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[Holly Kennedy]

Just top yourself up and tear yourself down
you built your one wall, now find the way around

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Lying on the sofa under the window at the side of the social area was beginning to get boring, the bright light stinging her eyes from her lack of sleep. She would hardly sleep in this place incase somebody attacked her or tried to do something to her, it freaked her out thinking about it. Pulling the hood of her purple hoodie up over her head, she tried to block out some of the sunlight. Although, the sunlight coming in from the window on a warm day made her feel too hot in her hoodie but she was adamant that she was keeping it on. Holly always wears long sleeved items, anything to cover up her arms, she's not proud of the needle and drug marks near the inside of her elbow, the marks are obvious to almost anybody if they saw them. Along with that she has the remains of scars where she cuts herself, white raised lines that would never go away, some pink scars of healing wounds and some fresh scars that had crusted over, stupid platelets. Holly wished she was never like this but sometimes fate deals you an unfortunate card and Holly felt like she had got the worst deal even if others at Michigan were more mentally ill than her, all she cares about is herself most of the time.

Laying down on the sofa she felt like she was going to fall asleep as her eyes became heavy, she knew she would probably fall asleep if she continued to lay down on the sofa, she wanted to go to sleep but she didn't want to, she's a complicated young seventeen year old. Feeling her arm itching she sat up quickly and pulled the sleeve of her right arm up to her elbow, she cringed when she saw all the needle marks, scars and scratches. Sometimes she would cry about her situation, she felt like she was the only one and that nobody could help her and she knew she couldn't help herself, she felt like she was stuck with no way out but to stay at Michigan State for as long as she lived, she didn't think she was getting out anytime soon. Scratching at the inside of her arm with her black painted nails she caused long bright red scratch marks all along her arm, making what was already there look worse.

She knew that because they day was sunny and warm that most of the inmates and her friends would probably be outside, having fun.... or as much fun you can have here, playing basketball or something. Holly wanted to stay indoors though, she didn't feel very sociable today. Tired and exhausted she tilted her head back and sighed and pulled her sleeve back down, she hoped there was nobody around that had seen her arm, they could start asking questions and that was the last thing that Holly wanted.

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TAGGED ?! OPEN
STATUS ?! done
WORDS ?! 494
LYRICS ?! For a pessimist im pretty optimtsic, paramore
NOTES ?! i have random muse for holly : )
CREDIT ?! _and_heartsxx of CAUTION!

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[Hart Kennedy]

It had been a party-till-you-drop night last night with the gang, and Hart was feeling more hung-over than a dude in a fireman’s lift. Rubbing his face with one hand and raising his mug of hot chocolate to his lips with the other, he squinted at the duty rota pinned to the notice board in the staff lounge. Oh, great. He was due for social area duty in five minutes. Sitting down in the nearest chair, Hart groaned and finished his hot chocolate. Staying up till four am with the gorgeous bloke from Score was not the cleverest idea Hart had ever had on a Wednesday evening. But he was particularly gorgeous. One of the other counsellors saw Hart sitting in a chair moaning to himself and came over to ask what was wrong, but Hart waved her off and hauled himself out of his chair. He could just collapse on a chair in the social area. It was a nice day so there wouldn’t be many people in there anyway.

Wandering the halls, Hart’s head was filled with memories of last night. A little smirk flickered across his face, unable to contain his smugness. He’d managed to be asked back to people’s houses every single time he’d been clubbing for the last few weeks, and he loved it. Being the attention seeker he was, Hart was only happy when people were paying attention to him. Rejection was not something he was used to.

Upon reaching the large, comfortably furnished room, Hart thought it was empty. Looking round, however, he spotted his younger sister Holly sitting on a sofa in the far corner. She was scratching her arm, fully baring her scarred skin.
“Hey beautiful,”

[/font] Hart greeted her, wandering over and ruffling her hair playfully before sitting down on the sofa next to her, rubbing his temples tiredly.
“How you feeling? I had a bloody amazing night. Rough hang-over though,”[/font] Hart muttered, squinting through the bright sunlight coming in through the window behind them.
“Bloody idiot,”[/font] he muttered to himself.

