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Post by AndreiRhysBlair on Jun 23, 2011 12:18:05 GMT -6
It was late. There was no window in his room, but Drei knew it was late because all the lights were out. The wardens turned the lights off around nine thirty or something like that; nobody really went to bed then. All there was to do was wait an hour or two to make sure the wardens thought they were sleeping. Then Wenny would sneak out of her room and into his. The hallway that separated them seemed like miles sometimes.
The brown-haired teen flipped onto his stomach, staring at his door. He was laying the wrong way in his bed, the pillow clutched beneath him. He was cold. The thin summer blanket that was the standard issue in the asylum didn’t keep him warm at night. It barely did anything. Once Wenny got here he’d be warmer. “Come on, Wenny,” he whispered to himself, eyes still locked on the unmoving door. It was lonely without another person. He didn’t know how some of the other patients could stand being here without anyone.
Drei made himself look away from the door, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling. The pillow was still clutched to his chest, his fingers plucking absentmindedly at the pillow’s cover. He let his eyes close, trying to distract himself from all the thoughts running through his head. Would he be able to get ahold of something soon? He hadn’t gotten high in a while… Thinking about how long it had been only made it worse.
The boy could feel himself drifting off, falling into a light sleep. Sleeping would make the time he spent waiting for Wenny go faster. He’d wake up when she opened the door, he was sure of it. Or she would wake him up. She wouldn’t just leave him. Hugging the pillow tighter, the teen rolled onto his side, curling his legs up so he was in a fetal position of sorts. He sighed quietly, trying to relax enough to doze off completely. But being cold and lonely made it hard, and the uncomfortable bed didn’t help at all.
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Post by JaseyWednesdayBlair on Jun 26, 2011 15:41:17 GMT -6
jasey,,[/color][/font][/size] it’ll be more like a song and less like its math [/center] [/color] Night was fucking brutal; horribly so, to the extent that left Jasey in her current position. She was sprawled out on her floor, her stomach slowly rising and falling with her frustrated sighs and huffs of impatience. How long was she going to have to wait here now? She could just barely make out shadows of warden footsteps; patrolling the hallways until they were convinced all of the patients were crashed. She definitely wasn’t sleepy, nor would she be sleeping anytime soon; it was nearly impossible for her to sleep alone. She needed her Rhys to sleep. It had been virtually an hour and a half since she’d been ushered into her room like she was too screwed to do it herself, and then locked up. How fucking irritating. Jasey rolled over onto her stomach, her luscious blonde hair toppling like waves over her face and shoulders, causing her to flick her head to move it from obstructing her vision. Her green eyes were transfixed on the threshold of the door, sniping out those feet that walked and haunted and kept her from Rhys. The entire situation really fucked with her head, just being away from her one and only brother, her only constant companion, her love. He was the only reliable person in the sickness of people around her.
As frustrated as she looked outwardly, her stomach was turning inside, knotting up so tight she could barely contain it. She needed Rhys, she needed to feel his hands on her, and feel his body adjacent to hers. It made her close to the precipice of insane, just knowing they were separated by one fucking wall, and a few steps between a hall way. The tension within her was driving her to the peak of inability to control her emotions. It was no secret to anyone who knew Jasey for more than a moment; she had a wild sex drive that constantly needed satisfied. Everyone else knew full well that the only person who could truly fulfill her was her brother. It didn’t matter what they said or thought about it – their judgment meant nothing to her. Everything meant nothing to her – except Rhys. He was her everything, and she needed him so bad. How much longer was she going to have to wait? She could only imagine what Rhys was doing right now – sitting, lonely, waiting for her. Wanting her. Like she wanted him. She could almost grind her teeth the waiting was so unfuckingbearable. She knew he was waiting for her, probably staring at the door the way she was. He was probably cold; that boy could never contain body heat, but he sure as hell could make it. She shivered lightly, wanting so badly to be with him at that moment.
