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Post by miley on Apr 3, 2010 17:58:38 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  ONE MINUTE I HELD THE KEYN E X T T H E W A L L S W E R E C L O S E D O N M E_________________________________________________ ------Scarlett woke from a peaceful sleep. that being a plus, but waking up, not so much. usually scarlett's dreams aren't as pleasant as they were last night. she'd never really had very many good dreams you could say. she was more of the dreamless kind of person. but usually when she did have a dream it was nothing shy of terrifying. most of the time scar's dreams consisted of her father. scarlett didn't like to talk much about her past, to anyone really, but especially to herself. though her dreams would always remind her. scarlett doesn't deal with her problems, she just ignores her feelings and drowns herself in someone else's. she is the kind of person that will help you selflessly, but deep down there was always some kind of selfishness to it. she doesn't want to deal with pain, at least not her own, but if someone else has pain then scarlett is more than willing to take theirs. she is strange like that, she doesn't know where it stems from, maybe her grandpa, but she is a sweetheart who is seventeen and trapped in a fifty year old psychiatrist's body. she loves to listen to problems, give advice, and hear about past troubles. but the oddest thing about that, is she has never opened up like that with anyone else. she can't, it's like there is a wall that can only hold someone else's pain but never her own. that's why she can't even think about her past or else she knows what will happen. she will fall into the depths of sadness, hurt, guilt, and abandonment. she never wants to feel like that, but it would be inevitable if she let her mind wonder.
----- Scarlett sat up on her heels. she looked out of her window that sat behind her bed, peering out until her tired eyes couldn't anymore. she was seriously debating whether or not she should just go back to sleep. it was Saturday, a day after a hectic school day, she deserved it. she wanted to go to sleep badly, it had taken her at least three hours to go to sleep last night. scar had feared the worst if she'd gone to bed that night. she thought that last night might have been the night she finally had a bad dream. she was afraid of the possibilities of the nightmare. maybe this time it would be about her dad. that day when she found him on the floor of the bathroom. the day she was so afraid of ever having to relive. maybe the time when the doctors told her why he died, or better yet, told her grandpa, which she accidentally overheard. she was only five, she wasn't sure what cocaine was. she had no idea it was bad, she didn't even know about death at the time. all she knew was there was heaven and that was where mommy was. she was afraid that this nightmare would be about her. scar had never seen her mother before, only one picture-when she was pregnant with scar. her mother had died when she was in labor. scarlett didn't want to feel that guilt. she didn't want to blame herself for killing her mother. and she knew if she had that dream then she would wake up and feel it. she'd feel all of it, all the emotions she tried so hard to forget when she was awake. the emotions she pushed back and made her focus on other peoples problems, their hurt, just to get herself through the day. no, she wouldn't do it, she couldn't!
----- Scarlett eventually fell asleep, though her fear didn't come true, she was still terrified of going to sleep. she didn't have to give it a second thought. scar jumped out of her bed, more energized then she had been seconds ago, and headed to her drawer. she didn't have anything to do today. no one with problems, no one that she had plans with. she knew it was going to be a boring day, but it was better than sleeping and chancing her results. she rummaged through the top drawer, getting her necessities, and then the second for a top. she settled on a green tank top, silk. she wasn't sure when she got it, but it was cute, and that was all she needed to know. after that she looked in the third for pant, but couldn't find any that she liked or that looked comfortable. translation: laundry day tomorrow. she looked in the fourth and found a jean skirt. she put the two together-shirt and skirt-and smiled. it was cute, and the skirt was a size too big. she was sure it would be comfortable. a little loose, but nothing a belt couldn't handle. she grabbed it all and walked to the bathroom. scarlett changed quickly and walked back into her room. she looked in her full length mirror and thought something was missing. she loved the shirt, but it was a little too plain. scar scurried to her dresser again and went threw the last drawer and smiled when she found a gray vest. it had pockets-perfect. she could bring her phone too.
----- S [/size]carlett grabbed the phone off of the bedside table and stuck it in the small pocket of her vest. it popped out on it's own accord, annoying scar. she sighed heavily and took it out, putting it in her skirt pocket. it fit fine, soon letting scar's annoyance float away. she grabbed a pair of glasses off of the dresser and looked down at her shoes. she didn't have very many, but at least she had almost every color. she found a green pair with flowers and slipped them on. she didn't like the thickness of the shoes, it made her tall-which she didn't have a problem with except they were making her at least four more inches taller-which she dismissed soon after and finally headed for her door, grabbing her keys off the wall. living in a dorm wasn't the worst thing in the world, obviously, but it definitely wasn't her favorite. she didn't like walking down the halls, some girls gave her uncomfortable stares, and although that didn't bother her as much as they'd like, she still didn't like how many of them disliked her. she wasn't sure what she'd done, but she dismissed it as she reached the entrance-rather in this case exit-and walked out into the hot sun. it felt nice, especially since she was wearing practically nothing over her arms. she didn't know what she was planning on doing but, she knew she'd have to figure it out. ----- S[/size]car walked to her car, feeling relieved that she'd remembered her keys on the way out, and opened the door. scar entered in her 2007 civic coupe ex manual, putting her keys in the ignition and started off. about twenty minutes later she finally picked the pier. she loved the pier, it was beautiful, kind of crowded-which definitely wasn't a plus-, but she wasn't going to let it bother her. she wasn't the best with crowds, maybe anxiety, but she did love to meet new people. it was a cleansing that was definitely needed in her life. she drove up, and parked in the nearest parking spot. she looked through the windows at the crowd before deciding it was lowly crowded, and opened her down. scar got out, checked her skirt and closed the door. pressing the lock key on her key chain before descending down towards the pier. she walked halfway in and stopped. it was one of the best places to view the ocean. it was pretty and blue. she loved it sure, though the only time she'd been in the water was when she was much younger. she loved that memory. her father and her when she was four, running in the ocean and keeping still for the waves. she loved how tight he held her, so protective. she missed that, she wished that she could still have it, but, you know what they say, 'there's no guarantee this life is easy.'[/SIZE][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/justify] NOTES YAYAY!WORDS 1362
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Post by Graham McCarthy on Apr 3, 2010 22:02:53 GMT -6
 GRAHAM BRYANT MCCARTHYVALK STREETS, THE PIER, MORNING, SEPTEMBER 2007[/font][/center] -----sleep was something that graham had to get used to now that he was living in a 'normal' home. it wasn't like he hadn't been here long enough to be used to it now, but hey, old habits die hard he supposed. they were old habits, that much was certain. graham had lived on the streets ever since he could remember. he had been all over the pacific coast states as a kid, traveling to and fro with literally no real destination in mind. growing up that way was the definition of rough. he'd had it rough, his life was rough, his childhood had been rough. all in all everything had been, you guessed it, rough. it had been up until about a year and a half ago when a very nice, wonderful woman took him into her family out of the goodness of her heart. doctor raquelle mccarthy had been his savior. she'd heard his stories when he was under her care and had fallen in love with the boy. so much so that she went out and rush-adopted him so that he'd never have to see the inside of a foster home or juvenile detention center ever again. just for that, graham was grateful. just to be in this amazing home, one like the houses he would admire as he shuffled down the street in ragged, torn shoes or no shoes at all, was a cinderella story in itself. at least that's what graham had heard. something about him being the cinderella of his own story, whoever that was. graham didn't know cinderellas. he didn't know wrestlers, cartoon characters, or anything else that the normal child got to see, because he was a kid of the streets, a child supposedly in the protection of foster parents. ha, foster kid. graham had spent more time outside than in when he'd been in foster care. either that or he'd been stuffed in a closet as punishment for something he didn't do. yes, it was true, life had not bee good to him so far.
-----he wasn't used to living like a normal kid. he wasn't used to having not only a room to himself but a bed to sleep in. he wasn't used to coming downstairs in the morning and not having to scavenge for food. hell he wasn't used to having stairs inside the house, meaning two floors. two floors! whoever this cinderella person was must have had it good because graham saw this as nothing more than a dream realized. this wasn't the story for every foster kid or street kid. majority of them turned to crime, or drugs, or were just killed be in accidental or otherwise. no one cared for the homeless, not even the children. graham had learned that over the years. even if you were a dirty thirteen year old walking on the side of the highway in ratty clothes and with all of your belongings stuffed into a backpack you stole from your last foster home, no one stopped to help you. no one asked to take you somewhere out of the goodness of their heart. heck no one even stopped to consider why a thirteen year old boy was walking beside a road in which cars sped fast and sixty or seventy miles per hour. up until he'd met doctor mccarthy, graham hadn't been sure that such a thing as kindness ever existed. yet here he was, awake, but that was just because he'd been used to having to wake up every other hour to check his surroundings. that kind of thing happened when you lived on the street, you had to keep your wits about you because otherwise it could lead to jail, or sometimes even death. people, privileged people especially, didn't have any remorse or even feelings toward the homeless. graham had walked past many a group of kids kicking and punching some of the older homeless guys in the area. it was not something you ever wanted to endure and because of such, keeping your wits about you when you were most vulnerable was key.