Fiddling with his hair, he smiled across at his sister with a slightly sad expression. He felt horrible that she had to live here, at this miserable institute. It wasn’t like she couldn’t get better. If anything, this place made the inmates worse. But what could he do? He was just a lowly counsellor fresh out of university. The only reason he got a job here was because his mother worked here and was recommended. He wouldn’t be able to find another place to work for a few years to come. Hopefully the experience would all pay off, in the long run.
“I spent the night with a bloody gorgeous young lad... can’t remember his name though,”[/font] Hart chuckled, raking his brain for the man’s name. It didn’t come to him.[/blockquote][/size]

[Holly Kennedy]

Just top yourself up and tear yourself down
you built your one wall, now find the way around

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Holly just wanted to sit in peace, she liked the quiet and there was no younger kids running around the place to annoy her. She felt liked climbing over the back of the sofa and pulling the old curtains over the window to block out the light but she really couldn't be bothered to get up, she would just have to be blinded whenever she looked upwards. Even with the blinds open and the sunlight flooding it still didn't really lift the gloomy atmosphere of the institution, the whole place was depressing, according to Holly anyway, and she wanted out sooner rather than later but she didn't think that was going to happen at all. She didn't know how much longer she could sit here and she figured that she might aswell do something productive than sitting and feeling sorry herself. She was going to get up and drag herself somewhere when she saw Hart coming towards her, she didn't even hear him come in. She was glad that he was here though, she was glad that he worked here; if he wasn't she knew that she would be an even bigger mess than she already is without him to keep her on track, although she figured she fell off a long time ago.

Smiling slightly as he shouted out at her, at least somebody noticed her in this place, most people were always too busy thinking about themselves. It was nice to be noticed for a change. Although when he ruffled her hair she grunted, her biggest pet peeve is people touching her hair and she knows he knows that, she knew he was just doing it to annoy her, nothing new there really. "Don't. do. that" she whined as she fixed her hair, flattening it down again. "But since you asked, I'm fine" she muttered loudly, trying to sound sarcastic. It's all the staff asked her; how she was, how she was feeling and everything else she could think of, she wished they would just leave her alone sometimes. Holly is probably one of the moodiest teenagers at Michigan or close to it but she never really cares. She knows the only reason she's like this is because she wants to go home so badly, she just wants to go back to normal. "I'm so glad you had fun. You get to go out a be an idiot and I'm stuck in here, thanks for the info." Holly didn't see why he could take her out somewhere with him as long as he brought her back or something, she felt like she was going insane in this place."You're such a whore" The last thing she wanted to hear was about the adventures of her brother that she'd rather him keep to himself. "But seriously, get me out of here. Take me with you or something. It's not fair" she almost started whining like a little girl but she felt passionate about getting out and she didn't care how she did it, she would do it eventually when she figured out how to.

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TAGGED ?! OPEN
STATUS ?! done
WORDS ?! 532
LYRICS ?! For a pessimist im pretty optimtsic, paramore
NOTES ?! she's such an emo ; )
CREDIT ?! _and_heartsxx of CAUTION!

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[Hart Kennedy]

Crossing his legs, Hart inspected his nails. He was quite impressed at how well the nail varnish had stood up to a night of hard partying and sex.
“Come on sweetie, don’t be so snappy. I’m just doing my job, y’know. It'd be nice if I was given a bit of slack for once,”

[/font] Hart complained, still nursing his hangover. Closing his eyes against the bright light, he leaned his head back against the sofa. He smirked his trademark smirk when Holly complained about his fun night.
“Hun, even if I could, I wouldn’t take you out clubbing with me. I mean, the Detroit gay scene isn’t exactly a place for a seventeen year old breeder,”[/font] Hart said, half teasing, half being a mean big brother. He often acted a bit rude to straight people, calling them breeders and other names. I mean, if they were allowed to call him names, why couldn’t he call them names back? It was only fair.

Fiddling with his hair, Hart sighed and smiled dreamily. He wished he’d got a cell phone number or something off of the boy last night. He really was quite something... It was a shame Hart couldn’t even remember his name.
“Shut up you!”[/font] Hart snapped when she accused him of being a whore, “I’m no whore, I’m actually very picky, thanks very much.”[/font] It was very easy to get Hart annoyed, and when he was, the claws came out. He lost patience with Holly’s whining very quickly, and felt snappy and moody already.
“For fuck’s sake, don’t whine at me. Life isn’t fucking fair. You’re not old enough to drink anyway so fucking get over it,”[/font] he muttered, rubbing his forehead in an attempt to get rid of his pounding headache.

