``Beautiful Tragedy; OPEN

[Holly Kennedy]

This beautiful tragedy is crashing into me,
So now you lay yourself down in this grave with shattered eyes.
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Holly had come to realise something. If she wasn't going to help herself then nobody was going to help her. The only trouble is that Holly knows that she needs help but she won't ever admit that so she stays stubborn and will portray a facade that's not like her. She is always the cute and sweet teenager who is always laughing and always out with her friends but not now. She has become withdrawn and a lot more quiet then she used to be and more desperate than she has been in all her life, desperate for anything now. She would have anybody to love and anybody to love her, she feels unloved a lot, like an outcast and sometimes she just needs somebody to hug but she feels like that's rare because of her the slightly vicious attitude that can radiated from her now, most people are reluctant to go near her in fear that she would bite them or something. If they knew the old Holly then they wouldn't hesitate to talk to her at all, care free and free spirited but now she feels like the world is on top of her and always out to catch her. There's nowhere she can go without being watched and it scares her sometimes, she can never be alone and never be by herself. She can trap herself inside her head but she knows she will still be watched and it leaves her paranoid sometimes.

Holly knew she wasn't going to get out of this horrid place until she admitted that she needed help but she wouldn't allow herself to admit defeat, she's too stubborn for her own good. Sitting, feeling sorry for herself, as she slowly scribbled on a piece of paper as she sat in the Art room, not even paying attention to what she was drawing or even what colour she was scribbling in she thought back to when she was happy, when she was considered a good girl. Dropping the blue pencil she lifted up her left arm and slowly stared at all the scars and scratches that she had caused herself with her cutting and the addition of all the small 'hole' marks on her arm from her drug abuse, hallucinogens. They make her look like a freak, a junkie. People call her that but she knows she's just misunderstood, at least she thinks she is.

Tearing up as she continued to feel sorry for herself, she didn't even attract the attention of the nurses in the room, she knew they didn't really care anyway. Sniffling, she brought her hand up and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She begged herself not to cry, not to break down and show weakness. It wasn't like her to feel like this but she has been here so long that she wants to go home already and she can't take it any more, any longer. She wants out and to go back to normal but she would have to let herself be helped but then she won't let anybody help her because she claims that there's nothing wrong with her.

More tears started to roll down her face and she pushed her chair back and ran from the Art room in a desperate attempt to let the other inmates in the room to not see her cry. She may appear to be tough and stubborn but really she's a very sensitive young woman who is often in touch with her emotions too much. Running down the white, cold corridor she ran to her cell room. It was a cosy room an it looked and she had tried to decorate it like her bedroom back home so it was bareable. She can't take it any more, she wants to go home but she knows she can't and it's not fair. Running over to her bed, she threw herself on it and sat while she held her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs, holding her face into her knees as she cried. She hoped that not many people had seen her cry, Holly Kennedy crying can mean big problems. If she can't take it much longer than how are other inmates going to survive?

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song: beautiful tragedy, in this moment
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[Ceilidh Emerson]

Enter, Miss Ceilidh Emerson

It was Ceilidh's afternoon break and she was about to leave the grounds for a little while. She had had a couple sessions that day, most of which had gone over quite well. She was taking a liking to quite a few of the patients here. Most of them seemed like surprisingly normal teenagers, not unlike the students Ceilidh had seen when she was in high school. It was a sin that they had to be here though. She didn't really want to think about that part of her job though, she only wanted to remember that she was helping these people get through a difficult time in their lives and that was all that mattered, really. She smiled to herself at that thought. To actually be realizing her dream of helping people, it was insane. She knew she was going to make it happen someday, but for it to happen at only the age of twenty? That was crazy. Everyone was shoked when they found out that Ceilidh Emerson had graduated from university and had already found a job at only the age of twenty, most thought she was too young to know half of what she said she did, and others were just proud of her. She smiled again, remembering her parents' faces at her graduation, filled with such emotion. There were smiles on their faces, tears in their eyes and pride just radiating off of their skin. She had been the youngest in her graduating class and valedictorian.