-----it wasn't his intention to be awake at nearly three o'clock in the morning, but he couldn't help it. he'd gotten better about it at least. graham was starting to sleep more than one hour at a time. at least this was progress. still, there was no going back to sleep now that he was fully awake. so graham took his spare time doing things around the house. he was as quiet as humanly possible, which for him meant he was damn near silent, as he cleaned dishes, swept the floor, wiped down tables, and dusted. basically he did anything that he felt was needed around the house. graham didn't feel right to just to staying in a home and doing nothing. though he was technically now a son to the mccarthy's this kindness still didn't feel deserved to him. so he tended to pay it back in any way he could. this morning that meant cleaning. at seven o'clock graham had started the coffee, just in time for the mccarthy's to get up and get ready for whatever they wanted to do. raquelle was an early riser when she wasn't working night shifts at the hospital, it was more to help her than anyone else in the house. though graham appreciated all members of his new...family, his bond was closest to his new mother. well technically she wasn't all that new. it had been just over a year that she and her husband had adopted him, but in the span of his life, yes this all did seem new. he was seated outside when raquelle walked out to sit with him, a steamy mug of coffee in her hand as she sat down onto the dew-y lawn chair. "it's been a while since you've gone out. maybe you should try going somewhere around town." graham looked over at his new mother, a silent curious expression on his face. though he never really said much to other people, graham did talk to raquelle, he just hadn't at this particular point in time. "valkyrie's a nice enough place. you should get to know it since you'll be staying here a while." what a foreign concept, but she did have a point.
-----"where should i go?" graham finally said, looking back over to her as a quizzical expression played on her lips. he noticed that about her. she made funny faces when she was thinking. "oh! you said you like the beach. why not go to the pier. it's got games and food and stuff. might be a little crowded late in the day but around the morning should be just your speed." raquelle had a near photographic memory, which had yet to be problematic but had to option of being so in the future. "i'll try it." graham said with a half smile, his hand rummaging through his bedhead. "good. i think you should. who knows, maybe you'll meet someone." he doubted that, but it was nice of her to be so optimistic. after she left for work, followed closely by harrison, her husband, graham walked upstairs to his room to shower and change. he took his time getting ready, trying to pass every minute possible. by the time he was finally finished, it was about mid morning. close enough. he grabbed the keys to the family's spare car on his way out. who really had a spare car? really? he punched in the pier on the gps and was off. luckily the boy was good with cars. he'd had enough experience stealing them so legitimately driving wasn't all that difficult. he was early to the pier apparently, since not a lot of spots were taken. as he walked along the boardwalk, passing booths and kiosks that were just about to open, graham spotted an empty bench and took it, bringing back memories of days when he'd fallen asleep on these same kind of benches. he looked out at the ocean and just listened as the people began to flock to the pier.
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Post by miley on Apr 4, 2010 12:20:31 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ONE MINUTE I HELD THE KEYN E X T T H E W A L L S W E R E C L O S E D O N M E_________________________________________________ [/color]ad, mom, grandpa. Gone. They were all gone. Scarlett didn’t want to think about it but there it is. The truth. Her father, died, overdose because he wasn’t happy with his life. No, not just his life, scarlett. He was happy with scar, not having anything but her. She couldn’t deny that. If he was so happy like she thought he was he wouldn’t have been doing drugs. He wouldn’t have risked his life if he was so happy with it. Mom, she was gone, all because scarlett had to come. If scar wouldn’t have done something wrong….! She couldn’t deny that either. She was a new born, she didn’t know what she was doing to her mother, she didn’t know she’d hurt her. But there it was, there it is. She killed her mother, scar knew it, but even though she tried to fight against it, it was always there, it was never going away, she knew that, she knew that that guilt, would always find a way to creep up on her. Grandpa, he was gone, to Florida, to get away from scarlett. He’d asked, he pleaded for her to go with him, but something told scar to stay. She wasn’t sure what, but that feeling in the pit of her stomach told her that soon she’d find out. But, grandpa, she knew he was happy. She wasn’t there, so why wouldn’t he be? He has the rest of his life to be without scar and forget about her like she was sure he had already. She tries to shake it from her mind, but it doesn’t work. She’s alone, no matter if there was a hundred people, no matter if there was only twenty-like now-, she was still alone. Completely and utterly. She didn’t like it, she couldn’t stand it really. She had to talk, she had to feel something other than herself, she had to help someone. She knew she was evading her feelings, she knew it wasn’t healthy, but being healthy when she felt so sad, depressed, unwanted, guilty, and abandoned, she didn’t really give a damn about being healthy right now. ----- S[/size]carlett looked around the pier. She didn’t see one person that seemed unhappy or was alone really. All there was was some older people that always came out in the mornings. She’d been to the pier enough times to know who they were by name. she’d talked to them already, she didn’t want to hear old things she knew, she didn’t want to talk to someone that she already knew. No, she needed something new, something fresh. Something that could distract her more than just having a friendly conversation with someone she already knew. That was when she saw him. He was cute, obviously. His jet black hair was nice, she loved how short it was. She always liked the skater boy hair cuts, but today, that was definitely thrown out the window. His tan skin was nice too, natural no doubt. His eyes, she wasn’t sure but looked almost black. She liked how unique his features were. She’d seen a lot of people, different kinds of people, all different in there own way, but he was much different then all of them. All in all, he was gorgeous. She wanted to talk to him, but a strange feeling in the bit of her stomach stopped her from just marching right over there, like she usually did. She wanted to find out about him, something about him was eating away at her. She was definitely interested in finding out about who he was and his past. But something also told her that he wasn’t the open up type. So, instead she just watched. ----- S[/size]car laid her arms around the pier railing, her back turned towards the ocean. She looked at the boy, just looked. She knew it was rude, but she just had a feeling about him. She couldn’t explain it, but it was kind of a cautiousness. She felt like she wanted to talk to him, she really did, but she also felt a little afraid. She wasn’t scared of him, not in the slightest, she was afraid of something else. She couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but she didn’t want to think about it. Scarlett knew if she kept just thinking about him then she would never go over and just find out. She took a deep breath as he sat down on a bench a few feet away. She didn’t want to keep staring at him with him so close. She turned around quickly before he could catch her. She didn’t want to seem any more rude then she already knew she was. Scar couldn’t help but turn around, she felt an urge to. She took another breath, and then turned her head around, looking over her shoulder, trying to be inconspicuous. She wasn’t sure if it worked, but she couldn’t help but look. She took one last glance at him before turning her gaze back down toward the sea. She was gathering her nerve to walk over to him. She hated this! She wanted to talk to him, and usually she did, but now she was nervous? She’s never really nervous meeting someone, at least not this nervous. She pushed back her hair and straightened her back, pushing herself off of the railing. It was time. ----- Scarlett forced herself to turn around again. Get yourself together scarlett, you’ve done this a million times! This time’s no different. Except that it was. Taking another quick breath, she moved her feet closer. The knots in her stomach were tightening with every step. She tried to ignore it as she moved only inches in front of the bench. She put on her best smile and tried with all of her might to relax her body. Scar took a seat on the far side of the bench. She wanted to get to know him sure, but she wasn’t going to invade his space. She turned her body slightly as she hiked up her knee for a minute before remembering she had on a skirt. She didn’t want to flash him, she quickly placed it on the ground again. She looked out in front of her. Acting as if she just took a seat just to be sitting. After too long she finally turned her body towards him all the way to where her back was almost all the way against the arm rest and smiled genuinely over at the boy. The vibe she got from him was strong. He was tough, she could tell just by looking at him, but there was something else to. Something of interest to her. She wanted to find out what it was. She wanted to know him, more than she had wanted to know someone before. She knew it was stupid, she knew it was weird, but she couldn’t turn back now. Well, she could if she wanted to look like a complete weirdo. “Hi.” that was simple enough. She beat herself up for being so hesitant. She didn’t know why if all she was going to say was hi, well, not anymore. “I’m Scarlett Ross.” she said extending her hand toward him. She didn’t expect him to take it, but you never know, he may surprise you. “What’s yours?” she asked politely. 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Post by Graham McCarthy on Apr 4, 2010 13:25:31 GMT -6
GRAHAM BRYANT MCCARTHYVALK STREETS, THE PIER, MORNING, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----socializing had never been the top of any one of graham's lists of things to do, to learn, etc. growing up in random households or on the street had taught him that he really could get whatever he wanted without using too many words, so that was the lifestyle he had adopted. not only was he a boy of the streets with an addiction to nice cars, but he was the silent type. the thinker, the good listener, and all that jazz. it wasn't as if the boy didn't know how to talk, because he did. but the logistics of it all, the grammar, adverbs, adjectives, nouns and all that were still a little foreign to him. reading was another mishap on his part. it was hard to leard how to read or write when you have an abusive foster parent breathing down your neck or you were walking for miles upon miles down a highway. most of what graham had learned he had picked up himself from experience or had just recently learned in this new school he'd been attending for going on a year now. still, he was worlds behind most other kids his age and that certainly didn't help graham's lack of social-ness. not only could he not get his point across as easy as most other kids could, but there were a lot of experiences he'd yet to have. everyone in his school had most likely lost their virginity, experimented with smoking, drugs, and whatnot, and cheated on a test or something else that seemed so insignificant. graham had never experienced it. but inversely he guessed that there were a lot of his experiences that no one else had. he would never wish that on anyone, the life he had. there was no way in hell that graham would ever wish another person to grow up in home after home with one abusive stranger after another.
-----he was happy to be sitting by himself here on the pier, his body fitting the mold of the bench as he relaxed against it, his eyes glancing over the railing to view the ocean. it would have been nicer had he gone to the beach, maybe that would have been a better idea. still it would make raquelle happy if he'd said that he'd gone to the pier as she'd suggested, if he'd at least exposed himself to other people. she probably would have been happy that he'd gone out, but hearing that he'd gone out only to sit by himself alone on the beach probably wouldn't have been much of an improvement. the idea was to get him out there, he got that, but no one really knew just how hard that was for him. graham was pretty sure that he would weird out just about any person who did try to talk to him. he didn't know how to act, what was appropriate to say, basically just about everything about meeting another person. trying to get past that and become "normal" was one of the hardest and scariest things graham had yet to try. it was scarier than facing off against a mad, drunken foster father. those he knew how to deal with. you ran or you fought back. but this, this was so much different. when facing an angry, red-faced man your were only left with one choice. there was no thinking about it. you either reacted or you got your ass handed to you. this was all by choice, his choice. no one was there to force his hand. this was all on him. if he screwed up it was all his fault and no one elses. that kind of responsibility was terrifying.
