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Post by shades on Feb 20, 2014 17:49:41 GMT
David Mabley ; ; “Like I said, my grandparents do live in the area.” David protested, he couldn’t visit them and a college at the same time? Multitasking! Even though he barely talked to them anyways and had just seen them when they came down for the holidays. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 20, 2014 22:55:52 GMT
Drew Skyes: "It's like your really want to go, because if you didn't you'd be fighting against it," Drew represented him. |
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Post by shades on Feb 22, 2014 2:29:19 GMT
David Mabley ; ; “Why does my wanting to go bother you if I promise to say no to the college!” David shot back in a fluster, hating when his decisions were being made for him or when people would question them even. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 22, 2014 22:14:55 GMT
Drew Skyes: Her hands flew up as she spoke, "Because what if you change your mind? I won't be there to stop you from leaving me, just like everyone else has!" she didn't mean to yell out the last part, but the anger she used to defend herself was slowly slipping away and the hurt was beginning to reveal itself, eyes watering and lip quivering. "If you leave, I have no one left!" that wasn't true, she had her family and what not. But she'd feel like there was nothing left if he left. She'd given her whole heart to him and now he was taking it with him, never giving it back. She needed that heart to survive. Before he could react the sadness from her face fell and looked at the ground, blankly. "You know what? Fine. Go. I don't care anymore. Bye," and with that, she slammed the door in her boyfriends face, locking it behind her as she slipped to the ground and stared at the wall blankly.
{ This is how the fight should end so she's still wallowing in self pity and goes to the zoo and stuff. Maybe a few cuts here and there between then, so you could do the whole Bastian - daughter thing  } |
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Post by shades on Feb 22, 2014 23:20:37 GMT
David Mabley ; ; David merely looked frustrated, walking away angrily.
{ oki doki loki. } |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 23, 2014 5:03:51 GMT
Drew Skyes: Being a modern day teenager, Drew knew about cutting. She'd always thought she was above it because she was Drew Skyes, hottest bitch in school, best ass, best tits, best everything else. So naturally she was above those kinds of people. But Drew was also hurting more than she ever had since finding out about this 'cure', and was sitting on the couch in her living room, home alone, too consumed with her self pitying thoughts to think of any better way to clear her head. She hoped it worked, she hoped it released a bit of her pain, because fuck she was lonely and missed David so much.
Drew's fingers raked through the tool box in the garage loudly, trying to find the box of razors she knew were kept locked up, away from who knows what and sealed with a key. Of course Lauren Skyes locked up the razors, but Drew didn't know the reason why. What she did know was that her mom kept her keys in her top drawer in her tampon box (which Bastian would never go anywhere near) and unlocked most everything with a lock in the house. Drew, having this key now, unlocked the box and slipped out a razor, checking her surroundings before relocking the box, moving some tools over it to not seems used in a long time, and closed the garage door behind her.
As she walked up the stairs to her room, she stared at the razor between her fingers with furrowed eyebrows. So deadly yet when she pricked her finger, sparking glittering blood on the tip, she realized that it was intriguing. Mysteriously beautiful to her.
So that's why it was easy to cut it into her skin, because it was somewhat beautiful when she knew she was lacking all of that vocabulary word.
She slipped a towel from the bathroom as she passed, a red one that matched the main colors of her room, and would be easy to bleed onto without seeing the stains. Remember, Drew was lonely, but not stupid. She knew she had to hide this stress relief from her parents and everyone else, just a few cuts with some bandaids and no one would notice. Plus it was winter, long sleeves were easy to come by.
Drew sat against her bed, legs crossed indian style with the towel perched on her knee and slipping up her glasses farther on her nose. Now she shakily touched the razor to her skin and gasped as she sunk it into the flesh and drew it over the veins underneath, drawing out crimson liquid that dazzled her eyes. It hurt, but not as bad as her heart did. So she cut again, the pain searing her wrist all the way up to fingers but making her gasp a bit of relief. It didn't relieve the main feeling of hurt in her chest, but over shadowed it, and Drew didn't want that feeling to go away. So another cut was formed below the others, making her eyes water and her heart beat fumble quicker as the blood slithered around her wrist and dripped onto the towel.
It wasn't until afterwards that she was realizing she was crying.
