crying for help[open]

[florencia erin reiner]

florencia was scared, upset and all around just not in a good mood. she hadn't talked to mason in days and everyone kept telling her it was all going to be okay, everyone but alex. he kept telling her that he saw mason with some blonde girl curled up in the common room. okay so he only told her once, but to flo it was nagging her ever since. she was sad about losing someone she thought she could care for, and angry that he'd hurt her like that. she needed to get rid of this void that had filled her body, so she had gone to the kitchens. she ate almost everything in sight, made five turkey sandwiches, ate a bag of potato chips, cooked some frozen fries, a frozen pizza and half a tub of ice cream. after that she felt a little better, but not as good as it usually made her feel. so she went to her room, to find the teddy bear she hid her razor in. she knew that she would need it, and the only way she could of managed it was to cut her teddy and stuff it in there before sewing it up again. ripping the teddy bear to pieces, she pulled out the razor and darted to the bathroom.

the whole way there, all she could think about was the feeling she got when the razor touched her skin. she hadn't had to do it in a long time. since she got home the first time, she couldn't stop thinking about her mom and the binging never filled the void. almost like this time, with mason, binge eating was helping, she needed the pain to forget about it. on a normal basis, food was the answer. usually feeling happier when the food entered her stomach and even more after it left. the moment she entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror she felt sick to her stomach. she knew she was going to get fatter if she didn't puke up all that food she ate, and it was churning and she needed it out of her fast. she bolted to a stall, not even closing the door, she shoved her finger down her throat, and let the food come up and to the sink. the burn of the throat felt good, but not good enough. she was still angry at herself and mason and the blonde girl, so she slide down the wall and pulled her skirt up, placing the blade on her thigh.

she sliced her thigh and watched the blood run down her leg, feeling better admittedly. slicing up her skin, knowing she's letting her bad blood run from her body. it felt like she was doing everyone a favor for doing this. finally her eyes landed on her old scar, it was her first time ever doing it. she couldn't even remember what caused the pain she felt that day, but it was great and all she knew was that she wanted to cut herself. taking a knife from the kitchen she sliced too deep. it felt good, and she didn't move. her evil blood was being washed out, but next things he knew ash had to use the restroom, so she burst in and saw flo and ran to her dad. flo had tried to get her to stop, but she couldn't get the energy and she passed out. next thing she knew she was in the hospital, but her dad wouldn't let them get her help.not that time, even though she was stick skinny and cut herself. it wasn't until long after that, her day decided to get her some help.

feeling a hundred times better, she pressed toilet paper to her leg, stopping the bleeding, but the moment she stood up, she knew her skirt wasn't long enough to hide it. she wondered if she could bolt to her room before someone saw her. she needed to get the showers and out of her clothes. but the moment she stepped out of the stall, her eyes locked onto someone elses and she froze, eyes wide.

words: seven hundred and five
outfit : here
tags: open
notes: haha long posty for gabby

[juliet sarah callaghan]

when juliet received the first phone call from her parents after a year of being sent here, she had expected them to say they've missed her. or at least realize that she was just crying for their attention. but, clearly, they did not get the message. not since the first word that came out of their mouth was "sarah." never, in her life, has she ever heard her parents call her anything other than sarah. maybe once, but she was just out of the fetus during the naming process. that was probably the only time they have ever called her juliet. after that, it was like sarah was her permanent name. she didn't know what was so great about her sister. she was ten when she died. how much could she have possibly accomplished? how could they still compare her to her dead sister when there was nothing to compare? sometimes she swore her parents wished she had died instead of her sister. although, she wouldn't be surprised if they did. they sure as hell would be a lot happier with sarah around.

they always acted like she was sarah. like somehow, she had her sister's identity. the only person who ever treated her for her, was her own brother, damian. he might as well be the only family i have considering he was the one who practically raised me. he tried to make it up to her every time her parents compared her to her sister. which..... was often. like try bi-hourly. he always looked out for her, and tended to dedicate his time on her. she tried to assure him more than often enough that she could take care of herself. and she could. she knew how to cook, clean, do the laundry, and manage the house. she was fine, but of course, he was the over protective brother who doesn't understand the concept of alone time. clearly, he didn't get the memo. still, she'd do anything for him. she owed him that much.

which was why she only agreed to come here in the first place was because he asked. she didn't agree because the modelling agency threatened to drop her. she didn't agree because her agent was having a break down. she didn't agree because everyone told her to. she agreed because her brother was the only one who knew how to sucker her into doing something. she didn't want to be here. juliet didn't have an eating disorder. it was just diets. she was fine. more than fine. so she passed out at the fashion show. no big deal. a lot of models pass out on the run way. you don't see them being sent to some institute in the middle of nowhere. oh well. she had to stay positive. she'll be out soon enough. this place wasn't all that bad. there were nice people, and...... not so nice people, but that wasn't going to stop her from staying positive. she will get out of here. she had to. because she didn't have a problem.

juliet sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she slipped into the girl's washroom, trying to hide the tears that were already falling. the phone call had gone worst than she figured it would go. all they did was compare her to sarah once again. the perfect sister that didn't even exist. this was usually her hiding place. this was the one place where she could hide behind a stall and call damian. tell him everything. at least he cared about her wellbeing. truly cared. unlike the staff around here. they have to care. they have no other choice. but the second she was inside the washroom, she could hear the sound of someone upchucking. when you're in hawthorne, nothing exactly surprises you anymore. it's kind of expected of you. plus, she's binged before, so it wasn't like this was a strange occurrence to her.