-----a funny sensation had graham looking around the pier. it felt like eyes on him, a feeling he was very familiar with. when you lived on the streets, especially as a kid, you were used to being looked at. no one cared but that never stopped them from staring. that feeling was almost vital too. if a cop was around graham had to act like he was a neighborhood kid, not just some stray passing through the town. it was one of the many ways to keep from being picked up and thrown in yet another home or juvie. from first glance graham really couldn't see anyone pointedly staring his way. he went back to looking at the ocean, his peripheral vision scanning his surroundings as the uneasy feeling returned yet again. it was then that he found a face turned his way, eyes set on him. weird, why on earth would someone be looking at him? was this her usual bench or something? graham made a point of keeping his eyes on the ocean. maybe after a while she'd go away or at least stop staring. after a few minutes he knew that that was not his luck as she turned and headed in his direction, seating herself opposite him on the bench. since she remained quiet upon first sitting down, so did he. it wasn't like he even knew what to do in this kind of situation. look at her? say hello? this was all foreign to him and it wasn't as though he was about to try out new techniques all of a sudden. he had to work himself up to those kind of things. he looked over at her as she finally spoke, not really turning his body toward her, but mainly just his head. she really wasn't going to make this easy on him was she? "uh hi. graham...mccarthy." he said finally, gently sliding his hand into hers. there wasn't much of a grip but it was human contact. it was a steady improvement. raquelle would be happy.
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Post by miley on Apr 4, 2010 14:42:14 GMT -6
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----- Scar has always been a talkative person. she loved to keep up a conversation, even if she was the only one talking. she could go one for a while if the person would let her. she couldn't help it. scarlett felt like if she just kept talking and talking maybe everything would just go away. maybe her past would just disappear. she knew that that was a dumb reason. she knew the only way she could get away from this pain and guilt was to talk. she wanted to talk, bad. but she didn't want to put that on anyone else. she didn't want someone to feel sorry for her. no, that was her job, she was the one that had to keep her self in check and help the other person, at all costs. she didn't care if they wanted it or not, but in some way she had to help them. she didn't care how small or how big, as long as she helped. yes, she was a selfish person. she wasn't a bad person by any means, but she was selfish. she didn't just take on this little hobby because she wanted to bury herself in someone else's feelings just to get over her own. no way! she did this because she loved the way someone could confide in her. she loved seeing someone open up to her, let them selves be vulnerable and feel like they can. that was it, she wanted someone to feel like they do anything with her. she wanted someone to be able to tell her their secrets, their feelings because they trusted her enough to. she wanted to feel like she had achieved something other than just being a friend. she wanted someone to feel like they could think of her as something more. not just a friend, but a confider. she wanted to be that for as many people as she possibly could. and if drowning out her own pain in the process, then that was a win win, right?
----- Scar pushed her hair away once again. she hated when it was windy enough to just toss around her hair. luckily she didn't really do much to it, if she had she would have been beyond pissed. she didn't usually do anything to her hair anyway. she wasn't the girl girl type that always had to have the best outfit-though this one was more dressy than she was used to-, or even care if she had makeup on. she only wore makeup on occasion. she was fine with just walking out and being perfectly comfortable. scarlett ran her hand down her leg, and held onto her ankle. she tried to think. what would they have in common. of course she wouldn't know until she asked, but from just the looks of him, he didn't seem like he liked much of anything. well, if all goes well scar was going to have to change that. she cleared her throat, never once letting her smile leave her face. "so, what do you like to do?" she asked casually once again. she was so used to this is was bizarre. probably to him too. "i love to draw." she said enthused, scarlett's eyes always lit up when she talked about drawing. she couldn't help it, it was more than just a hobby, it was a passion. something she was 100% sure she couldn't live without. "i also love to sing. OH, AND i LOVE," she almost hollard. she was happy to tell her hobbies. that much she could tell. anything else that was personal she was sure to keep out of her mouth for sure. "love," she said flailing her arms to show how much she truly did love it, "skating." she smiled at the quick memory or her and her grandfather that day, but stopped herself before it got too far. it was the best and worst day of her life. and right now, all she wanted to remember was the best. scarlett kept up her smile, she felt like she was making a fool of herself, but hell, what are you going to do when you were someone like scarlett. she didn't want to be anything but herself. what you see is what you get, at least that's what she wants you to think. scar finally calmed down enough to listen to him. oops, maybe she shouldn't have been herself that much. NOTES MINE WAS WAY SHORT. SORRY IF I HAD HER RAMBLE,
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Post by Graham McCarthy on Apr 4, 2010 15:42:00 GMT -6
GRAHAM BRYANT MCCARTHYVALK STREETS, THE PIER, MORNING, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----getting used to people took some...well, getting used to. it was hard enough being trapped in that hospital for weeks with a vicious illness. in part he was thankful for the near-death experience. it lead him to the life he had now. but that didn't mean it was easy. graham had spent all of his life getting away from people but the hospital staff, ugh. they'd wanted to know every detail of his life. birth mother, places he'd lived, things he'd eaten, how long he'd lived on the streets? what was his favorite city? what was his best or worst memory. some thing pertained to his medical history, that much he understood. a lot of their questions had relevance but then there were the real winners, the questions that had no real medical importance and were just plain curiosity. that was why he had liked doctor mccarthy best. she had asked him questions that were medically relevant, yes. she's asked him a bit about himself because she was curious but had stopped when she'd seen him get uncomfortable. best of all she's shoo-ed people away who were making him uneasy. police officers were aloud to see him in her presence so that she could get rid of them when they were pushing the limits with their questions. she was so easy to listen to, listen because he didn't like talking. he'd fall asleep listening to her talk about her daughter and the troubles she was having with her at school. eventually it got to the point where graham had started asking questions. the look on her face when he had, it was like she'd finally broken through a wall that she'd been grabbing at with her bare hands. seeing that joy had been enough to make him talk more, open up to her more. by the time he'd gotten better doctor mccarthy knew everything about him. graham was glad. it was nice to have at least one person to talk to. one person who didn't want to pick his brain to find out just how a child managed to stay alive on the streets.
-----his homecoming had been an experience in itself really. graham knew that doctor mccarthy was married and had a daughter, he'd heard the stories again and again while he'd been laid up in that hospital, but actually meeting them had been a whole new story. mr. mccarthy had known that he was being adopted, it was part of the whole deal of the doctor adopting him, the father had to be in on the deal as well. harrison was a nice guy, sure, but he was a guy and graham's only experience with bigger, older men had been black eyes and bruises. everyone knew it would take a while for graham to acclimate, but it was effy they all worried about. the minute graham had walked through the door as her new...brother, she'd thrown a fit. there had been yelling, there had been tantrums, and it had all pretty much ended with the doc's arm sitting on his shoulder as effy stomped upstairs and slammed the door shut. well it was definitely an experience yes? it had taken more than a year for effy to soften up to the idea but now it was as if nothing had ever happen. graham was just another person in her house and as long as she had a modeling career to look forward to she really could care less. that was the spirit he supposed. to let things roll of your shoulder that easily. graham almost envied her ability to let things go. sure it had taken her a little over a year, but who could blame her? she'd been slapped in the face with the reality of a new brother. that kind of thing, especially when it was so unexpected, was not an easy one to swallow. he was relatively sure that had he been in that situation, graham would not have taken it so well or gotten over it so soon. hell there were still plenty of things in his life that he hadn't gotten over and those were years in the past.
-----he had to admit though, it was very hard to get used to people when they stared at you or sat in front of you waving their arms or freaking out. this girl, seemed strange. i mean she seemed nice enough but she was a big personality to be hanging around him. anyone with a personality was probably too big of a personality for him to deal with. "yeah actually." graham said quietly in response to her question about valkyrie. it must have been the only school in the area since everyone seemed to be going to that school. he nodded at her comment of big. the school was a monstrosity compared to most of the other buildings he'd ever seen. graham hadn't really ever been in a school for more than a month at a time, and that was before the beatings began or he was forced to run away. needless to say, he hadn't seen the inside of many schools. despite the fact that she was smiling and trying to get him invested in the conversation, scarlett was pretty much only succeeding in scaring the pants off of him. "like to do?" he mimicked at the vague statement. to do for what? with what? he kind of got the clue as she continued talking about her own hobbies. oh, to do for fun. okay that was easy enough. graham just shrugged. he hadn't really taken the time to find a hobby. he'd been too busy trying to get this whole new life thing straightened out. "sports are cool." he said in response, trying not to jump as she nearly screamed at him and flailed her arms. scary chick?! "cool..." he trailed off, trying not to jump in response to any more of her movements. man people took some getting used to but graham felt like he was in a crash course with the girl sitting in front of him.