While Ceilidh was reminiscing in those happy memories, she was walking down a long white hallway with her hands shoved in the pockets of her dark-washed jeans. Very proffesional. A few feet ahead of her was the door to the art room. Everything was surprisingly quiet in the hall, so Ceilidh wasn't too surprised when someone came bursting out of the art room and began running down the corridor. Things could never stay quiet for long. Ceilidh was expecting someone to come running out of the art room after the fleeing girl, btu when no one did, Ceilidh became curious as to who the girl actually was. Looking more closely, Ceilidh saw a head of familiar blond hair. Holly Kennedy. What had happened? Why was she actually running away? Was she hurt? Had someone said something to her? Out of most of the inmates here at Michigan State, Ceilidh probably cared for Holly the most. What girl would want to be stuck in the asylum her parents had opened? None that she knew. Ceilidh wanted to get to the bottom of why Holly was running, she wanted to comfort her, so she ran down the hallway after the girl.

Holly Kennedy had ducked into her cell by the time Ceilidh had almost caught up to her. Ceilidh paused for a moment outside her door, really contemplating if she should go inside or not. Holly may end up thinking that Ceilidh just wanted to interrogate her, be a councelor, but right now, Ceilidh had nothing like that in her mind. She really cared for Holly, she wanted her to be okay. Ceilidh wanted to make everything all right for the girl. She was like her younger sister and who wants to see their little sister hurt? Ceilidh took a deep breath and knocked on the door a few times. "Holly? Are you in there, sweetie? It's Ceilidh, can I come in?" She called, hoping that Holly would hear her and actually let her in. Ceilidh knew that Holly liked to hide her emotions, she liked to keep them bottled up inside of her and only show her tough side. Ceilidh understood, Holly wanted to be strong while she was here, to prove that she didn't need anyone's help, that she wasn't crazy. If Holly didn't want Ceilidh to help her, then Ceilidh wanted to be someone Holly could just talk to, someone that Holly wouldn't be afraid to show her true emotions to. Ceilidh pretty much wanted Holly to be like the sister she never had.

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Tagged? Holly
Muse? I kinda went on and on in a few parts, sorry! And I hope it's okay that I joined your thread!

[Holly Kennedy]

This beautiful tragedy is crashing into me,
So now you lay yourself down in this grave with shattered eyes.
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Holly wished that she could just hide herself from the world or at least escape this prison so she could run anywhere she wanted, she would love to have the freedom to do whatever she wanted but sadly in a place like this she can't go very far and it made her feel like a caged animal. She knew that she couldn't stay here any longer. She has been at Michigan State for almost a year now because of her stubborn nature, she won't even let her mum help her. Sabrina Kennedy and head nurse can't even help her own daughter, what chance has anybody else got of helping her? She has to let somebody in sometime and it's only a matter of time before she snaps. Although, anybody that seen her just now, crying like a baby as some people would call it, then they would claim that she has snapped already. Holly knows she needs help and she's usually desperate for somebody to help her but she will never admit it, she has her pride and she won't let her guard down.

All Holly thinks she has left in a place like this is her mind and her pride and she knows that can't be taken away from her, nobody can take that so she shows it more to prove her point which adds further emphasis to her stubborn nature about not wanting any or thinking she doesn't need any help. She knows that one day she will have to admit or be a junkie for the rest of her life which wouldn't last much longer. She knew she would probably kill herself with an overdose or something if she was let out and no longer deprived of ways to get her drugs. She thought that maybe she should just give up and damage what's left of her pride and accept that people want her get better, it's the only way she'll get out and back to her family, she misses her sister Jessica so much and she feels like she hasn't seen her in years. Some of the staff thought it would be a bigger incentive for her to get better quicker if they deprived her of family visits but it's only made her more quiet and feel more vulnerable and alone.

Ceasing her crying as much as she could as a few tears still fled her eyes, she sniffled and looked up at her surroundings. Her cell room looked so much like her room at home apart from a few things and there were no pink walls but she has her posters, girly things and teddy bears that her mum had brought for her to make her feel more at home in this horrid place. The sunlight coming in through the windows stung her eyes and she looked back down. Sighing in defeat she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. She knew she had finally gave in, she had snapped after ten months in this place. She knew that if she didn't leave soon she would have to be re-admitted with another problem, probably a psychological disorder or something. She knows it's not healthy to stay in a place like this for such a long period of time. She has watched people come in and go and she wonders why she can't get out too, it upsets her to see people leaving when they come in after her.