but when the toilet wasn't being flushed like she expected it to, the curious side of juliet took over. she wasn't exactly peeking, but if she just took a step back and neared the exit door, you could see a little bit from under the stall doors. the running of blood was familiar to her. the girl was cutting herself. any girl would freak out and think to herself, "what the hell am i supposed to do?" but it was clear to this blonde beauty that all this girl wanted was some comforting. not a shrink. not a tattletaler. she bit down on her lower lip, debating what she should do. should she knock? perhaps she should just wait until the girl was done. it wasn't like she had anything to do. she shuffled a little when the toilet flushed, leaning against the sink table, lips pursed. she knew this was very stalker-ish like, but who the hell cared? this was a school for freaks anyways.

emerging from the bathroom stall was a shorter dark haired beauty, a doe-eyed deer-caught-in-the-headlights look plastered on her face. juliet waved tentatively, "sorry, i wasn't..... spying or anything, i swear... i just.... i came here, and..... are you okay? she mumbled, stuttering her way through the sentence, her fingers twiddled nervously against her dress. her green eyes gravitated to the obvious wound before immediately looking away. "i-i know you don't know me..... at all.... but... do you.... do you want to maybe.... switch outfits? my dress is longer... it could cover......" she looked down at the wound again, "that." she said. she knew it was probably weird and random, but she was just being juliet. she just wanted to help the girl who obviously just needed a shoulder to cry on. or something. and this junior never failed to lend a helping hand.

tag: florencia reiner
words: nine six seven
outfit: this
notes: sorry, it sucks!!!

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[florencia erin reiner]

florencia wasn't sure what to do in this situation, so far she had managed to hide her problems from mason and her roommates. then again she hadn't cut herself in so long, and the purging was an easy thing to keep a secret. no one really paid much attention to what she did, and it wasn't like she hid the binging. she usually ate while her friends were all there anyway. she just didn't want them to know she was flawed. hell she didn't want anyone to know she was flawed, but ending up in this place. twice. it kind of ruined that for her back home, so at least here she'd be as perfect as she could. keeping the room spotless, usually cleaning up after zo who could be a tad on the messy side though well, flo didn't really mind that at all, cause it made her look good. those thoughts were racing through her brain as she stood there in front of this girl she didn't know. she felt selfish for only thinking about herself, not summer and zofia. zo hadn't been the same for awhile, and well the petite brunette was always trying to cheer the girl up.

her thoughts were interrupted with the skinny blond's words and when flo finally took her in. well she wanted to puke again, she felt flabby and fat in comparison. and that nagging feeling of being a horrible person just wouldn't go away. she clinched her fist, razor still in hand and she felt it nick her skin, but right now she didn't care. this girl in front of her was pretty and she was even nice, offering florencia her dress. why couldn't she look and act like that? why couldn't she be that perfect? maybe if she was blone, and skinny and unselfish, maybe then mason wouldn't be cuddling with other girls. hell she never even actually cuddled with mason and that thought made her feel ten times worse, and she clenched her fists harder, the razor going deeper. finally she dropped it, mentally cursing herself for that, and she looked down at her hand. damn it looked bad, and there was no way she could hide that from the security or her counselor.

but the one on her leg she could, until she got to the room to change into jeans. the nice blond had offered, and well flo might as well take her up on it why she had the chance. "yeah its okay," she said slowly, "i shouldn't of left the stall open." she was an idiot for doing that, a bigger idiot to think that the afternoon was a good time to do this. she should of waited until people were in bed, a few minutes till curfew. not that anyone actually ever listened to curfew, but still. not many people roamed the halls at that time, usually the people out during curfew were in someone elses room. like that girl that mason liked. maybe it was the blond in front of her. she really hoped it wasn't the nice blond in front of her. "if you wouldn't mind swapping," she said, her eyes darting to her own leg and then to her still bleeding hand.

the cut wasn't that bad, so she walked to the sink and stuck her hand under the faucet and turned the knobs, letting the water splash on her hand. she flinched at the pain before relaxing, letting herself enjoy it. "i'm flo by the way," she said, she wasn't rude and if she was going to take the tall blond's dress, well she at least wanted to know the girls name. "i'll wash it and give it back to you if it's a favorite of yours. yeah flo was a nice person, and she hardly ever got bitchy though she did feel angry a lot. yet still she couldn't come to think of herself in a good way. she was a bad selfish person who didn't deserve zofia, summer, mason or even this tall blond.

when the bleeding stopped she pulled her hand from the water and turned it off. looking up at the blond again she couldn't help but think this was the one alex saw with mason. she tried her hardest to keep her mouth shut, and not say anything. yet it was eating at her and eating at her until she couldn't bear it anymore. "do you know a guy named mason?" she said it really fast, trying to get it out before she lost the courage to do so. though the moment the words were gone and out of her mouth, well she felt horrible for saying something. "i mean...its none of my business or anything."

words: eight hundred and twenty two
outfit: here
tags: ruby with juliet
notes: blady blah