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----- She turned her head around, and tried to control her composure. she had to be serious now, at least less out there, anyway. she could do that, she just had to take one last calming breath before she could switch it over. "so...." she trailed off trying to think of a question that might not get her going like before. "which sports exactly do you like?" she asked sweetly, a little quiet. she had to be serious not whisper. but, it didn't matter, she was fine. the quieter she was with her voice the more likely she wouldn't lose it again. she didn't feel like yelling and getting everyone looking at her. she was sure graham wouldn't like all of the attention. it would definitely be grounds for him walking off and never looking back. yeah, that would be a bust! "i mean, do you play any? Valkyrie has plenty, like...." she trailed off again, thinking of the ones they had. she didn't pay much attention, really she didn't pay any. she was into sports sure, but she liked to watch them, not play them. that being said, she never looked at the teams, they were simply of no interest to her if she wasn't going to play or watch them. no, scarlett loved sports, she really did, but she liked the professional ones. she liked to watch on TV or in a stadium. though she's never actually been to one. she was sure she had, but, it was with her grandpa, and well, she'd be focused on him instead of her surroundings. she was like that with papa.
----- Scar pulled back her hair that once again didn't fail to fall in her face. damn the wind today. it didn't help her facing it backwards. she sighed frustratedly and just shrugged her arms and looked back at graham. she hadn't realized she'd looked away. she smiled shyly at him, feeling a little dumb for talking about things she knew nothing about. yes, nice one scar, go from crazy to shy. she was a real piece of work. "um...." she said sheepishly before looking down at her knees. she really was shy. why? she sighed again, trying to think of something else to mention, something, anything. "I like sports too." she blurted out, though not like she had lost her mind, luckily. she smile sweetly and looked at his eyes. she'd noticed them from far away, but now that they were close, she had completely forgotten about them. they were black. that was strange. she'd never seen such dark eyes before. she liked it, it was different...cute. "are those real?" she questioned, pointing to his eyes, and then letting her hand fall back down to her ankle. go from sports to eyes. how nice scar, you really are a strange one.
she bit her bottom lip as she stared in his eyes. yeah, attractive much? she'd been so busy making herself known she'd completely dismissed looking clean at him. she smiled more as she saw his hair. black. she wondered, once she'd completely looked over his features, what he was. he looked like he was maybe...indian. something to that effect. she couldn't pin point it, but he looked like indian, maybe not full blooded, but enough. his cheek bones were really what got her to the conclusion. she'd seen enough pictures of her mother-who was indian and middle eastern. she was dark skinned, very beautiful. well, i guess every child thinks their parent is the most beautiful person in the world, but, scarlett was sure she was. she wished more than anything that she could see her, that she could hear her voice. she'd never met her mother, that being her fault of course, killing your mother kind of did that, put a damper on a deceased relationship. scarlett only had one picture of her mother. she was only twenty years old, it was of her mom and dad. on their wedding day. she was dressed in white, a long beautiful sparkling dress that laid on the ground. she was smiling, looking straight at the camera with her arms around scar's dad. he looked so happy. the time when she was alive he was a sober, fun loving, sweet man. he had all he'd ever wanted, and then scarlett came. after her mother died he changed. he started doing drugs, he just didn't care anymore. he was just, depressed. she didn't like to think about it, but, when she looked at graham and he reminded her of her mother it always pulled her back in. she couldn't escape it could she?
----- Scarlett had to look away. the memories of her father and her mother's picture was bring up tears. she couldn't just start crying. how would she have explained her sudden burst of tears? she couldn't that how. and no way in hell was she going to break down in front of a complete stranger. no matter how nice he may be, scar was sure crying on his shoulder wouldn't go over too well. she didn't want to be weak or vulnerable anyways, not when it was over nothing. she took a couple of breaths before gathering her nerve enough to look back at him and give him a smile. yeah it was fake. she couldn't help it. she had to talk, she had to forget, anything would do. she didn't care if they just talked about his hair or whatever, she had to clear her mind the only way she knew how. by talking! "so...what..are you?" vague, yes, she was very vague. before graham could answer her, she rushed and added, "i mean, what ethnicity?" she swallowed a lump in her throat. yeah, go a head and say it, indian right? "i mean you look like..." she trailed off, no so much as to think about it as to stall. she had already come this far, she could finish it. yeah, right. "indian maybe..." she squinted her eyes and took a closer look. she wanted to get an even better look at him before she could verify it. she opened her eyes, letting them go back to normal and nodded. yeah, she was sure of it, he was most definitely indian. please tell me your not middle eastern too or i swear i will not be able to control my screaming
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Post by Graham McCarthy on Apr 4, 2010 17:48:57 GMT -6
GRAHAM BRYANT MCCARTHYVALK STREETS, THE PIER, MORNING, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----finally it seemed as though graham was starting to calm down a bit, even if it wasn't so visible from the outside looking in, his muscles were starting to relax and he didn't want to jump at every movement or every sound this girl scarlett made. that had to be some kind of improvement right? graham was so used to being tense around people, even some of the people in his family. though it had been over a year graham had still not gotten used to harrison or effy. effy was easier because she didn't really like staying in one place for too long anyways. besides that she wasn't a huge graham supporter either so he was used to her getting up and walking out of a room a few minutes after he sat down. he was fine with it. it actually put him more at ease for her to leave than it would be for her to stay and watch whatever was on the television with him. some how graham imagined that the silence between the two would just make him jumpy, even if there was sound coming from the television. with harrison, it was only made worse by the fact that graham felt bad for not being at ease around him. since he was a child graham associated big men with pain, beatings, and a fight or flight reflex. it was just what had come naturally to him at this point, and something that raquelle had even taken time to explain to harrison about. graham could see the man was trying. he would slowly walk into a room and give graham his space, but he never seemed to ease up around him. graham's first instinct was to always be guarded around other men. the minute he stopped doing that was the minute he got hurt and graham had gotten really sick of underestimating the men that had been in his life a long time ago. such a thing was hard to break and until graham really saw that harrison was a different guy, he'd just have to get used to an uneasy adoptive son.
-----maybe it was her crazy antics that helped the situation. if she shocked him enough in the beginning, maybe he'd be relaxed enough around her when she acted like a normal human being. though everyone had a different explanation for normal. for graham it was quiet, reserved, and most of all quiet. for scarlett it was probably loud, rambunctious and over the top. who knew. but he was starting to simmer down, especially when she lowered her tone to an octave more suitable for casual conversation. yes, that was much easier. even if she did shake rather strangely in a manner that made graham's eyebrows furrow in confusion. whatever the convulsions was, he watched as she took a minute to breathe and get herself under control. from what he could gather it seemed to work. as she asked her question graham's nerves came right back. what were the name of those sports? he knew he liked them. anything that required a little bit of strength was fine by him whether it involved catching a ball or running the fastest around a track. but how to say that in as little words as possible. "no preference?" he said in kind of a question as opposed to a statement. he frowned for a moment before finally speaking up again. "i guess i pretty much like all sports. but only recreationally." that had to be the most he'd ever said to a stranger since he walked into valkyrie. how strange that she could get that out of him in such a short time. maybe he was getting better about this after all. graham shook his head when asked if he played any. anything outside of a backyard game of touch football was pretty much outside of what he did. didn't mean that graham didn't' like to watch. it drove effy nuts when he got to the remote first and put on a game of some sort. who knows what it would be that she would watch. soap operas, mtv, or whatever else kids these days watched.
-----graham watched, puzzled, as scarlett seemed to drift off into space. he debated waving a hand in front of her and making sure she wasn't catatonic like he suspected, but in truth he was enjoying the momentary silence and a chance to really get a grip on what was going on here. when she moved again to pull her hair out of her face, graham was sure she was back though he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. don't get him wrong, this look into how he could react to different people was nice, but he hadn't expected to work so hard on it the moment he'd ended up at the pier. most people probably wouldn't have even approached him. most would be too busy in their lives to be concerned with him. but scarlett had seen him and for some reason had figured it'd be fun to talk to him. she probably hadn't assumed it would be this much work just to milk a few answers from him. surprise! he nodded at her statement about liking sports. see this is what he figured would happen. he wouldn't talk and the conversation would eventually die. it was only a matter of time before she walked away and graham could go home saying that he'd bored someone to death. his eyebrows furrowed once again at her next question. were what real? she pointed, but he still really wasn't sure what she was talking about. graham looked down at himself, obviously unable to see his own face. he wasn't wearing anything out of the ordinary so she obviously meant something about his face. "uh, as far as i know, yeah." he said slowly, still confused as to what she'd meant in the first place. she looked away, taking a minute to collect herself from something graham knew nothing about, obviously. when she turned back she hit him with yet another of those confusing statements. when she clarified what she was talking about graham's emotions turned from confused to worried. shit. he hated talking about this stuff. "i don't know." he said honestly, shrugging at the same time. hopefully that would be a good enough answer for her.
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----- So, he didn't know his ethnicity? that was new. from all of the people she's ever met, scarlett was sure they at least knew something. but, he said he didn't know. did that mean that he was adopted or something? she'd ask, but she wasn't sure if it was appropriate just yet. maybe somewhere down the line asking something that personal would be able to be brought up. but, for now-although the curiosity was eating away at her-she'd have to bury it and leave it until later. scar was going to obsess about it the whole time she talked to him. she nodded. she didn't want to push the subject now, at least on his part. see, scarlett wasn't an open person by any means. sure she told you simple things like her hobbies and little things. but, she'd never been open about her family and her past. she was too ashamed of her self. she didn't want pity for it, she didn't deserve it. that was all there was to it. she didn't talk about things, she just asked them. she knew it probably didn't feel fair to them, but, she just couldn't do it. scar figured if she let them open up, let them trust her, and hopefully begin to trust them, then she would be able to talk. at least a little at a time. sure she pushed people beyond their limits, asked them personal questions when she knew it wasn't any of her business, but how else could she help them? how else would the person be able to open up if they didn't get a little push for once, some reassurance that she could be that person they needed for help? she couldn't without a little push in the right direction.