Hearing a knocking at her door she shot her head up and panicked. She hoped nobody had seen her running down the corridor in her upset state but obviously they had, she felt ashamed of herself for acting like this. She knows she should act more grown up about her situation but when she's constantly treated like a child then she will act like one. She heard the person ask for her through her shut door, it was Ceilidh. Holly didn't feel so panicked that she knew who it was, not exactly any other inmate wanting to make fun of her or her mum who would want to mollycuddle her. Picking up her mirror from her bedside table she looked at her reflection, she looked a mess and her red watery eyes were so evident and the large scratch across her left cheek wasn't doing her any favours to convince people she had stopped hurting herself but the continuous and clear scratches and marks on her arms also added to this effect.

Even though it was Ceilidh, Holly knew she was a counsellor and that she would probably want to ask her all these questions that she would understand and she didn't particularly want to talk to her for that reason. Holly's always paranoid about the smallest things and she hates be asked things she doesn't understand. "G...go away. I don't want to talk to you" Holly shouted towards her door as she started crying again. There she goes again, trying to prove herself tough and that she doesn't need help. She can't help it, it's all she knows while she lives in here. What she really meant was to get up and open the door for Ceilidh to come in so she could talk to her but she couldn't bring herself to, she views this as weakness on her part. She really just wished that Ceilidh would come in and talk to her than just walk away. All Holly needs is somebody to vent her feelings too but it would take the right person to do it.

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tag: OPEN
song: beautiful tragedy, in this moment
notes: ily for joining it : ) dw bout making yours as long though, i just have loads of holly muse
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[Ceilidh Emerson]

Ceilidh had been waiting a while for an answer. By the looks of things, it didn't seem very likely that Holly was going to let her in. Ceilidh could hear her crying through the door, the sound made her heart break. The poor girl. It must be so hard for her. Ceilidh could hardly wrap her mind around it. The girl deserved to have the life of a normal teenaged girl. Everyone here deserved to have a normal life. Ceilidh didn't think that most people understood what kind of pressure was put on the councelors. It was pretty much up to them to help get all of these kids back on track as soon as possible. They didn't understand that most of these kids didn't actually think they needed help, so they didn't try very hard to get better. It was a very difficult situation to be in.

Ceilidh could hear from the other side of the door that Holly's crying had subsided."G...go away. I don't want to talk to you" Holly's voice cried out, and Ceilidh hear the tears start up again. Ceilidh sighed and leaned her forhead against the door, her hand on the doorknob. She knew it. Holly thought she was going to be a councelor at the moment. But she really wasn't! She just wanted Holly to talk to her! To know that she was there for her! Holly probably didn't know it, but Ceilidh would probably stand by that girl through anything. The councelor ran a hand through her short, dark hair before taking a step away from the door.

Ceilidh shoved her hands in the pockets of her jeans and began to proceed back down the hall beofre she clued in to what she was actually doing. She was running away. Ceilidh smacked herself on the head for being so careless. Holly had probably been lying. Holly had probably wanted Ceilidh to come in, she just didn't want to show weakness. Holly could be called hot-headed at times, not willing to show her emotions to anyone, not willing to show that she needed help. And here was Ceilidh Emerson, believing it. You stupid woman! She scolded herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid! And without another thought, Ceilidh turned on her heel and ran back down the corridor.

She didn't bother knocking on the door this time, her hand went directly for the doorknob. She twisted it, and to her surprise, the door swung open to reveal a sobbing Holly Kennedy, curled up on her bed. Ceilidh walked across the room and sat down next to the girl. Ceilidh wrapped her arms around the girls' shoulders and stroked her hair. "Shhh...don't cry. Everything will be all right... I promise..." Ceilidh didn't really know how she could promise such a thing, but she felt like she could. She felt like she would move the world to make things better for this girl.

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Tagged? Holly
Muse? So short! I've been having trouble with post length lately...

[Holly Kennedy]

This beautiful tragedy is crashing into me,
So now you lay yourself down in this grave with shattered eyes.
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Holly wished she didn't have to be here, why couldn't her mum just take care of her at home? She would do anything to get out of here like she has demonstrated on several occasions and often hurt herself because of it which is another reason why she's often locked in her cell room, to stop her from trying to escape and hurting herself. Holly's always the kind of girl who would get herself into scrapes and bump her head on something, it's not her fault she's so clumsy.... so she claims. She's the kind of girl who would fall off the back of a chair, trip over her feet or fall walking upstairs, she's just naturally clumsy which doesn't help her desperation to get out much, she could trip up walking in pair of heels. She wished she wasn't so susceptible to her emotions but if she wasn't she would be robot like and nobody would like that but as far as she wanted to think she had the most vulnerability because of her sensitivity that she never wanted to show but always showed itself at the wrong times.

