that ice inside your soul -- open.

[marley]

THEY SAY THAT GIRL, SHE'S DARK INSIDE ,

it runs deep down in her soul
they say that girl, she's a silent killer
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marlene couldn't handle it. she thought she would be able to. but the beach--it just wasn't a place she could be. not with all the scantily clad bodies running and laughing all around her. how could they do it so easily? how could they so effortlessly look so thin, so glamorous, when she had starved for so long, and still couldn't yet feel comfortable in her own skin? her mother would tell her she was being ridiculous. she would kiss marley on either cheek and tell her she was beautiful. but it wasn't that easy for marlene. she didn't know why, she couldn't pin one specific moment in her life where she'd decided to just stop eating because she wanted to. she ate to live, if that.

it was the lifehouse marlene turned to, more often then not, when she felt insecure. and this time, she just happened to actually be trying a beach trip. she wanted it to feel like summer in france, when her and her girlfriends would walk in a line, a whole bunch of them, arm in arm laughing and cooing in french, trying to walk in sync with each other--they didn't even need to try! but she'd lost those friends now, god, she'd lost it all. coming to america was supposed to help her, and it had, if only by getting her away from her father and his screwed up sense of reality. but it had only served to make her worse. she sighed and hurried up the steps, her body subconciously smiling at the burning of calories. she wasn't allowed to exercise, but marlene found her not-so-obvious ways to do so.

she reached the top of the lighthouse in record time and clucked her tongue, looking around. she was shocked to see it was empty. but then she supposed no one came around the life house now, not when the beach was open. maybe it would be crowded tonight--when people wanted to see the sea lit up by its warning light. for now though, marlene was completely alone. completely free to stand at the window with her arms crossed over her stomach.

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[suzwana]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Eva sat crossed-legged on her bed of her single dorm; her eyes shining bright with excitement as she smirked at the screen of her laptop infront of her. She had been at Hawthorne Academy for a day and she already knew the top gossip of the high school. Glancing down the conversation that she had barely been taking part in between some of her school mates, she smirked. Some people just had no class these days. You would think as students of a school for nutjobs they would be more careful about what secrets they told. But no, not these bright sparks. With a click of the mouse she had gone offline, she had seen all she needed to. Now it was time to get down to business.

Eva hadn’t been at your average normal school for eight years. When she was ten years old after a violent incident with her teacher, Eva was pulled out of school in Manchester, England and home schooled by her Father, Dave; and ever since she hadn’t set foot in a school. Years later when Eva was fifteen she had struck out against a girl who her Mother preferred as a daughter, and the results were fatal. Upon her Father discovering this, Eva was brought over to Maine to live with her Father and his sister . So now apparently Hawthorne Academy was her chance to mingle and socialize with other people her age with similar disorders. To Eva this was easy. She never failed in the ability to ‘make friends’ or ‘make relationships.’ Well saying that every relationship she had ever had albeit with her Father was fake. Any sort of bond with a person was purely selfish, for her sick benefit. May it be watching her victim fall to her mental or physical abuse, or be it gain for her in a material sense. Either way it was selfish. The way of a psychopath.

Eva knew no one here, she had spoken to a few people on the school chatroom and attracted a few boys, but that was normal. Today she didn’t feel like her victim should be a male, her bloodlust today was female. A small plot formed in her head. There was so many vulnerable people at this school. Surely her Doctor would have seen that this was going to happen. This was no place for Eva to be to help with her disorder. This would be Eva’s playground, and it was swarming with her prey.

It was a nice sunny day as Eva decided to stretch her legs outside her dorm, well sunny her for her. She was from England, any bit of sun in the sky was a warm day for her. As she strode confidentially along the beach she began to feel irritated, it was always the same way. Her long thin fingers flexed irritably as she glanced around at the groups relaxing in the sunshine. Nothing that took her interest remotely. A few guys shouted at her as she walked past, searching for something. Any other girl would have probably stopped and flirted back, yes they were good looking, but she wasn’t after sex, or a flirt today. That was boring.