Opening his eyes carefully, he glanced around the room boredly. He was already annoyed with his sister, and wanted something more interesting to do. A small thought flickered through his fuzzy brain, and he grabbed it.
“Hm...you don’t happen to know Tristan Black at all?”[/font] he probed cautiously. He didn’t want her asking awkward questions ... although; he was probably just being paranoid. Holly wouldn’t assume that he had a thing for his patient, would she? Of course not... Tristan was eight years younger than Hart, so Holly wouldn’t in a million years make that assumption. Rubbing his neck, Hart yawned and closed his eyes again, wishing he could curl up and go back to sleep.
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[Holly Kennedy]

Just top yourself up and tear yourself down
you built your one wall, now find the way around

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Holly wasn't really interested in what Hart had to say, she knew she would get rid of him soon, she hoped. Maybe then she could go do something she wasn't supposed to, raid the nurses office or something. She had done it before but got caught and was practically dragged to the isolation room, that wasn't a fun day. Although, all she was in their for was a pair of scissors, she didn't really know what she would do with them or use them for, as yet, but she felt like having a pair of scissors, she could use them for protection or something, she really didn't have a clue. They didn't even realise that she had taken the scissors, she hid them in her back pocket and they always sit in her back pocket. She's always scared that somebody will attack her in this place so she always keeps the scissors in her back pocket or in the pockets of her hoodies, she always has them on her in some way.

Half listening to Hart she didn't know what he had to complain about, he had everything according to her; she felt like she had nothing because she was stuck in here, she had no freedom and she felt like she didn't really have a best friend at all. There was nothing more she was desperate for than to get out of here, she knew she would get out even if she died trying and typical Holly probably would try something stupid. "I'm not snappy, im fucking irritated if you must know.....stupid arm itches like hell and the only drug you can get around here is morphine or something.... but noooo, they don't let you have anything" she knew she was ranting but she couldn't help it, she was just annoyed at the fact that none of the nurses would help her out. She wouldn't really want to ask them either, she knew they would just run to her mum and tell her what she said and end up getting into trouble. "And I don't care where I go. Anywhere's better than in here. I'd rather go to school than be here..... and what the fuck did you call me, a breeder? what? you want me to have kids or something?" Holly didn't know what he was getting at, it was confusing her. "don't tell me to shut up, it's true. I've got a whore for a brother, lovely sentiment, but if I told you I love you can you get me out of here?" she asked finishing her sentence sweetly but in a fake manner

She didn't like how he had snapped at her for asking a simple question. He frightened her with they way he acted sometimes and she didn't know how she was so offensive for him to say what he said. "I'm not whining and don't I know life isn't fair, this isn't fair. I wanna go home" she muttered as she brought her hand around to her back pocket and pulled out the shiny silver scissors, they were annoying her in her back pocket since she was sitting on them. She knew that hart thought that she probably used the scissors to cut herself with but she really didn't, they comforted her in a strange way, she felt safe with a simple pair of scissors. Lifting her head when he asked about Tristan she nodded slowly. "Yeah, course I do. He's amazing like oh my god" she stated dreamily, Jake had practically had his way with most of the inmates, most of them the girls but she swears that she's onto him next time he tries anything.

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TAGGED ?! OPEN
STATUS ?! done
WORDS ?! 628
LYRICS ?! For a pessimist im pretty optimtsic, paramore
NOTES ?! meh : )
CREDIT ?! _and_heartsxx of CAUTION!

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[Hart Kennedy]

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“I know you’re irritated. You’ve got a fucking attitude on you Holly - you all do. I get shit from you kids every single day! I’m only trying to help you guys get better. Maybe if you didn’t fight it you would be able to get out of here!”

[/font] Hart sighed, feeling frustrated. Why couldn’t Holly – or anyone else in this goddamn place – see that he was only trying to help them get better and to get home where they belonged? He didn’t like that they were stuck here, it wasn’t fair, but what else could he do?
“Give it up Holly. Drugs aren’t big and they aren’t fucking clever,”[/font] he muttered, but knew his protest would fall on deaf ears. Holly seemed to think that drugs were cool or something like that. He appreciated that she was hooked, but he couldn’t understand why she had started taking them in the first place. Their family life had been a happy one, right? Sure there was his little blip, when he stopped talking, but that was over in a few months and Holly had always been such a happy girl... Sighing, Hart wrapped his arms around his sister, feeling sadness creep up on him like an old enemy.