She wanted to be alone because she felt alone. She knew that nobody understood and that nobody would understand her, not ever, not even if they claimed they did they would never know what was going on inside her forever racing mind. She would love to find somebody that knew what and how she thinks, it would be nice to share things with them because they would be on the same wave length. She had spoken to Ceilidh before and thought she was nice enough and she didn't pressure her into saying or doing anything she didn't want to but it still didn't mean that Holly trusted her. It's hard for Holly to trust anybody because of her past. It would have to take somebody special to earn her trust. Holly knows there's a part to her that can trust Ceilidh, she reminds her of her sister which is a nice feeling but she's still always on edge and will never fully say what she wants to unless provoked.

There was no way she was getting up just to let her come in and start asking her all these questions and asking her why she was crying, it was too much to think about never mind explain it. She was ready to give up and accept the help she thought she didn't need but it would damage her pride so much, she just wanted to go home and most people and the staff new this from the amount of times when she would lose it and start screaming for nothing. A lot of people questioned her sanity. However, after she had shouted that she didn't want to talk to Ceilidh she heard nothing and she presumed that Ceilidh had accepted what she said and walked away. Lifting her head she looked back down at her arms and held them out in front of her like she was inspecting them; scratch after scratch, some deeper than others and the track marks from the needles she would have used from her hallucinogen abuse. It wasn't a good idea that she always kept her pair of stolen scissors on her. She always got them taken from her but she always found a way to get them back.

Slightly more comfortable with the knowledge that Ceilidh had walked away, that's what she hoped anyway, she wallowed in her own self pity as her tears started rolling again as she wrapped her arms around her knees again, clinging to her overly thin frame was the only comfort she felt like she could get in this place, even her mum refused to comfort her at times because she had to treat her as an inmate and not her daughter, Holly thought it was ridiculous.

Jerking her head back up faster than she had before when she heard her door open, she looked like a deer caught in headlights. She thought Ceilidh had walked away and left her alone but obviously not. Thinking she was going to get into trouble for some strange reason Holly tried to hide herself by looking away and leaning her forehead on her knees. If she couldn't see her then she wasn't there, Holly had a peculiar way of thinking sometimes, almost childlike. Feeling Ceilidh sitting next to her and try to hug her, Holly automatically gave in. It felt comforting to have somebody hug her and she instinctively reached out and hugged Ceilidh back and started to cry again, she was feeling more sorry for herself than she had in a while. What Ceilidh said stumped her though, how could she promise everything would be okay? that seemed like a farfetched promise to make. "It's not alright...... I'm a mess and I want to go home........ and if you're not going to let me go home then... at least get me some angel dust, please" she muttered all this through her sobs and tears, hiccuping several times and taking in deep breaths and she had no idea why she suddenly opened up so quickly and said all this. "I want something, I feel sick without it and nobody understands me, morphine will do. I don't care" she was almost whispering at this point, she would do anything for a fix of any drug. She felt like she had gone so long without that she needed it again but in a place like this it was unlikely that she would get what she wanted.

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notes: dw bout it, my holly muse is going mad though lol
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[Ceilidh Emerson]

It’s not alright...I’m a mess and I want to go home...and if you’re not going to let me go home then...at least get me some angel dust, please. I want something, I feel sick without it and nobody understands me, morphine will do. I don’t care.” Holly mumbled through her tears. Ceilidh knew that Holly Kennedy was a complicated girl. She was the girl that nobody wanted to mess with, but the one that everyone was curious about. She was the girl that pretended to be stronger then everyone else, when in reality, she felt weaker. Holly Kennedy knew she needed help, wanted help, but didn’t want to accept the help. Ceilidh wanted to give her that help, yet, she didn’t want to be forceful. Force oftentimes got you nowhere in a place like this, to the surprise of many. By forcing unstable inmates to do things, people ended up making things far worse for people and sadly, most of the guards here liked to be forceful.