----- So there it was. she wouldn't push him to go into such a sore subject. she could definitely tell he was uncomfortable with just that question. maybe that was even too intimate of a question. she noticed he wasn't much of a talker, which probably meant he wasn't much of a socialite. scar on the other hand was, this situation making it harder than she'd thought. he was so obviously a quiet, revered person, she already was aware of that even from across the pier, but she never imagined it was this hard. it wasn't that it was hard to talk to him, because it wasn't, it was just a new adjustment she hoped she could get used to if he were to let even think about hanging out with her again. she didn't see that happening when he was so clearly already hesitant towards her. why wouldn't he be though? if he was so reserved and closed off then she was sure he wouldn't want to be bothered by a blithering idiot like scarlett. first she's sweet, casual. then the next minute she's excited and hyped up over nothing. and not she was just as serious as he was, but more talkative, clearly. no one in his situation would want to be anywhere near someone like scar. but, although that should be cue for leaving, scarlett thought the opposite. they were complete opposites, but, scar was sure that maybe that was exactly what he needed. she didn't want to sound all weird, tell him that she thought they should be friends because she could bring out the talkative person she was sure he could be-that everyone could be really. and, truth be told, he could bring out a more quiet and revered scarlett. yeah, would you tell someone that because you were afraid they'd be leaving any second now? no, no you wouldn't.
----- Scar smiled at him sympathetically. she was sure that wasn't exactly what he'd been wanting as a response, but there it was. and she did feel sorry for him. not knowing your ethnicity-maybe even family-probably didn't help with finding yourself. scarlett sighed quietly. she wanted to place her hand on his shoulder and say she was sorry and ask him why he didn't know. but, she scrutinized that. yeah, that probably was invading his space. she didn't want to do that, besides, he didn't seem like the kind of person who would let he do that anyway. scar gripped her ankles harder to keep herself in line. she knew out of instinct she would just reach out and touch him. that wouldn't end too well. "I'm sorry." she said quietly as she looked back down at her lap. she didn't want to meet his eyes, she knew hers would be too sympathetic. it was sad, more than that, she wished sh could help him, but this time she wasn't as sure as to how. she couldn't just go look it up for him and bring back a piece of paper telling him what he was. she didn't even know anything about him, she didn't know anything about his parents-if they were even his real ones. so, that was thrown out quickly. yeah, she was sorry, what else could she say? 'oh how sad, tell me about it.' no, that definitely wouldn't go over well. she wasn't even going to further that...no matter how curious she was. she bit her lip, and thought about something else. something that could bring them far away from this before she blurted out the wrong words. "so.." she trailed off, collecting herself before looking back at him. "what brings you to the pier?" that was casual enough...right? "i love it here, it's so...peaceful." she breathed; smiling. "it's much better in the morning." she looked out around them at the people, and then back at graham, looking him in the eyes, biting her lip before releasing it. "there's a lot less people here. mostly old..." she trailed off, looking around again, as she suspected there were old people here, but for comedic affect she looked back at him adding, "er people." she giggled silently, tilting her head as she laughed. she then began to watch them again. yeah, no ers about it, these people had to be at least in their seventies.
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Post by Graham McCarthy on Apr 5, 2010 18:55:23 GMT -6
GRAHAM BRYANT MCCARTHYVALK STREETS, THE PIER, MORNING, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----everything the graham would have to learn, now that he was in a normal setting, would take time. time that was valuable to him. not only did he have to learn somewhat difficult aspects of life that most people would have unconsciously learned just through experience, but graham would also have to fight a lifetime's worth of walls and uncertainties before any real progress was made. that was a lot of pressure to put on him so suddenly, pressure he'd never thought he would have to deal with. there were only a few rules when you lived on the streets. one, get food, two, find safe shelter, and three, try not to die today. those were easy rules to have to follow. they were simple. they were straightforward. and best of all they didn't involve a whole hell of a lot of drama that people around here seemed to enjoy. it hadn't taken graham all that long to figure out just how much drama he had been missing when his address had been the u.s. of a. all he had to do was look at his new sister to see a world of drama that he just didn't want to deal with. that kind of thing, well, it was one of the hardest things about coming into the real world. he could adapt to high school and he could learn everything that there was about life outside of what he knew, but the drama was almost a deal breaker. it only flourished in the schools. graham thought that effy was bad about the drama, but she really was nothing compared to the things he saw in school. and boy did he see plenty.
-----being as quiet and observant as he was, graham saw a lot that most people didn't take the time to see. he saw the heated glances from across the room as a jock and his...mistress? spied one another, the jock of course hanging out with someone who was assumed to be his girlfriend. he saw the longing glance of another looking upon the first, obvious feelings or jealousy happening there. he saw the tension and bitter smiles as former friends would meet in the halls, pretending to be civil with one another so that no one knew what was actually happening. he saw students flirting with teachers and teachers flirting right back. honestly it was like something out of a badly written soap opera with all of the love triangles and such going on. it was almost too much to take, let alone take part in. who really wanted a place in the middle of that? of course no one really noticed graham and he was fine with that. the less people noticed him the less people would try to involve him in their problems. this new life was stressful enough without having to bring all of that into his world. high school could easily be compared to a jungle. that movie that effy was so fond of really had it right. what was it called? mean girls? had students in the high school been any less civilized such things were bound to have happened. he was actually surprised it hadn't yet. there really wasn't much of a place for graham mccarthy in valkyrie academy. he knew that. anyone else who had taken time out of their busy dramatic lives to notice would have probably assumed the same. it wasn't like this was his cup of tea anyways. the more he stayed out of the line of fire, the happier graham would be.
-----still graham was pleased to think that he might very well be getting more used to being around people. it took one very strange, very loud girl to show him that giving people a chance could actually help him be able to speak to people. that was a nice thought. to know that he wouldn't be "awkward boy" forever was nice. or at least to have that possibility somewhere in his future. of course that was saying a lot, and probably being too hopeful for graham's likelihood of normality, but did he care? of course not. even though he had never been the definition of normal and even though he'd spent his entire life running away from what appeared to be home after home, graham really did just want to feel like a regular kid. he wanted to complain about school and mass amounts of homework. he wanted to go hang out with the guys and throw a ball around. hell he wanted to try drinking for the first time and learn what it was like to experiment. all of the things that he'd heard about but never done. they were all on this growing list of experiences he wanted to have. and he would. graham was determined too if not too shy to go ahead and do it in the first place. "don't bother." graham said in response to her sorry. one of many that he'd heard over the years. it was why he never told anyone his stories. because all that he would get out of it was pity. she took a moment to do..well something. graham wasn't sure what it could possibly be with this girl. she was strange, but in a way she was helping him and that was enough to not be completely scared away from her. he nodded as she spoke. the ocean was peaceful when there weren't five million people surrounding you. he looked around as she did at all the surrounding people, their old wrinkled faces betraying their ages. well she seemed pretty spot on there. a small half smile crept to the corner of his lips but didn't stay long. "i think you're right." he said quietly, his gaze looking back out over the ocean.
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Post by miley on Apr 9, 2010 15:50:43 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ONE MINUTE I HELD THE KEYN E X T T H E W A L L S W E R E C L O S E D O N M E_________________________________________________ ----- A smile? did he just smile. it was small, but scarlett was sure she'd seen it. but, before she could think twice it was gone. at least she got to see right? smiling looked nice on him. scar couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever really smiled before. she actually hoped she'd see more of that. but, a girl can only dream. her joke was no lie. a lot of older people came this early. she'd been her enough times to know that. almost a usual thing, not once in all her time coming down to the pier so early in the morning did she ever remember there being one younger person. at least until today. maybe that was another reason she came to talk to him. it was nice seeing a less...wrinkled face in the mornings. of course, that being completely her choice. she could find some place with younger canadates, but she just chose not to. she liked it here. sure people were older, but they were also much quieter. she could actually relax out her without hearing someone cackling from across the room. or without seeing a billion people in one spot. she didn't want to be cramped up with teens that only bad mouthed you. and not so much behind your back as to you from a few feet away. no, people here at valkyrie were pretty up front about what they thought about you. they didn't mind saying your hair was a mess, or your clothes were so last season or never in season. she didn't mind, people could say what they wanted about scar, she didn't pay too much attention to them. at least as much as she was humanly possible of not caring about. somethings, like most people would think, would get to you. calling you ugly, or trashy for no reason. it never really made scarlett think any differently about herself, but it did make her uncomfortable and want to leave. which, must have been their plan. though, at one time she'd actually been followed out of the place with them still talking from behind her. she'd walk faster, or cut through a crowded place and try and loose them, but it didn't work. they were out for blood, but, soon they got bored when they'd tried talking to her and she acted like she was deaf. she didn't want to hear them say something to her face. she was sure they would have expected her to start crying or say something back, but if scarlett would have turned around she would have smiled. not smugly or annoyed, just...kind. she wasn't a bad person, she didn't want to tell them to piss off or something, actually, scarlett didn't really cuss. she was just that sweet. she liked everyone, no matter if you weren't so nice. she tried to put that past you and move on. she didn't give up on people, but at that very moment in time, she didn't feel like turning around. that had only been a week after her grandpa left for florida. she was still grieving. plus, she was in a place she wasn't sure of. valkyrie was different back then to her. no matter where she went it was never the same without grandpa. she went everywhere with him-well, everywhere except to florida-so she felt so out of place when she was out alone. she didn't want to turn around, she had things on her mind. she was sure it wouldn't have mattered either way. they got what they wanted. they got to humiliate her, at least, she let them think that they did. she wasn't humiliated, or even annoyed. she just was tired, scared, and lonely. what those girls said was doing nothing to affect her, she didn't care what they thought because she was only caring about if she'd ever see her grandpa again. guess she got her answer now. no.