“I’m sorry I called you that. It wasn’t nice. I picked it up from ... clubbing,”[/font] he sighed, kissing the top of her head. All he wanted was for Holly to be happy, but whilst she was here, she never could be and he knew it.
“Alright already... I know I’m a whore...I’m sorry,”[/font] Hart rolled his eyes, looking down at the floor to rest his aching eyes, “But calling me names isn’t going to make me try to bust you out or whatever.”[/font] Hart smirked to himself; he often forgot he wasn’t the only bitch in the Kennedy family. The Kennedys were all strong spirited, but often ended up being accused of being whores and bitches. Sighing and stroking his sister’s pretty blonde hair when she whined to go home, he had to try really hard not to cry. This place was dragging him down so far, it wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t just the kids that were depressed. Hart felt like he was going that way too and no one here was here to help him. That’s why it made him so cross when the kids rejected any kind of help. The staff may seem unfair and annoying, like they don’t understand, but everything they did was to benefit the inmates in the long run.

Holly’s reaction to his mention of Tristan made him smirk.
“Oh? How so?”[/font] Hart asked, hoping to god she hadn’t slept with him. If she had, that might just be the final straw for his infuriating patient. I mean not only did Tristan give Hart grief on a regular basis with his surly attitude, but if he’d had sex with his sister. Well, that wasn’t going to go down too well with Hart. Fidgeting so he had one arm round his sister’s shoulders, he frowned at the scissors in her hands and reached out to take them from her but not in an angry way. He was more curious; he wanted to know what was so amazing about a pair of scissors.
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[Holly Kennedy]

Just top yourself up and tear yourself down
you built your one wall, now find the way around

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With being so quiet Holly felt like she was opening up more, she was talking more than she was used to, just now anyway. She had said the same amount of words in the past couple of minutes than she would have said in a couple of hours but she knew that's only because she was talking to Hart. He's not just a counsellor, he's her older brother too and she feels like she could say pretty much anything to him because of that but there's always things she would be reluctant to say, she just hadn't figured out what they were yet. She feels like he's the only person she can talk to properly, she would never trust anybody else in this place and she would never talk about things like she did with Hart to her mum, that just wasn't right in Holly's head. She knew that Hart understood her more, she just knew. Her mum sugar-coated everything to make it seem it wasn't as bad as it was, Holly hated that.

Frowning as Hart said something about her having an attitude, she glared at him slightly. She knew this already, she had always had an attitude and it wasn't really something new but maybe it was more obvious than before but she understood what he meant by wanting to help them, it was just that not a lot of the kids wanted help and only made themselves difficult. "I know you're only trying to help but it doesn't mean I need it. I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me" she muttered quietly, folding her arms in her usual miss madame way. "and I didn't say drugs were big or clever but you don't know what it's like. I need it, the more I go without the worse I get and nobody tries to help me out, bet you've never been so desperate for something you start shaking because of it" Holly knew she complained a lot about her situation but she couldn't help it. The one time where she managed to steal a cap of morphine she was found out and was locked in her cell room for the rest of the day. Not many of the staff throw Holly into isolation any more because they know it never teaches her anything. She was glad that he hugged her though, it was nice to feel loved for a change, properly loved and not just something to "do" as some of the boys in the institution saw her as just because she was pretty. Leaning her head on his shoulder as he hugged her she sighed, it was just typical that she would get thrown in a place like this but she knows she's not alone as long as Hart's around. Although, that reminded her that he wasn't always here, there were times where she coudln't find him when she needed him and that kind of situation frightened her, reminding herself that him sitting talking to her like this might not happen again for a while she wrapped her arms around him too and tried to hug him as much as she could, almost as if he would vanish if he left her sight.

She didn't think it was fair that Hart kept talking about going out all the time to her, it only made her feel more miserable that she couldn't go anywhere. "I don't care where you picked it up, just don't call me it again. It's not funny. I get called enough things 'round here so don't start, but can't you just take me home? I miss Jess and nobody would notice I'm gone anyway" she really did miss her sister, she just wanted to hug her and tell her that she wasn't going anywhere but she was going to stay home but she didn't know how much longer she would have to go without seeing Jess.

He diverted her attention though when he asked about Jake and she smiled slightly. "How so?" she asked, a bit confused. Maybe she wasn't being clear, she never usually is and it takes some people a while to figure her out. "You'll freak..." she muttered as she looked up at him, she knew he probably wouldn't want to hear what he was asking. "might've slept with him last week but it's nothing really, I swear. I shouldn't have let him" she started shaking her head softly, she really did wish she caught onto him before she gave in without thinking. Letting him take her scissors from her she frowned again and quickly grabbed them back and held them tightly in her hand. "Mine" she half shouted like a small child.

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TAGGED ?! OPEN
STATUS ?! done
WORDS ?! 649
LYRICS ?! For a pessimist im pretty optimtsic, paramore
NOTES ?! nada
CREDIT ?! _and_heartsxx of CAUTION!

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