Ceilidh sighed, and continued to stroke Holly’s hair. “Oh, Holly. You know I can’t do that.” Ceilidh said in response to giving her drugs. Imagine what would happen if she did. She would end up jobless in less then fifteen minutes if anyone found out, no doubt about it. It hurt her to think about how desperate Holly was for drugs, but she could understand it, seeing as she understood addiction after learning about it extensively. Holly couldn’t help what her body wanted, needed. Because she had put all of those drugs into her body, her body seemed to think it could not live without them. But it could, she could and she would, if Ceilidh had anything to say about it.

“Trust me, darling, you are in no way a mess and you will be going home someday.” She said with such determination in her voice, that it would have probably been difficult for Holly not to believe her. The counselor was planning on doing anything in her power to make sure Holly got the treatment she needed...as long as she wanted it. If Holly didn’t want Ceilidh’s help, she wouldn’t try and help. She had promised herself that much. If Holly was unwilling to get better...then Ceilidh wouldn’t force it. Though she would probably try subtle ways to get her to submit. A teenaged girl should not be spending her years locked up in an asylum, it was just wrong!

“If there is anything that I can do for you- that I’m allowed to do- Holly, just let me know, all right?” She smiled slightly down at the sad girl in her arms. “Is there anything you want to talk about? Because I’ll listen.” It was true. Ceilidh would listen to what she had to say until she could no longer hear. She just wanted to be of some sort of help to Holly, even if it meant only listening. Because sometimes, listening is the best way you can help someone, even though it may not seem like it.

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Tagged? Holly
Muse? Really, I can’t get any length anymore!

[Holly Kennedy]

This beautiful tragedy is crashing into me,
So now you lay yourself down in this grave with shattered eyes.
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Holly didn't want to feel like this, she hated that she felt so desperate and it wasn't like how she used to be. She wished she could go back to the normal teenager she once was. She always thought what she would do at home when she got back to it, would she run up to her bedroom and sleep in her own bed and never come out of it until the next day or would she just sit in front of the TV all day while she was spoiled on from her parents? she loved to daydream about back home, it was nice, an escape from the horrible dreary place that was Michigan State. Although, Holly tends to daydream a lot while most people think she is just out of it, giving them further evidence for them to prove that she's a psycho but they're always wrong, just because she likes to live in her own head and create her own reality doesn't mean that she has psychiatric problems but some people would beg to differ, not that she cares.

Holly knows she has problems, they might not be as problematic as others but she can't help but feel like the world is coming down on top of her. She knows she has to get help before she becomes more deranged and before she feels more hopeless. She feels like a hopeless case because she has been here for so long and because there's lots of people she has watched leave the institution, it makes her feels small and vulnerable to think that she can never be helped but she knows that's not true. There's plenty of people willing to help her but she's just too proud to accept it but if she wanted out then she will have to grow up and not act like the little girl that she often portrays. She couldn't even remember what she was crying for either, it seemed stupid to her now. She felt like a lost cause.

Looking up at Ceilidh with her teary eyes she knew that she wouldn't get her anything to cure the itch but it was worth a try, she would have done anything to get a fix, a fix of anything. Her mum, one of the head nurses, had given her a shot of morphine once because she hated seeing her daughter so desperate but it was the only time she had done it and felt bad for encouraging her daughter's habits that they were trying to eradicate. The only way that Holly felt could get rid of her feeling of desperation was to cut and scratch herself, it made the pain more bearable. This is why most of the staff were concerned that she carried around a pair of scissors at times, they were frightened that she would cut and scratch herself with them but they were more concerned that she would cut herself too much or too deep and end up killing herself. "but I need it, please. I won't tell anybody. I can't do this any more..." she left out the rest of her sentence and pulled the sleeves of her purple hoodie up to show Ceilidh the huge amount of scars, scratches and cuts that were still healing, along with a few bruises here and there, some people who saw the bruises from a distance tried to spread that she was a wrist banger but even Holly's not that stupid.

