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 Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 5:34 pm
 ☠ ☣ Every Hour goes the Tick-Tock of Motors ☣ ☠☠ ☣ They stare Us down when We met in the Emergency Room ☣ ☠
☠ ☣ And in our Beds, I can hear Breathe with Help from cold Machines ☣ ☠  Ritter hung his head down, clenching harder to the doorway. He didn't want to look at him. Reactions? How messed up was this guy? Even Kuri-San knew how to control himself. And he was a psycho when it came to fighting.
"It'sh good you apologized or elshe you would have gotten in more trouble than jusht Decker."
Ritter looked up at noah. A patch of rose spread on Ritter's face. His eyes widen, admiring the boy swollen face.
"Ka-kawii..."
Ritter stammered quietly under his breath. It was a small chance that Noah understood Japanese but Ritter tried to stay quiet just in case he did. But his words were involuntary. Noah was so cute, looking at teary-eyed and Ritter just wanted to hug him. And this disgusted him. Ritter, the white one, could hate anyone. It was impossible. The animosity would only last a day or two, Shiro would always come back to make things better. It was a gift and a curse. Ritter couldn't help being a love-filled person.
Realizing he was still staring at Noah, Ritter quickly hid his face, looking at the ground.
"But I don't undershtand. What caushe you to have reactionsh like that? And what sho important in that bag of yoursh that you would punch my darling Onee-chan? "
Ritter stopped talking. He was getting a bit nosey but he couldn't stop the words. He didn't understand why someone would hurt his sister. Not again.
☠ ☣ On the Hour... ☣ ☠
☠ ☣ They Drew Blood. ☣ ☠ I Don't Need Your Help. Just Give Me A Needle And Some Thread And I Can Fix Myself.~R.i.t.t.e.r.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 6:13 pm
••.•´¯`•.••☾••.•´¯`•.••☾Kairi☽••.•´¯`•.••☽••.•´¯`•.••
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Kairi sat beneath the branches and wrote possibly the darkest words she had while like this. She sat in a state that wouldn't know the date let alone how she got here. She was lost in time and she scribbled death that this tree had whispered to her. This half was way more intuned with the earth, mostly the dark side though.
She pulled out the baggies from her pocket and sat them on the notebook. She looked at them and tried to bite her lip fighting it. She didn't want to think that whom she got this was a young boy like her brother. That thought was too painful. She liked the thought that the name "Noah" would bring up a thug that she used to buy from. She couln't help but want to scream.
She dumped the contents of the dirty mixture and let it fall onto the ground. She looked at her arm and felt the burn of desire. She needed to feel the way she did before HMI. She took the second bag without being able to help herself and cut three lines.
After two lines he mind begin to go hazy and she stopped enough to rub the third into the cut. She felt dazed and wrote more. She didn't want anyone to hear her cry. It was painful to think of the relapse as her little brother sat in her mind asking her why? Why did she leave him? Why didn't she just let the man kill her and let her leave the holds of the drugs she had?
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 7:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 7:48 pm
 
✖ Roses are Red, Voilets are Blue..✖
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Jackson let her eye's lazily look to Jake, giving him a small smile and a 'thank you'. She didn't want anyone to have to deal with her, but it looks like she wouldn't be in a state to argue, she felt like s**t, and so help would be good. She looked at Decker, giving him the best smile she could muster also. She slipped the blanket around herself, sitting on the pillow, she didn't want to lay on the floor. On the other hand she saw sweating, making her messily pull back her hair, her bangs included so it was off her neck, she had decided she was hot more than anything. She shook her head softly at Decker's question, flinching and leaning into the trashcan, groaning when she was done and pushing it away. She didn't want to barf again from seeing it. "The remote from the movie 'Click' so I can skip this."She joked, a lazy grin on her lips, it was true. That was what she wanted. She bit her lip, not being able to feel the cold of the tub anymore and scooted over a little, only slightly feeling it, she slowly slid her shirt off, holding her head after-wards, everything was so sensitive now. She pulled the blanket up to her front and leaned against the tub with her bare back, a good balance for herself. She leaned onto her knee's. Closing her eye's. "If I knew I would have gotten out I would have never taken those damn pills."She whispered, they only helped for a short period, and some didn't work or made it worse. She hated drugs. She opened one eye, looking at Decker, she probably looked terrible, but there he was. Sitting there and watching her, making sure she was okay, it made her smile alittle, he was sweet when he wasn't angry.
✂---------------------------------------------- ✖ I'm Schizophrenic.. ✖
✖ And so am I..✖
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 8:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 8:26 pm
☠ ☣ Every Hour goes the Tick-Tock of Motors ☣ ☠ ☠ ☣ They stare Us down when We met in the Emergency Room ☣ ☠
☠ ☣ And in our Beds, I can hear Breathe with Help from cold Machines ☣ ☠ Heroin? Needles? Uh-oh. Not good for Ritter. Especailly if Kuro-San gets out. Then he saw a random ice pack in front of him. Ritter looked up Noah was asking him to break the ice pack for him. There it was again. That cute little face. Ritter blush and snatched the ice pack, hitting it maniacally. Ritter wanted to hug noah even more now. But he also wanted to punch him in the face. It was Shiro-Ritter's place to be the cute one. Though he had lost most he cute tendenacy, since he was always getting freaky with Seth.