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Post by shades on Mar 1, 2014 6:03:06 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Although it had been a long time since his sides and wrists would itch with want for the razor to cut through them, Bastian Skyes always knew his wife was paranoid with him and razors. He even used an electric razor on casual days just to calm her nerves (though it wasn’t as efficient, but at least Lauren never minded stubble) and though she claimed to be doing other things; Bastian knew she watched him out of the corner of her eyes when he used a regular razor—he won’t explain the time he accidentally cut his neck a bit and she ended up flipping out—for his safety. And over their marriage when he was nineteen, Bastian learned to live with it.
But besides that, the young father came home early. Lauren and James were talking to teachers about this and that, his son being a picky mind, eater, and someone who just needed a bit of extra attention; then they had to meet his pediatric counselor. His government job he still held was ending up in shorter days; which Bastian Skyes never minded that to spend time with his family.
The door opened and clicked shut as he arrived. Drew was home, he could tell because she had the habit of leaving the door unlocked like Bastian did when he was a teenager, leaving the father of about 36 years to look around the house. Normally, she was in her room; and Bastian made a note to greet her at least when he got home.
She was his daughter, and he her father; which sort of made it a job to spoil her. Though as she got older things became more towards Lauren’s territory with womanhood (Bastian had turned away with a stricken ‘nope’ face when he accidentally walked in on Lauren giving Drew the “growing up and body changing talk”), Bastian still usually enjoyed the days where she asked for simple things. He doubted his teenage daughter wanted toys, and expensive things she had to coax both of them into, but if Drew ever needed something. Bastian sure tried to get it.
His knuckled rapped on Drew’s door, “Drew. I’m home early from work. Your mom and James will be a few more hours, do you want to do something?” Bastian asked kindly, pushing up his glasses, green eyes staring curiously at the door knob and ears strained for her muffled footsteps on the carpet.
Hearing her sobs, Bastian opened the door a crack. “Are you okay Drew?” |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Mar 1, 2014 20:17:51 GMT
Drew Skyes: Too concentrated on what she was doing to hear her fathers floppy steps come up the stairs and down the hall towards her room, she froze in mid cut, body rigid, mind whirling in and out of being able to process things regularly or to let herself slip into the numb essence the cutting pushed her to go towards. She did have enough sense, though, to get up quickly and run to the door, pushing against it roughly. "Dad, get out!" she shouted, holding her bleeding wrist up in the air, splattering the blood in different directions accidentally. Drew was dizzy, she realized, and and was swaying softly as her back pressed to the door. She'd never been really good with blood.
The towel had slipped from her lap when she'd struggled to get up, so now all she could do was hold her other hand below her bleeding wrist to catch the drops. "G-Go away," she said dully, biting her lip and blinked down through tear blurred eyes at her shaking arm.
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Post by shades on Mar 3, 2014 0:07:20 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; His brows furrowed, knocking more furiously this time. Bastian was worried for his daughter, wanting to bust down the door. Body pressing against the wood, he turned the door knob. “Drew Madeleine Skyes, you open the door right now before I take it off the hinges.” He threatened, pounding on the door again.
A finger brushed away a speck of wetness, smearing blood on his cheek and finger. When he barely glanced at it, Bastian Skyes had to do a double take; before real worry began to settle in. Making the father more frantic, banging one more time.
“Please Drew.” He begged.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Mar 3, 2014 15:44:56 GMT
Drew Skyes: She was hunched over and panicked now, breath heavy with her sobbing. "Go away!" she shouted, pressing her lower back to the door as hard as she could while still trying to balance the blood dripping from her wrist. But she was slowly getting weaker, and she didn't know if it was from the blood loss or her lack of strength, but it was only a few second after that that she moved away from the door and fell to the ground, crawling to grab the towel before her dad could see. Drew didn't want to look at him, or him to look at her. She felt ashamed, though her rebellious side told her she didn't have to, and she felt petty numb everywhere else too.
"Go away," she cried, curling into a ball and tightening the towel around her wrist more, messily though, and smearing blood not only on the carpet but on herself and her bed. So dumb, such a bad idea. She should have thought it through, should have had a back up plan for if someone came home. But now she had no excuse or way to escape and she just cried into her knees, not wanting her Daddy to see her like this.
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Post by shades on Mar 3, 2014 21:46:06 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; The instant he stepped in Drew’s room, the smell of iron hit him; the familiar smell of blood. He knew that smell from many years ago, and working overseas. It wasn’t a smell he could get out of his nose easily. To see it in his daughter’s room made Bastian Skyes pause in mid-step, looking down at Drew sadly.