----- He'd been in florida for almost three years now. he was happy there. busy apparently. too busy to place a phone call to his only living relative. she didn't want to think about the real reason. but, she couldn't hide from it. it was all there, all the tell tale sighs pointed to scarlett. he was done with her. that was why she'd picked coming to valkyrie academy anyway. she didn't want to be a burden on him. he was almost sixty years old for goodness sakes. he didn't need to be dealing with a child that needed that much attention. though, it wasn't true. scarlett would have happily kept to herself and finned for herself if that meant keeping him with her. but, that wasn't enough. he wanted out completely. he wasn't going to stay even if she begged him, which she wouldn't do, he wouldn't stay for scarlett. he abandoned her, she never thought of it that way but it was the truth. he didn't want her so he left and didn't look back. ever since he left he's only called her a total of five times. twice in the first year, three in the next. but this year, none. it was already September and he still hasn't called. what was he waiting for? what was so important that he couldn't take five minutes out of his day just to say hello? everything, that's what. everything was more important than scarlett. he didn't want to say hello, he wanted to forget about her. act like she never existed. but, that was fine. scarlett would give him whatever he wanted, even if she was alone. she would gladly be unhappy and alone if that meant he was happy. that's all she'd ever wanted because she loved him. even if he didn't love her back.
----- Yeah, older people and scarlett and graham. that was the only people here. it was two young kids next to almost twenty fifty to eighty year olds here on the pier. scarlett knew it was going to be short lived soon enough. by the afternoon this place would be pouring with teens. scarlett usually left after they started coming. she liked peace and quiet. she liked people. but when you put that many people in what was once a peaceful place, well then, you get loud, obnoxious teens that don't care how loud they are. basically, a jungle. she never stay pass the eighty mark of people before going somewhere else. she didn't go anywhere usually after that. she went back to her dorm or maybe just somewhere small with a smaller group of people. at least there she could concentrate on meeting someone and listen instead of wanting to plug her ears. she liked people, she really did, but there was a difference between people and teens. teens were the loud...well...teens. then there were the people that she was talking about, the more civil people who wouldn't yell across the room and laugh and be loud. those were the people she wanted to meet. those were the people that most likely would actually talk to you without being disrespectful or just annoying. scarlett wouldn't make that mistake again. she'd tried talking to a teen like that. the one that seemed like he had a lot of friends and was loud. in this case however, she didn't approach him. he approached her. for totally different reasons, he didn't just want to talk, not really at all. he tried to hit on scarlett. tried to even get her number and invited her to a party. she was almost nieve enough to do it. but, when he started touching her leg, she booked. scarlett wasn't like that. she wasn't exactly what he was looking for. someone to have a...good time with. scarlett had never done that before. she never had a boyfriend, never even kissed a boy. she was still a virgin, a innocent girl. scar didn't want to sound like a cleche but, she didn't want to have sex with someone before she was in love. not just what she thought to be love, but something deeper. scar wasn't going to wait until marriage, though she knew she should, but she wasn't going to just give it up to any guy who came her way. she didn't think much of herself, but she knew if she did that, she would think much worse about herself. she didn't need to be thinking at all about herself. no, today she was focusing sully on graham.
-----Graham stared out into the ocean. scarlett stared at him. what could she say? she could already tell he didn't want to talk personals. but, what else was there? see, scar usually got somewhere by now. got something out of them, but no, not graham. though, she wouldn't ever find out with just looking at him or asking little questions. but, right now, it was probably her best option. school. what about that? how old was he. he didn't look too old. below nineteen, higher than sixteen. guess there was only one way to fin out. "so how old are you? what grade are you in?" she said subtly. he didn't seem to understand her other questions, like he had to think hard. she hoped this time it was clearer. she'd been a little vague on some things, but age and grade seemed simple enough. he should know automatically what she was talking about. besides, she was just talking about school a few minutes ago. valkyrie right? scar had never seen him before. she wasn't sure if it was just because he was so quiet or because he wasn't in her classes. either way, she felt bad if she hadn't notice him. usually she was very perceptive. she saw people in a crowd that she thought other wise would have been unseen. truth be told, if he was her age, she wasn't sure how she actually hadn't seen him. he was cute, how could she have over looked him. she couldn't have that's how. or maybe she was too wrapped up in helping someone else, or looking to hard. she was a little disappointed that she hadn't seen him before this, hadn't got to talk to him when she more than likely had a million chances. but, better late than never, right? oh well, for clarity she added, "i'm a junior." she smiled sweetly, "seventeen, in...J-January." she stumbled over that. January, the seventeen year anniversary of her killing her mother. how sweet. yeah, shouldn't she be that special. NOTES OMG, I'VE NEVER WROTE THAT MUCH. SORRY IT'S SO LONG. WORDS 1760
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Post by Graham McCarthy on Apr 9, 2010 18:58:36 GMT -6
GRAHAM BRYANT MCCARTHYVALK STREETS, THE PIER, MORNING, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----he was prone to thinking about what wasn't easy in his life how how far from normal he was, could you blame him? graham had spent his life on the outside looking in. he'd spent his life sitting random places, watching other people be happy. it was easy to grow a complex that way. as a kid he'd wondered why it couldn't be him. why couldn't he have not been born to the bitch that gave birth to him and dumped him off at that hospital like he meant nothing. why couldn't he have been raised in a stable, loving family with brothers and sisters as opposed to being born this horrific, probably high consequence. all things considered graham knew he should consider himself lucky. there were many ways that it couldn't turn out that would have meant the end for him. he could have a) been born somewhere outside of the hospital. with the shape that he was in when he'd been born, being right in a hospital had made it easier to rush him to an operating room and fix the many defects that had been caused by his mother's addiction. had he been born accidentally in some alley or in some drug dealer's home, then graham would have likely died within hours of being born. yes his defects had been that life threatening. graham wasn't sure if it had been maternal instincts of what it had been, but something had made that women go to a hospital, thank god. she could have also b) not left him at the hospital. be it the drugs calling her or finally growing some remorse for what she'd done to her kid, graham didn't know, but his nameless, faceless mother had left him in the hospital right before his surgeries. she had vanished into thin air, probably not even through the front door. it had most likely been the best thing that she'd ever done for graham, but there were many other places she could have left him for dead. oh say, in a trash can? cold and bloody on the ground? so it was true that in some way the woman had indeed had some semblance of maternal instinct. did that mean that he forgave her? hell no.
-----he had never had it easy in his life, something that most people would have at least gotten a taste of once. it took him fifteen or so years to find some semblance of peace. if that didn't sound ridiculous than graham didn't know what else could. there were nights when he would dream of having a normal life. some day when he could look up at a ceiling painted white with glowing moons and stars still glued to it from when he was a child. the kind of staples you only find in a house that you've lived in your entire life. he dreamed of a certain spot in the house, a door frame or something, where kind, caring parents would mark his growth, watching how he'd shoot up from birthday to birthday. but it all seemed like such a fantasy now. graham loved the house that he was in now. he loved feeling like he was at least part of something, but did it feel like a home? graham wasn't even sure. what was a home? was it all the small, meaningless details that he'd fantasized about or was it just a coming together of people to create a family? did the location ever matter when you had people around you that you cared about? one way or another, graham didn't know. he didn't know any of the answers to those questions. but the kicker was that he wanted to know. he wanted to find out everything possible that there could be to what a real home was, what a family was, and all of that. he was hopeful that some day he could distinguish what all of that was, but as it stood, sitting here next to some stranger who wanted nothing more than to seemingly pump him for information, he didn't know what any of it was. graham was pretty sure he wouldn't recognize a home if it slapped him in the face.
-----though he wasn't sure just how much to be feeling about it all, it was nice to talk to someone. graham didn't really know how this scarlett girl could even bear it. graham was no idiot. he knew he was no conversationalist and he knew that his impersonal answers were fuel to push anyone away. what could he say, they were old habits. keeping everyone at a distance was easy as well as practiced. graham had never done such a good job at keeping people away as he had when he'd lived on the streets. it was all so easy then. in most cases it was a fact of don't talk to them and they won't talk to you. as long as he kept no eye contact and kept his head down he could move through a town as silently as he'd entered. it was just a way of life to keep everyone within a 30 foot pole's length. even an arm's length was too close. but trying to keep people? as opposed to pushing them away? that was like trying to move the heaven and earth for graham. nothing seemed to come easy to him other than the art of pushing people away. that, ooh that he could teach classes on. if there was a degree to which you could push people away, graham would rank above the rest. didn't mean that he wanted to, he just...could. why hadn't she gone yet? why hadn't she run off to find some one a little more accommodating to her questions? there was no doubt that in a way graham was grateful for her stubbornness. it was nice that she wanted to stick around when she was clearly grasping at conversational straws. you almost had to admire it, almost. "seventeen, and technically, a sophomore." so what if he hadn't endured the years upon years of grade school drama only to be thrown in at the last lap of things. yes, graham had never actually gone to school. it only meant that he was now forced to play catch up if he ever had any hopes of graduating. wow, graduating from a high school. it was just another one of the things graham had never expected to do.