"I don't like you."
Ritter said quietly, tossing the pack back to Noah. ☠ ☣ Every Hour...☣ ☠
☠ ☣ On the Hour... ☣ ☠
☠ ☣ They Drew Blood. ☣ ☠ .:. hands hurt and ihs very sleepy. Will post tomorrow before drama. Night night.:. I Don't Need Your Help. Just Give Me A Needle And Some Thread And I Can Fix Myself.~R.i.t.t.e.r.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 8:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 8:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 9:18 pm
✖ Roses are Red, Voilets are Blue..✖
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Jackson smiled a little "Of course you would."She said, she knew how he was with her, he wanted her to be happy, and it seemed he would do anything to do so. All he had to do was be him, he made her happy. Sane, she hadn't been bickering with her voices, he was her drug. The drug that kept her voices quiet, that helped her. She let out a soft sigh, feeling his lips on her forehead, the feeling comforting. She leaning on him, she loved people to mess with her hair, so she felt comfortable, well not really. She felt terrible, but Decker helped. She smiled a little "I believe in you ya know."She said quietly, reaching up and tapping his nose before curling up again, she felt like she was going to fall asleep but it wouldn't come, and it was driving her made. She could feel it, teasing her, sleep was laughing her in the face. She groaned, her stomach yelling at her as she leaned forward, grabbing the trashcan and vomiting, she was running out of things to throw up, half of it was just bile, and it was making her stomach burn worse than before. She wiped the cold rag across her lips and a little of her face, leaning back on Decker. "I would ask you to knock me out, but I have a feeling you wouldn't do it." It contradicted him really. Punching her would kill him but she would be able to skip a little pain in her unconscious state.
✂---------------------------------------------- ✖ I'm Schizophrenic.. ✖
✖ And so am I..✖
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 9:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 10:15 pm
IvoryEpiphany ••.•´¯`•.••☾••.•´¯`•.••☾Kairi☽••.•´¯`•.••☽••.•´¯`•.••
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The tears freely fell down her cheeks as she tore at the stitches. It was a pain that wasn't created by the drugs of the cut but by the memories. She could feel his touch snake over her body again the loud bangs the fight that she had that night before she slammed the door in their face. Had she known that her wish for them all to die would come true she would never had asked it. She pullted at the strings pulling the cut and she screamed in pain and tears.
It stung like shards of glass bitng into her arm as she cradled herself. Part of her loved this all. The other, the sane half of her, hated it. She wanted to die just as badly as she needed Jake. Jake, yes, the one who had been there for her. She stood up to run but her legs gave out and she fell forward, too weak to move, too hopeless to care, too lost and unfixable . All she could do was hope that he heard her. She sobbed into the gash. Blood wiped across her cheeks and lips drenching her body like rain and no matte how much she willed herself to stop the blood flowed until she was sure every drop was going to fade. They'd probably just all assume she was still out, tiptoeing to be sure she wasn't awoken. It wouldn't be until late night when Jake went to bed that he'd notice.
By then, she guessed, she'd freeze, be drained, and lost in the darkness.
Within this nightmare, her brother hushed her sobs and screams. He stroked her hair and whispered to her that it would be alright. she'd see, Jake couldn't stay away from her long. He'd find that she was gone soon. He'd save her, love always did. She gave into the pounding fuzziness of her headache. She was tired and was getting cold.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 10:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 10:24 pm
✖ Roses are Red, Voilets are Blue..✖
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Jackson blinked when he kissed her, he didn't care? Of course he didn't, but it made her smile nonetheless. If he kept this up she could easily say she felt more than just affection, the thought made her heart skip. No, no, no. She wasn't falling honestly in love with Decker was she? Maybe. She wasn't sure, maybe she only had the thought cause she was sick. That seemed logical, more logical at the moment anyway. She grimaced "I'm not to fond of shots." A convulsion making her wince and bite her lip "On the other hand, if it helps.."She muttered, glancing at him. "Of course, talking doesn't exactly kill people."She muttered, leaning against him again. she decided to take that back. "Well, unless your in the mafia."She corrected, they indeed got killed from talking. But that was for secrets. "Besides, I like talking."She chuckled, it was true, but most girls did. At least the social ones. Besides, she needed to get her mind on something besides being sick.
✂---------------------------------------------- ✖ I'm Schizophrenic.. ✖
✖ And so am I..✖
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 11:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 6:31 am
Jake felt his blood run cold as he heard the words from him. Running over to him he gave him a quick thanks then bolted to where Kairi was. He knelt beside her and lifted her up with his eyes teared over. "Love...please...please...dont leave me..." He hugged her close then took off his shirt to wrap around her wrist to stop the bleeding. He tied it tight then lifted her up bringing her back inside. He brought her to the room and laid her down. Without really asking he went into Ritters room and snatched up the sewing kit again. He also stopped at the bathroom to grab some peroxide. He dipped the needle in it to help keep her wound clean and waited a bit for it to dry. He then slowly took the cloth off and stitched her wound back together. After he was done he didnt leave the room and instead closed the door and stayed in the room. He sat down next to her on the bed and rested his head on her. Wrapping his arms about her he silently cried to himself.
"This is just pathetic, why would she try and kill hersel..." "If you dont shut up I will make you shut up." Without another word from Max he rested against her and hoped she would just open her eyes.
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