Jasey rolled onto her side, her back to the door, as if she could no longer face the one thing keeping her within her room. Her eyes traveled up to the pillow and blanket on her bed, briefly considering getting up, but feeling too unraveled and frustrated to bother. She couldn’t be assed to do anything but wait. She gave another loud huff, and shut her eyes tightly, wishing fervently for time to pass by so much faster. Every minute was lonely, every passing second more agonizing than the next. ”I’m not even fucking insane,”
[/i] she thought sarcastically to herself, ”but I will be if I have to keep waiting.”[/i] It was true. She had faked her mental illness to get into this fucked up place. She took a deep breath and tried to reassure herself it could be so much worse. What if she hadn’t gotten herself committed? Then she would be alone, and Rhys would be here alone, and they wouldn’t be able to see each other at all. Just the thought made her sick to her stomach. At least here, she could still see Rhys, and she could still get away with fucking, and no one bothered her if she didn’t eat all the time, and her mom wasn’t around to give her that look. So, overall, everything was better. Or, that’s what she would tell herself at least; this way she could avoid becoming more than just a fake patient. Time, those little measurements were all that chased after her in that singular moment. Jasey rolled back over onto the perfect curve of her hips and eyed the slit between the door, scrupulously looking for those feet. They were containment, and her door was the iron curtain. A moment passed, and then another. Silence. Her heart sped up. In a flash, she scrambled to her feet and silently rushed to press her ear to the door, to assure herself that it was safe now to sneak out to Rhys. She held her breath, waited, and once the silence was confirmed, she dashed to her bed and grabbed her pillow and blanket – Rhys would no doubt be cold and would appreciate them more than she would. Jasey inhaled slowly, trying to calm the excitement and anticipation that had risen in her veins. She tried to still herself, knowing that if she got caught it would be all over. Jasey pulled a bobby pin out of her hair and started working on the lock on her door. She slipped out as quietly as possible, and immediately began to work the lock on Rhys’s door. She did a quick scan around both ends of the hallway, her heart pounding in her chest. There was the sweet sound of a ‘click’, and the door unlocked, and finally, she was inside his room. All of the knots in her stomach began to untie. Quietly, she walked over toward his form, adjusting to the dark of his room and finding him curled up. Waiting for her, no doubt, Jasey smiled softly. She leaned down on her knees beside his bed and kissed his temple, ”Rhys,” she whispered, putting a hand on his shoulder and lightly pushing him, ”wake up, its me.”[/color][/blockquote][/size] if you pull on my hair and bite me like that [/center][/color][/font] tag cujo, mlove! word count 1,003 lyrics bright eyes muse conor oberst! notes sorry it took so long and it sucks so bad! ©Meerful loves Conor Oberst!
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Post by AndreiRhysBlair on Jun 26, 2011 21:31:57 GMT -6
Sleep wasn’t working well for Drei. He shifted in his sleep, his legs straightening in the almost-too-short bed before curling up again a moment later, trying to keep what little body heat he had. Had he been thinking before he’d drifted off, he could have pulled the meager blanket over himself to try to keep some of the little heat he had, but it hadn’t occurred to him. He’d been missing Wenny too much.
Curling up tighter as the footsteps faded and silence fell, Drei’s brows furrowed in his sleep. He wasn’t necessarily having a bad dream; it was more like he was uncomfortable. He hated sleeping alone. Had he been awake, he would have wondered how he’d even managed how to fall asleep in the first place. Maybe the pillow had worked as some sort of crappy substitute, something to cling to until his beloved sister was close enough to touch.
Making a small noise as his shoulder was shaken, the dusty-haired teen cracked his eyes open. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he knew the gentle touch hadn’t been one of the wardens. They were mean. He’d been yanked out of his bed and thrown onto the floor by one before. He hated the wardens, and the doctors, and…everything. Everything about this place but his sister. She was his one and only. His green eyes slowly took focus, taking in the beautiful hair and figure of his sister kneeling there beside his piece-of-shit bed.
“Wenny,” he said quietly, relief flooding through his drugless veins. He’d find something—drugs, alcohol, a permanent marker, anything that would give him a buzz—tomorrow. Wenny was enough for now. Wenny was always enough. He let his legs uncurl, his muscles stiff from laying in the tight position. He stretched slowly, trying to let his muscles loosen up before he moved too much. “Wenny,” he repeated sweetly, pushing the pillow behind him and leaning forward on one elbow, his lips pressing against hers.
He drew back, eyes searching his sister’s face, just to make sure she was okay. He would hate himself forever if anything bad happened to his sister in this place. He deserved to be here; she didn’t. But he couldn’t say he was upset that she was here. He needed her. Without her here to comfort him and love him and be there for him…he’d die. And it wouldn’t even be suicide. He would just…curl up and die, right on the spot. The pain would break his heart into billions of pieces that could never be fixed.
“I missed you,” he told his sister, hand reaching out to stroke the girl’s cheek. He pushed himself upright, his hand retracting to rub his eyes, the darkness in the room making it hard to see. He pushed himself backward, his back against the cold wall now so Wenny would have room on the bed. “Come lay with me,” he said, holding his hand out. He needed his sister next to him more than he needed anything.
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