-----he cocked his head slightly to the side as she spoke, catching the faint little hints of hesitation in her voice. it was almost a primal thing, catching onto things that you most often wouldn't have connected with. still it seemed like it wasn't his business to prod, so he didn't. instead he just nodded at her statement, a quiet, "congratulations then." escaping his lips. well now it felt only right to ask her something, she had after all been throwing questions at him like crazy. "doing anything for it?" he wasn't sure just how much he wanted to provoke her responses, but then again something like this would probably never happen again so why the hell not?
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Post by miley on Apr 11, 2010 14:14:40 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ONE MINUTE I HELD THE KEYN E X T T H E W A L L S W E R E C L O S E D O N M E_________________________________________________ ----- So, scarlett was right. He was between sixteen and nineteen. She figured he wasn’t much older, but she never thought that they were the same age. She smiled. Seventeen, yeah, that was exactly the age he looked now that she thought more about it. Technically a sophomore? What did that mean. she didn’t want to dwell on it. It was probably nothing. She didn’t really care. He said technically, he never said he was right? Well, that means he was most likely a junior like herself. So how come she’s never seen him? She racked her brain threw her junior year so far and tried to remember seeing him sitting somewhere. The lunch room, class room, anywhere. It bugged her. She couldn’t imagine herself never seeing him before. Scarlett was a naturally observant person. She noticed things when other people didn’t. and by the lack of his conversational skills she was sure no one had observed much of graham. So how come she hadn’t. it killed her that she couldn’t think of anywhere she’d seen him. It was actually eating her alive. She felt horrible. He was quiet, shy, she could see that, but at school she always noticed people. She noticed when someone was eating alone and looked sad. She was just like that, she was scarlett. Scar kicked herself for not looking harder. Maybe if she’d been paying more attention to her surroundings, more than she thought she already had, then she might of seen graham earlier. Maybe helped him along with his year. Well, that did it, that made her more determined to be his friend. She wanted to make graham feel comfortable at school, she was sure he was probably at least a little uncomfortable when someone looked at him or something. She wanted to be the person that he could talk to during school and not have to be quiet and lonely. Thought she wasn’t exactly one0hundred percent sure he was lonely-she was sure he actually enjoyed it more than didn’t-but she still didn’t like that their was maybe a possibility other wise. And scarlett just couldn’t have that. She obviously didn’t know graham but she was a sweet person, she liked seeing people socialize and have friends and smile. She couldn’t see graham doing that, at least not now. She was sure if she help him in those parts. She was good at talking, making friends, and introducing people to one another. Scar was sure she could at least introduce him to a couple of people. He may not like it, but, scarlett wouldn’t let him be the quiet shell he was anymore. Not if she could help it anyways. But, scar had a feeling it wasn’t going to be as easy peasy as she thought it would. It was going to take a lot more work than she was use to, but, if that meant graham would be happy in the long run then, that didn’t matter. See, told you she was a sweetheart.
----- Congratulations? What was she suppose to celebrate about? The day that she killed her mother? The day that she screwed her family up? The day she made her father become a coke head? Thanks, but no thanks. There was nothing about her birthday to celebrate about. She never did. Her grandfather when he was here-when he cared enough about her also-tried to make her celebrate her birthdays. She never did. She couldn’t she knew her grandfather would have loved her to, but, she could always see the mourning in his eyes when he tried to be all happy and smiley. She caught it, she always did, and told him to just forget about it. She always told him it was no big deal. Though she didn’t feel that way about it. It was a huge deal. But not because it was her birthday. She could care less about her birthday. It wasn’t a good day. It was the worst day of her life. Of her grandfathers like, and not to mention, her father’s. if it hadn’t of been the day that her mother died then scarlett would have loved to celebrate it. It was another year that she made it through the loneliness and it was also another year that her grandfather put up with her. She never liked to celebrate her birthday. Nothing good came of that day. Because of that day scarlett lost everything! She lost her family all because she had to be born. All because she had to come into this world. She would have gladly exchanged her life for her mother’s if that meant that both her parents could still be here. She would do it a million times over if she could and never regret the decision once. She would give up her soul to the devil if she could bring her family back together and never have interfered with them. Never have turned their lives around and took their lives at that. It was a lot of guilt and hurt on her shoulders, a lot to take in, a lot to accept. That’s why she tried with all of her might to keep from thinking about it all. She had to forget, she had to push those thought away, those feelings if she wanted to be able to even get out of be in the morning. She had to if she wanted to live, because she didn’t live, then there was no reasoning for her mother’s death. There wasn’t anyways, but if she just sat there and felt sorry for her self and blamed herself then her mother giving up her life just so scarlett could live would have been a complete waste of someone so beautiful to die. And she couldn’t have that. She couldn’t make that anymore true than it already was. She wouldn’t make it anymore real!
----- “Thanks…I guess.” she said weakly as she looked away from his eyes. She didn’t want to let him see the falseness of her words. She felt like she was being rude or something just acting like she didn’t appreciate his congratulations. She did, it’s not that she didn’t truly think him, it was just that she couldn’t. she didn’t want anyone to think of her birthday as something that is worth celebrating. It was a day worth morning and regret. That’s what the day stood for. Just a day that changed everyone’s life. It just so happened to be her birthday. That was it. The word to describe that day, evil. That day, was the worst day of the entire year. So thanks, but no thanks. “me?” she asked puzzled, like she hadn’t just been talking about herself a second ago. “Um…” she looked down at her hands. Her fingers interlaced themselves with one another. A nervous habit no doubt.“no…not really.” she said shaking her head slightly, looking out to the ocean, not letting her fingers untangle. She swallowed a lump in her throat. She felt it was too personal, but she couldn’t stop herself, it was already out, “there’s not much to celebrate about it anyways. I mean, no one really to celebrate with anyways. I just…” [/color] she bit her lip. Talking a little faster than she usually did. “my grandpa…he’s not here so I mean, there’s not really any reason to.”[/color] she took a sigh of relief as she finished and turned her self back at him. She kept her eyes on his mouth as she smiled. She didn’t want to look into his eyes. She didn’t want to see his reaction to her words. She smiled sweetly and swallowed another lump as she thought about what she had just said. Wow. That was, a lot to tell him. She never tells anyone about the reasons why she never celebrates her birthday. Sure she didn’t give him the whole story. She didn’t want to see the disgust she knew she would if she told him the real reason she didn’t celebrate her birthday was because it was the day she killed her own mother. How do you break that to someone. Yeah, you couldn’t. besides. She didn’t want to talk about herself. She never did. She wasn’t use to it. No one was ever really interested in her past. They all figured she was just a happy spoiled brat that had to get her kicks out of listening to everyone else’s problems just so she could thank the heavens for blessing her with a much better life than theirs When in reality, she was hurting just as much as the rest of them. She just couldn’t deal with it. Why would she. Would you want to deal with the guilt and self loathing for killing your own mother and father and driving you only relative away. Hell no. that was the whole point in talking to everyone else. So she wouldn’t have to dwell on her own problems. Selfish, but she did also because she loved to help someone through things they other wise would keep inside that ate away at them. Yeah, it was kind of like helping herself only, they got better and she never did. But, it was a price she gladly took if it kept the hurt at bay for a while. ----- Scar shook her head as if to push away the reasons behind her last statement. She didn’t want to talk about it. She put on a brave face as she finally met his eyes. She was good at that. But, she had to make sure she was more careful. She couldn’t show her feelings. She couldn’t talk about this stuff, especially with someone she didn’t know. Speaking of not knowing him. He hadn’t told her anything, but, scarlett was a patient person. She wouldn’t rush him. She didn’t want him to talk about anything he didn’t want to. She knew better than to push someone beyond there limits. Well, at least when she first meets them. No, she’s sweet and caring about them being as comfortable as possible. And then when she is sure they are enough she pushes, and pushes hard. She doesn’t want to freak someone out the first time she meets them. If she id that then she’d never have friends. No, scarlett went at their pace at first before she went at her own. “so, you are a junior, right?”[/COLOR] she asked, she was sure he was since he only said technically. She figured that meant he was supposed to be a sophomore, but was a junior. At least, she hoped. She didn’t even think of the possibility of him being a freshman. “so, if you are a junior.” she said with emphasis on are, she wasn’t one hundred percent sure, but she didn’t stop to find out. “then, how come I’ve never seen you around school?”[/color] she questioned, tilting her head in question. “I mean, you haven’t seen me, have you? ‘Cause, I don’t think I’ve seen you.”[/color] she was talking fast again. She was sure it probably sounded like gibberish to him. She smiled, showing her teeth as she thought about how she must look to him. First she is crazy and goofy, then she is serious and quiet, a little shy, then she is normal, as normal as scar could possibly be, and then sad, and now she was enthused and enthralled in wanting to know if he’d ever noticed her. She probably looked like a wacko. She must seem like she is a skitso, switching from happy and crazy. From this to that. She was now curious, had he ever seen her? Did he even pay attention at all. Did she look familiar. Was she even worth looking at or remembering? He didn’t know, but, maybe he thought she was. She’d just have to interpret that from his response. [/SIZE][/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE][/justify] NOTES IT'S OKAY, I HAVE HECTIC WEEKS TOO. WORDS 1,974
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Post by Graham McCarthy on Apr 11, 2010 17:38:18 GMT -6
GRAHAM BRYANT MCCARTHYVALK STREETS, THE PIER, MORNING, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----graham wondered what it was like to feel lots of compassion toward another person, because the concept was completely foreign to him. after all the beatings and the lonely nights shivering himself to sleep on a park bench it was really hard to think that he was capable of actually caring for people. did he possess such an attribute? sure he felt a little something toward raquelle. maybe that was some form of caring. he knew that if there was anyone on this planet that he could remotely trust it was her. she'd heard his every story and stood by him regardless. even if there were tears in her eyes, he never felt any real pity from her, the one thing he never wanted to feel from any living soul. what had become graham's motto, or mantra even, was don't bother feeling pity for him and the life he'd gone through, instead spend your time fixing the lives of kids just like him who were still going through it all. graham was out of that life, he was safe, but there were plenty of other kids in the states as well as other countries who didn't have safe places to go at night, or during any time of that day. he would rather that pity not lay on him. it didn't do any good. he was off the streets and he was working on being happy, getting his life started, and all that jazz. he wanted people to do things for the sake of those other kids who had no rights, the kids who were dying on the street. you could say that he was passionate about that, but really it was just a way to direct attention away from him to a situation that might actually do some good. graham wouldn't own up to it being overwhelming compassion because, well, he just didn't see it that way.
