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Post by timothy kayden leon on Jun 18, 2009 0:13:55 GMT
i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†
†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend
Timothy disappeared into the forest with ease. The overly large black hoodie that he always seemed to wear easily hid him from everyones stares. His washed out jeans sat low on his jutted hip bones which meant he wore a belt to keep them from falling off. Vibrantly colored vans stuck out from the forests natural dark hues. His grey eyes stayed glued to the ground as he kept the hood up so his face was hidden as well. Timothy was taught from an early age intraction with other people is a bad thing and so now it just comes naturally. Don't speak unless spoken to another rule his mother had set upon him even though he followed them he found himself breaking that lately, but not often. He always waited for a scream or punishment when he did so, but they never came which for some reason always shocked the young lad. He was just so use to being punished or yelled at that he couldn't grasp on to the fact that there was no punishment for speaking here.
He had never reached the fence, but he was always trying. Kayden loved the forest, but he rarely came out to see it, he rarely left his room actually. But when he did it was becuase he was usually trying to avoid a session, he could easily hide out here. He would just walk and walk for hours before he decided he was content and would walk back, but today was different. Today he wasn't avoiding a session or anything of the sort sure maybe some people, but it seemed like everyone was avoiding someone for one reason or another. The boy had no reason to be out here except for the pure joy of being out here. His eyes followed the long crooked trunk of the tree that was blocking his path. He debated on going around it or climbing it, but in the end his slender fingers ended up grasping the bark desperatly as he hoisted himself up.
Farther and farther the boy climbed until he decided that he was at his limit. Everyone has a limit and actually Timothy has a small fear of heights, but only to a certain point. After a few silent minutes Kayden pulled down his hood and leaned back against the base of the tree as he looked around. All he could see was trees and it was actually quite calming. A contented sigh escaped the boys lips as he let his eyes flutter shut for a few moments, but the second he did he regretted it. As always horrible images reappeared into his mind. Images of his mother and the abuse she caused to him. Timothy looked down at his hands which had once been stiff were now shaking wildly. He tried to climb down from the tree in fear of falling, but ended up falling anyways. The sound echoed off of the trees and he groaned in pain as he rolled on to his side and onto his stomach trying to get up.
He knew nothing was broken, but he had the wind knocked out of him and his back hurt horridly. Timothy made it on to his hands and knees as he took a few deep breathes before he dared to even try and stand up again. His eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to over come the pain, but really he had felt much wrose, the bruises around his neck proved that. Even though most believed that every single scar on his body was caused by his hands in reality only a few acutally were, but he just pretended that they were and kept his mouth shut knowing perfectly well that his abusive mother and father were still out there and probably planning on having another kid. Even though they hated children they had to have them almost like a security blanket that they are able to treat like rag dolls when needed.
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Post by Ashleigh Summers on Jun 19, 2009 22:33:52 GMT
 with the lights out it's less dangerous------------------------------------------------------------- Ashleigh ran as fast as she could, past the trees and bushes, away from the building. She'd just made a complete fool of herself in the cafeteria. The day had started off all right for her, had counselling sessions with her therapist, where she didn't really talk much but that was usual for her. An hour at the art room, just getting into her own special world, rid of hate and stress and bad memories. Another hour in the music room. Since she had been alone in there, she dared pick up a guitar and slowly drew her fingertips over the strings. She had been terrified when the sound was loud and electric - someone had left it plugged into the amplifiers. She had thrown it to the ground, afraid she'd ruined something, but the thing is, when the guitar hit the ground, a string broke, and she hurried out of the room before anyone would notice her.
But then she had headed for the cafeteria, at twelve, and everything went smoothly under the was carrying her tray back to her table. She'd stumbled and fallen down, dropping her plate on a counsellor. There was food everywhere; everyone laughed. At her. She hated attention focused on her, it was the possibly one of the worst feeling in the world, for her, to have everyone stare at her.
Ashleigh didn't really like running, she wasn't too athletically built - most would describe her as petite - so she was quickly short of breath. She stopped every few minutes, but kept going strong and fast into the forest. She wanted to escape from this place. This was a nightmare. Being here didn't help her at all. The counsellors reminded her every single day of why she was in there, reminded her of her abusing mother and what that, and excessive bullying at school, had driven her to attempt - suicide. It made her wonder what she had done to deserve this. She had always been kind to strangers, she'd always done what her parents had told her to do, she stayed out of the kids way in school, careful not to cross their path, but still she still she got treated the way she did. Even here at Michigan State she was a victim to the bullying. Not as serious as it had been at her school, but bullying is always bullying, no matter how 'small' or 'big' it is.
As Ashleigh ran, she realised she had started crying; tears ran down her cheek steadily. She wiped them away quickly, in case she would be seen. Even though she was deep in the forest, she didn't want to take any chances.
When she felt as if she could run no more, she came to a halt, dropping down to her knees in exhaustion. She breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath again, when she heard a thud, as if someone had fallen. She looked beyond the tree she had dropped down next too, and in a small clearing she saw a boy on his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath as she had, but for different reasons; he appeared to have fallen down from the tree. What had he being doing up in the tree? Ashleigh wiped the remainder of her tears, and approached the slowly; he might have hurt himself.
"Are you okay?" she asked timidly. ------------------------------------------------------------- TAG timothy kayden leon
WORD COUNT 561
LYRICS smells like teen spirit by nirvana
CHARACTER ashleigh ellen summers
NOTES no notes
CREDIT sophielizabeth of CAUTION 2.0. |
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Post by timothy kayden leon on Jun 23, 2009 23:24:30 GMT
i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†
†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend
His fingers grasped onto the dead leaves taht were scattered on the ground and suddenly the boy was sent sprawling on to his back from a voice that got him off guard. Of course the femmeine voice didn't do anything wrong, just surprised him is all. Now that hte boy was lying hazardly on his back her question finally managed to sink in. Timothy just nodded his head slowly in reply before he turned over and managed to get to his feet without falling again, really the boy was like a fish outta water, he was quite awkward when doing things and it didn't help that he had horrible balance. After brushing off his jeans and shirt Timothy finally looked over to who had spoken. He could of sworn he had seen the girl around once or twice, but then of course he has seen a lot of people lately.
Timothy just chewed on his bottom lip while he stared at the ground and shuffled his feet around nervously. He wasn't sure what to say so he just continued to chew on his lip while he watched his red vans shuffled around and his fingers slipped into the stuffy pockets of his jeans. Of course that is when things started to get awkward and he could feel the tension starting to build between himself and the female standing before him. Timothy briskly ran his tongue over his lips and snake bites before stealing another glance at the girl. He was never sure why he got so nervous around people, okay that was a lie of course he knew why he got so nervous around people. His mother always pounded into him that he was unwanted and not worthy of peoples time. He was just a waste of time and space.
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