, now. Soon a voice reaches my ears and I sit up, twisting around to look at a black haired boy. I'd seen him around in school, heard his story. Certainly he'd heard mine, and wouldn't want anything to do with me. A short whine comes from the back of my throat and I cover up the worst of my cuts and scars with my arms, not wanting to grab for my shirt. Too risky. I just wanted him to leave, I just wanted to disappear. I wanted to sink into the ground where no one would ever see me, taunt me, look at me, or ever talk to me again. Was that so much to ask for. I stay quiet, and soon the song ends to start into something by Asking Alexandria.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 13:00:55 GMT -5
Connor swallowed the knot formin in his throat, the sob there. Trembling hands raked through his hair and he looked over a bony shoulder at the girl trying to hide her scars. He'd heard about her once or twice, but he hated listening to gossip and for the most part avoided it. Wiping his eyes as he stood unsteadily, he simply offered her his towel.
He wouldn't be swimming anyway. Not with people here, though he used to be the swim captain. But the scars, his starved figure, and the mornings recent beating kept him from daring even remove his hoodie in the warm weather.
A weak, sad smile at her and he turned to leave, gagging and stumbling unsteadily through the sand, doubting she wanted him anywhere near. |
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jun 27, 2013 13:30:20 GMT -5
He looked over his shoulder at me and a blush creeped across my face and I avoided his gaze, instead looking at my lap. There were scars there, I just couldn't get away from it. A couple tears fell down my face and I wiped them away. Why did it always come down to this? I look up and blink once and stand up take the offered towel, slightly suspicious. I wrap it around myself. "Thanks." I say quietly. No one ever did something nice for me, so why should he be any different? I watch his retreating back before something makes me call out. "Y-You can stay. I'm sorry." I say, my voice wavering slightly. I plop myself back down on my towel as Danny sings 'self desctuction is such a pretty little thing'. Damn, that shit was true.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 13:36:05 GMT -5
Connor hesitated. He didn't want to stay. But...yet there he was hesitantly turning around and heading back, taking a seat in the sand not too close or too far away, sad blue eyes looking back over at the flowers. Images flashed, the blood, his brother dead in his arms. He swallowed uneasily, overturned scabbed wrists and pushed his sleeves up, staring down at the sand. "I-I got 'em all over too...I won't j-judge..." He whispered softly, coughing and grimacing a bit. "Promise." And, despite so many bad stories about him, Connor wouldn't break a promise. |
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jun 27, 2013 14:08:45 GMT -5
He slowly came back to plop down in the sand not too far away from me. I press the heels of my palms into my eyes, feeling terrible. He obviously didn't want to be here, so why did I call him back? I look up and nod slightly, my blue eyes landing on his own scars. I take a shaky breath, running a stray hand through my purple hair. I eventually unwrap his towel from around me and hold it out fo him, avoiding his gaze. "You're Connor, right?" I ask, my voice quiet and barely above a whisper. I'd heard about him, but I didn't believe some of the stories. People made stuff up about me sometimes, so everything that reached my ears in school I looked upon with doubt.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 14:14:23 GMT -5
Connor took it with a somewhat shaking hand, though they were steadier than they tended to be. "Yeah, I-I am.." Bitterness laced his voice and he shrugged, rubbing his aching chest and scratching at his scarred throat. "And you a-are..?" He knew her face, but. The name slipped his mind. He was too busy avoiding people to really pay attnetion to names, though he did think they might have a class together.