-----eventually when he became familiar with himself and the person he was really supposed to be, well then graham would probably be up for that fund raising and awareness stuff. maybe once he'd come to terms with everything and given it a little closure he could openly go to talks and inform the public about what really happens on those barren streets. graham was one of the lucky ones. he hadn't wound up dead, but the same could not be said for everyone else. in time, the rest of the world would know that. graham was sure of it. if anything else his one goal would be to bring awareness to the deplorable conditions found in foster homes and the reasons why children ran away. such things needed to be heard, needed to be fixed, hell, they needed to be eliminated all together. but we need not get him started on that, it's was a much too sore subject for him anyways. sore subjects, the same seemed to be said for scarlett and she made a motion to completely turn around the subject of her birthday, the one subject graham had brought up. must have been a sore subject. "i guess?" he found himself prodding when he hadn't meant to. was it not traditional for teenage girls to go gaga over having a chance to be in the spotlight? did he not catch episodes of that stupid show my super sweet sixteen playing on televisions in the windows of pawn shops? did girls not like showing off to the masses and showing how much better they were than everyone else? god this girl confused him. "not true." he said quietly. "you're one year closer to being one of the wrinkles." he said with a small smirk, pointing to the old folks behind them with his index finger.
-----ah familial issues. graham was happy to say that he didn't have those issues. he'd have to know his family for that to even be an option. "grandpa or not. you still should." he said bluntly, turning back momentarily to look back over the ocean. how nice would it have been to have lived on the ocean at some point during his miles-long hike to winding up in valkyrie. he probably wouldn't have ended up here if he'd been given that opportunity. he would have slept every night on the sand, and probably would have spent every afternoon hanging out there as well. a place so calming, even with busloads of children there, was worth sticking around for. at least there was one in valkyrie. it made him all the more happier to have wound up staying here. he brought his gaze back to her, seeing her shake her head like she was trying to remove a certain topic. okay, he could take a hint. no more birthday talk. he remained silent until she collected herself and hit him with yet another round of questions. man she didn't know how to stop did she? he shook his head at her question, was he a junior. "no. sophomore." he said, glancing out at the ocean once more. he couldn't help it. anything that he wasn't comfortable with had him looking out over those blue-ish waters. "i don't make a spectacle of myself?" he said simply. graham was the super quiet one. he didn't do anything he didn't have to and that meant a lot of keeping out of the crowds and hugging the walls as he walked around people. it was just kind of his thing. "i've never really looked." he said simply, trying to keep up with her. it was true. graham had never been looking to make friends so it was natural that he'd never taken a notice to anyone's presence.
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listening to • long road to ruin - foo fighters.
notes • you're making me look bad with these long replies xD.
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Post by miley on Apr 12, 2010 14:02:40 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ONE MINUTE I HELD THE KEYN E X T T H E W A L L S W E R E C L O S E D O N M E_________________________________________________ ----- One of the wrinkles? really? scar hadn't thought about it that way. another year closer to being old. yeah, it was true. though, seventeen isn't really that big of a deal. the time she should be worried about being old is when she's in her forties. wouldn't she be that lucky. well, at least if she did make it to her forties she would have made it past the age her mother was. hell, even her father. if she was lucky enough to even clear her twenties she would call it a blessing. scar wasn't scared of death. it was a natural thing. you live, you die. rephrase that, you live...until you meet scar. she was like a bad luck charm. nothing about her screamed luck. she just wasn't a lucky person. what was lucky about her life? was it luck that the day that she was born her mother died? was it when she was plaguing her fathers life enough to where he had to resort to drugs? or maybe it was her driving her grandfather away. yeah, luck, was no where to be found. scar was luckless, and although she wishes maybe if she'd had some the day that her grandfather left, then he would have rethought the whole plan and stayed, or dragged her with him. at least then scarlett would have known that he couldn't live without her. she would have been able to live without the emptiness that she now has because he left. yes, scarlett and luck didn't mix. scar was not a luck charm, she was a death omen. sad, but true. though, if she was smart she would just walk away now and save everyone from the possibility of getting her bad luck. but, scar was selfish, she was overly selfish. she tried not to think about those possibilities. she'd rather just keep a distance. at least, keep a far enough one to where she knew for certain that that person was safe. what scar had to do, was keep her mouth shut about everything in her past, she didn't want to talk about death, not with someone she cared about around. that being said, she didn't talk about death period, because she was never going to jinks someone. it was better that way. keeping herself closed off, keeping the bad things at bay. she could try to convince herself that it was only in efforts to save someone from her own bad luck, but to be honest, she just didn't want to think about it period, if she was that lucky she could just avoid talking about anything related to her and her past. wouldn't scarlett be that lucky.
----- Wrinkles. yeah, funny. so he could joke? that was nice. she couldn't help but smile. at least she knew he had a personality. not that she ever doubted it, but, she wasn't sure if he was ever going to show it. she figured it would take a lot longer to get something out of him. there was no more small talk with graham. at least on his part. he was actually giving her sentences! wow, scarlett couldn't help but keep her eyes locked on his face as he spoke. another smile? well, well, maybe we were getting somewhere here. scarlett rolled her eyes playfully as she gave the people a once over. yeah, one year closer to that. really funny. "yeah, i guess. but, if i am..." she said, emphasizing i, giving him a teasing smile, "then so are you." she giggled, pointing at him. she raised a eye brow and then looked back out at the ocean. that's when it took a small turn. grandpa. yeah, he obviously didn't get the point. but, how could he? scar didn't talk about it, nor was she going to, he could think it was that easy if he liked. it didn't matter, people thought what they wanted to, didn't they? she didn't looked back at graham when she just slightly nodded. simple enough...let's move on shall we? sophomore? huh, maybe that's why she'd never seen him before. though, that didn't explain why she'd never seen him in the halls or something. even if he didn't make a spectacle of himself, scarlett usually could sniff out those kinds of people. they were always the ones that needed the most help. and, that was exactly what scarlett was made for. "yeah, well..." she trailed off, shrugging her shoulders as she took one last look out at the ocean, and then turned her full attention towards graham. "i usually find those kinds of people." she retorted. "i mean, the people who are quiet and everything." she breathed, taking a deep sigh. why all of a sudden was she being so quiet. she felt like she was more of the shy one now. how'd that happen? was it because she'd actually talked about her grandfather? or was it just because she kept thinking about it?
----- Scarlett tried to shake him out of her mind. but a picture of him and scar on her tenth birthday relayed in her mind. he was always trying to get her to smile and keep up a facade. sometimes she'd do it, when she saw that he was even more down that she didn't at least try. it was all for him. celebrating anything was always for him. keeping herself together was always for him and him alone. if she didn't have someone to keep herself together for, then, she wouldn't know where she'd be right now. probably in a mess. doing drugs, drinking, sex, anything to keep her mind off of those memories and feelings she always had to bury. when she didn't have someone around, when she didn't have people that she had to stay strong for or keep up that facade for, then she would be living a life that she couldn't control. though, she can't really control her life as it is, but, if she let those things come to the forefront then she would be in a downward spiral that would end her life. she didn't want that. so, what was the alternative. be selfish and rely on someone else for keeping her from doing that? guess so. if she hadn't picked up the hobby of being a counselor then she wasn't sure where she'd end up. no where good for sure. no where she'd ever want to be. but, just because she wouldn't, doesn't mean her subconscious wouldn't. and, scarlett couldn't let them take over, she wouldn't be able to fight against that. she would be alone completely, stuck in a black abyss that she could never escape from. so, being out of control and letting her subconscious take over, or be selfish and push back everything. yeah, second one anyone?
----- Scar bit her bottom lip in thought. it probably looked like she was lost in graham's eyes. she hadn't looked away or put down her head. she just stopped and thought. as she tried to push herself back into reality scar finally dropped her gaze a little sheepishly and pushed the image and thoughts away completely. no, stop thinking, just...focus! she lectured and exhaled softly before perking herself back up and putting on a false smile. okay, ready? she pushed back her hair behind her ears, "so, besides being so quiet at school." she looked straight in his eyes, "how about at home. do you do anything besides sleep? or are you just as quiet there? i mean, really, why are you so quiet?" she asked curiously. you'd think that maybe he'd at least talk at home right? he wasn't that shy was he? too shy to even talk to his family? scarlett couldn't even understand how he got away with being so quiet. what was his story? he was interesting. surely there had to be a reason he was so quiet. he was good looking, nice, buff, sweet, jock worthy, so why would people just ignore him, or he ignore them? if didn't make sense, but, scarlett hoped, with a little luck, that she could get that out of him. luck, yes, the one thing scarlett doesn't have.
NOTES SORRY I'LL TRY AND TONE IT DOWN. IT'S EXHAUSTING ANYWAYS LOL. WORDS 1,370
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