Suddenly she noticed a lone lighthouse across the beach. The perfect spot for someone feeling vulnerable and alone. Smirking to herself and her brilliance she took off toward the bright white building.

Soon enough she had arrived at the rocks upon were the lighthouse stood, gazing up she saw a figure standing by the window. She guessed it was a girl due to the long hair and thin frame, but still could not make out details. Looking up at the sky it began to grow dark. Rain? Really?Biting her lip in excitement Eva walked through the door and began to climb the steps to the top, whistling as she went to let the figure know she was there. There was no point in going fast, going slow allowed the mysterious figure to contemplate whether to stay or go. Yet Eva heard no movement. Maybe the figure was too far away to hear, or maybe he/she hadn’t heard her yet. Gradually she was making it to the top and she knew for defiant the figure could hear her. “Excuse me? I don’t mean to bother you but it looks like it’s about to rain out there. You don’t want to get stranded, the staff would go ape!” Eva, shouted gently ahead of her before she entered the room. That was the thing here, you always had to tread carefully. Some people here were crazier than her. Eva smiled as she entered the room to see a blonde girl, shorter than herself; which was pretty obvious as Eva was so tall. “Hey there sweetie I’m Eva, you ok?” Inside her Eva cringed at the word ‘sweetie,’ but it wasn’t to be shown on her face. What an actress this psychopath was.

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[marley]

marlene was in her own world by now. she'd yet to notice the accumulating of storm clouds just a little ways away, she hadn't taken interest in the amount of people that had suddenly started to leave the beach. it would have been obvious, really, for her to get out of there once she realized she wasn't just alone in the lighthouse--but in this area as well. marley had always considered herself an extremely observant person, she'd paid attention to details her entire life. it worked well with her anorexia, she was able to spot every flaw on her body in a distorted reflection from a tide pool, or something. nothing got by her.

which was why it was so odd that she had become slightly zombie-esque, ignoring the scene unfolding below her. had marley been considering it, she would have been able to pin it on the fact that she hadn't eat yet today. it hadn't been on purpose! and she would swear up and down to anyone that it wasn't like she was trying to be this way, it had simply slipped her mind. what with all the anxiety of a beach trip, wearing a bathing suit--who would blame her? she was as manipulative as anyone when it came to this, her mother was too sympathetic for her to actually take her recovery process seriously. marley walked all over the poor woman, the woman who had loved and raised her and tried to find her as soon as her dad had gone overvoard.

well, marlene was a selfish person, a bad person. and she was well enough aware of that. it was that guilt that drove her to the things she did some days. her state of un-awareness was over, just as quickly as it had come. a voice behind her pulled her out of her stupor and she turned slightly, looking just over her shoulder. "sorry--" she was about to say she hadn't heard what the girl had said, but it registered with her the next second. "oh, you're right. i'm sorry, i didn't even notice it was coming to be honest." she smiled slightly, looking back out at the water. "it's pretty though isn't it? but you're right, i surely don't want to be stuck here all night." marlene turned from the window and closed the distance between her and the girl.

"i thought you looked familiar, i'm marlene, i go to--well the school." of course, eva would know just what school she was talking about, marlene was sure she'd seen her face and hadn't been able to place it till now. "it's nice to meet you," she introduced, and in her own version of polite french fashion, a habit ingrained for as long as she could remember, she kissed the girl on either cheek, only realizing her actions might be considered...odd here. "erm, sorry, again." she laughed nervously, "it's a french thing." she admitted with a shrug. eva could no doubt tell she was a bit out of it, sometimes that happened--sometimes marlene lost her grip on reality and couldn't place the fact until after she'd done something like, well, that.

marley was touched by this girls concern, but she didn't very well want to be a burden so she merely nodded. "let's just get back to the beach?" she suggested, hoping the girl would at least accompany her. marlene was relatively new here, well. not really, she'd been here a couple months now, but she was still lonely. no friends she'd made had seemed to be the same as the ones in france. god, it sounded like she was obsessed with france, but it was just truly the last time and place in her life she could remember everything being okay.

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