He peered down the beach as he awaited an answer, wondering how many people were here, and blinked as he spotted Attyston and his buddies a ways down from this secluded little area pretty much out of sight. |
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jun 27, 2013 14:50:08 GMT -5
I nod slightly as he confirms that he was Connor. I had always been good with names and faces, could tell you most of the people in my grade and even some above and below. I still make an effort to keep my arms over some of the worst scars and cuts, though he'd promised.. but, where had promises gotten me before? "Londyn Thomas." I reply, finally daring to get a good look at my companion as he looked back from the way I'd come. I could see my brother and Riddle and Gene from here, though they probably couldn't see us. I look back at Connor, brow creased thoughtfully. I was pretty sure we had a class or two together, actually I was certain we did- math, I think it was.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 14:58:33 GMT -5
Thomas...holy shit she was related to Attyston. Well then. Had he mentioned a sibling? He couldn't remember. "Nice to a-ag..officially meet you.." He shrugged, knew the class even less since he was supposed to be a senior. He still couldn't meet her gaze, just wasn't good with that stuff. Hadn't been for awhile. Shifting his weight in pain he stretched thin legs out carefully. "We got m-math together right?" He was failing. Again. |
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jun 27, 2013 15:27:42 GMT -5
I nod slightly, a small smile on my face. "You too." I mumble quietly. Nice to meet me? Who wanted to even talk to me or look at me, let alone meet me and be caught with me? I draw my knees up to my chest and rest my chin on them, looking down at my phone as the song switched to GNF by Like Moths to Flames. I bite my bottom lip, finally raising my blue eyes to meet his. "Yeah." I agree, nodding my head. "We have the same lunch, too." I add, shrugging my pale, bony shoulders. I didn't want Connor to think I was a creep, but I never had anyone to talk to so I noticed things. It was amazing what you could see and hear when you didn't have a life of your own.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 15:34:20 GMT -5
Connor avoided meeing her eyes directly. "Do we? I-I sit by myself so-" He shrugged. Sat by himself and dealt drugs. He could guess she'd never seen him actually eat at lunch. Most days at school, he was stoned by the . God, what she must think of him. "I-...may I see..?" He nodded to her arm, hoping he wasn't intruding too terribly. But he wanted to try and brighten her day a bit. Cold fingers took her wrist gently, tracing the marks on her arms. "You're still b-beautiful.." His voice was hushed and he smiled sheepishly as he let go. Though he leaned more towards guys, he could still see when there was beauty in a person. She was just broken was all. |
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jun 27, 2013 15:59:57 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm usually in the bathroom, though." I reply sheepishly. I shrug my shoulders slightly, gnawing at my bottom lip. Why did I have to be such a loser? I didn't have to eat my lunch in the bathroom, but I did. It was better than the stares, taunts, and whispers. My mouth opens into a perfect little 'o' at his question and, before I can reply, Connor takes my wrist in his hand. My blue eyes were wide as he traces the rough lines. "T-thank you." I say, a slight blush creeping across my cheeks before I re-wrap my arm around my legs to hold them to my chest. "You are, too." I mumble quietly, half hoping that he wouldn't hear me. I was always terrible and awkward around other people, but guys and compliments were even worse- especially when together.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 16:05:18 GMT -5
"Y-you could sit with me if you'd like. We c-can be awkward together." He shrugged, smiling a bit at her compliment but pretending he hadn't heard. He doubted he was such a thing. "I m-met your brother at the mall the o-other day. I think. If h-his name is Attyston at least.." A sheepish, crooked smile. He didn't want to make her feel awkward, hence changing the subject. "I-I prob'ly made the bi-iggest fool of myself too." A bit of a fisapointed frown before he shrugged it off. |
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Post by Londyn Thomas on Jun 27, 2013 16:56:36 GMT -5
A grin passes over my face and I nod. "That sounds.. fun." I say playfully, before stopping myself. What was I doing? Surely sitting with him would only get both of us more talked about and laughed at. I shake my head slightly as Connor says that he met Att at the mall. "He's cool, but sometimes he tries to hard. But, he's my brother, and I love him. He always tries his best to help." I reply with a small shrug of my shoulders. "No one can make a fool of themself around Att, he usually ends up messing things up himself." I reply, shaking my head slightly with a small grin. I reach up a hand to run it through my purple dyed hair before finally tucking it behind my ear.
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