He recognized what happened, even if she was hopeful he wouldn’t.
Bastian remembered it from his past, the scars of it—literally.
Kneeling down, knowing she would resist. Drew was always rebellious and feisty like his wife, it was no doubt who she got it from. Reaching for her arm, ignoring her whimpers and cries, Bastian tugged the towel off to examine the wounds. His breath hitching in his throat as Bastian recognized the familiar markings which adorned his own left arm and stomach. “Oh baby.” He finally sighed sadly, taking off his tie to wrap around above her arm; like Lauren did many years ago when she found him.
Finally he knew what she felt when she found him that day.
“Drew…let’s get to the bathroom, please.” Bastian coaxed her, not caring about the own stains his clothing would receive. Instead he was more worried about her tumbling to the bathroom and causing more stains—though that was not his first priority. His arms slipped under the crook of her knees, the other to the small of her back, carrying his teenage daughter like he would when she was younger and tired, like the way he would have carried his wife to the bedroom on their wedding night. Holding her close as they entered the larger full bathroom connected to the master bedroom.
Sad green eyes watched Drew sob and blubber, more focused on helping his daughter with the wounds on her arm. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Mar 3, 2014 23:04:30 GMT
Drew Skyes: Now she felt so over cumbersome with guilt that she actually tried to slip out of his grasp so she could get away. She didn't want to face him, wished this was all just a fucked up dream she wasn't living. She didn't want her Daddy to see her so broken.
As he sat her down on the counter in the bathroom, she dropped her head and cried, shoulders shaking, lips quivering non stop. Her free, though bloodied, hand went to her face and she covered it. "I'm sorry," it was muffled, but hysterical, as she cried harder than she ever though she could.
No pain had ever felt as bad as she was feeling now.
"I thought it would help," she said honestly, because she had no other way of seeing the bright side of things and also had no idea why her life was so fucked up and why she couldn't be happy all the time. The depression that gripped her never left, not even for a second, and seemed even worse when David was gone. She was kind of acting like a sad five year old, but she was too hurt in all different ways to care. Unlike some people, Drew wasn't very strong in general. She lost her temper too much, cried a lot, and had a shit tone of self pity. But that was just who she was. "I thought it would help," she didn't want to add And for a second there, it did. I was numb to it all. But hadn't opened up to her father since she was what, eight? It was awkward now. And she was embarrassed and guilty and sad. So she just cried and hoped for the best.
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Post by shades on Mar 3, 2014 23:22:23 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; He shook his head ever so slightly, wetting a rag and wiping the blood up from her arm; pressing down lightly. Bastian was quiet for a few moments, until the bleeding had fully stopped, before he spoke. “So did I.” Looking up, green eyes meeting.
With a tug of his sleeve, the slashes were still there from when he was seventeen. The deeper ones were pink and raw, the others were white and thin. Bastian looked down, knowing he shouldn’t be shy about his wounds and scars, but he was. As soon as Drew saw it, he tugged his sleeve down and reached for the peroxide and found a new rag. “I was hospitalized for a week, three days recovering, and three days in a psychological ward.” Bastian paused in his working, “this will sting.” He said, pushing it onto the scars.
“Anyways, I was home alone, like you. But I got much farther, lost a lot of blood, and passed out.” Bastian continued to explain dully.
“It’s not worth it.” He whispered.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Mar 3, 2014 23:32:01 GMT
Drew Skyes: Her green eyes, so much like her father's, were wide when she saw the scars, finally looking up at him for a split second. "Y-You...?" she asked, not wanting to say it outloud or speak about what she'd done. Tears stilled wetted her cheeks, but she forgot about them for the most part, sniffling ever so slightly. "Why would you? You had mom and stuff," her eyes went back to looking down, wincing at the sting of the cuts and unfocusing her gaze on them.
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Post by shades on Mar 3, 2014 23:45:14 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; His lips pressed together, Bastian bobbed his head slightly. He looked for the gauze quietly, when he finally found it though Bastian spoke again. “No, I didn’t have your mother when this happened. She had left me, a break she assumed, a break-up I assumed.” Bastian explained simply, sighing.
“Your mother was a boulder, tough to crack. She wasn’t ready for the relationship I was ready for, and it drove her away for a while. It almost killed me and made me insane.” Bastian told, wrapping her arm gently, with expert fingers like he did so with his own stomach back then—but that was another story or if she asked.
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