Listening to Ceilidh as she told Holly that she would go home eventually she blinked her tears away and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, smudging her black eye makeup that she was never seen without. "yeahh, someday...... but never just now. Why can't mom just make me better at home? it's not fair" she sounded like she was whining like a little girl but she didn't think many people could blame her from what she has been through. She thought it was nice that Ceilidh asked if she wanted to talk about anything but Holly wouldn't know where to begin, she could sit all day and talk about her problems, she thought they were never ending, but could she really trust Ceilidh enough to share her angst with? She didn't want her to go and tell anybody else, especially her mum but she knew she probably would. She figured that if Ceilidh was going to tell her mum after she had spoken to her then it might not be so bad as she wouldn't have to tell her mum all her problems, it's easier that way. "I don't know..." she shrugged about talking about anything, she wanted to talk but she didn't want to at the same time, she felt uneasy about it, she thought Ceilidh might think she's a bigger psycho than she already appears to be. "I just wanna go home, I miss Jess" Holly loves her sister so much and she misses her like anything but Ceilidh reminds her of Jess a little, that's probably why she was opening up more than she normally would. Then she thought about her situations at Michigan, about her friends here. She didn't want to leave them either. Thinking about what she got up to in here made her feel sick. Always desperate for some sort of closure she would let any guy have her. "n I think i'm kinda a whore...... but please don't tell my mom, she'll kill me. I don't mean to...." she couldn't think of anything else to say other than 'im a cheap whore drug addict' and saying that out loud would hurt her more than she could think.

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song: beautiful tragedy, in this moment
notes: dw, it's quality not quantity ; )
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[Ceilidh Emerson]

When Holly showed Ceilidh her cuts, scratches, scars and scabs, Ceilidh was a little shocked. So that was what Holly Kennedy did when she couldn't get her drugs. She resorted to hurting herself, as though it was her fault that she couldn't get drugs for her body and as though she felt the need to punish herself. Ceilidh sighed and gently held Holly's hand, inspecting her wrist. If she was there she wanted to at least make sure that none of them were getting infected. They all seemed clean, so she released her arm. She looked down at the girl with sad eyes. Ceilidh wanted to take her pain away, but the only way that she could think of doing that was with pain killers or drugs. That was all that could probably make her feel better, but Ceilidh knew that that would only work for a few minutes. It would only work until the effects of the drugs wore off and then she wont only want them more. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, mentally scolding herself for even thinking of giving Holly some of the morphine that was in her bag. It was pretty much regulation for everyone to carry some around with them. As well as anesthesia, in case of some uncooperative inmates. Ceilidh hadn't had to use hers yet, thankfully.

Ceilidh smiled slightly at Holly. "I know you want it, and you feel like you need it, but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I made this worse for you. You know that. And you really do have to stop that...It can't be good." She would have gone into more detail abotu how it was bad for her to do such things to her body, but she didn't because she didn't want to counsel Holly right now, she wanted Holly to think of her like a friend she could talk to, not a psychologist, but Ceilidh couldn't really help the thoughts and ideas and plans that were whizzing around in her brain. Her natural thought processes. Ceilidh had to work on keeping some of her idea's to herself, most of the time. "And your mom isn't making you better at home because she knows things will turn out better for you here."

Ceilidh listened as Holly spoke and gave the girl a small smile when she said that she missed Jess. She thought it was sweet that Holly missed her sister and was thinking about her. "Almost everybody misses someone, Holly. Even I miss somebody. Her name was Lily and she was my best friend all through high school. You should remember, though, that there is always someone who will be there for you, no matter how unlikely a friend they may seem." This was true. Sometimes people didn't realize that there would always be someone that you could go to for support. Sometimes people ended up feeling so alone and uncared for, they would feel like they were drowning and that no one was there to help them, to hold them up. Ceilidh had felt like that when she had first begun university, but she had found friends that helped her through a rough time and her parents where always just a phone call away. And she had made it through. Ceilidh thought that she was a pretty good example of getting through very rough times and still becoming accomplished and doing what you want to do with your life.

"n I think i'm kinda a whore...... but please don't tell my mom, she'll kill me. I don't mean to...." Holly was saying. A whore. Someone who let people use their body. The corners of Ceilidh's mouth turned down to form a little frown. "I won't tell your mum, but why do you let people have it so easily?" She was genuinely curious. Ceilidh had never actually had sex before, and she didn't really know why it appealed so much to some people. She felt as though they were just testing the forces, seeing if the would get pregnant. As much as Ceilidh loves children, being pregnant isn't something that really appealed to her. She didn't really like the thought of having a child inside of her. But then again, she never really had to think of it because she had never actually had a relationship with someone, to the surprise of many, and if she had, she probably wouldn't have sex for a while. That is why the sexual degenerates confused her so much.


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Tagged? Holly
Muse? longer then the others, so that must be good. though I'm not too sure if i like this...