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Post by danni jude harrison on Aug 17, 2011 2:21:59 GMT -5
     Danni smiled when Ian suggested sneaking out. He was slightly worried. He didn't want to really be surrounded by people. He looked over at Ian before moving towards the bathroom. "I'm going to get ready in here ok?" he asked quietly before shutting the door. He went and sat on the toilet before putting his head into his hands. He took a deep breath and found a razor from under the cabinets. He tore it apart quickly. He smiled at the shiny metal sitting in his hand. He threw the unneeded plastic away.
He looked at the bandages on his wrists. He slid and folded one back slightly before putting the blade to his wrist. He sliced it lightly across the fragile skin before leaning his head back. The blood pooled to the surface and he sighed at the slightly stinging sensation rushing through his body. He smiled at the pain, it made him feel alive and better. There was nothing to worry about when the stinging was happening. Things couldn't be better.
He heard the door begin to open and he freaked. He tried to throw the blade away, bring down the bandages and act normal all within seconds but it didn't work, he sliced his finger on the blade before it made its way into the trash and the bandage was never moved back into place. He sat back on the toilet and brought his knees up towards him.
"I... um.... I..." he wasn't sure how to explain it. He had been caught. It wasn't like he had done it deep this time, but still. The fact that he had just gotten out of the infirmary earlier today because of this was something. They had put him on even more medication, but it didn't work. He kept thinking about how Ian didn't want him, he wanted Carson.
Ian wanted anyone but him because he was ugly, disgusting, and worthless. He was a waste of space. Everything was going wrong. He tried to keep himself from crying and ended up hypervenilating. Ian had kissed Carson, but it was all a misunderstanding. If Danni hadn't taken it out of proportions and overreacted then everything would be fine, and he would be normal. But of course he had to go fuck it up. That's all he ever did. He was better off dead in his own eyes. He couldn't do anything right, relationships were doomed to fail. Everything wasn't the way that it was supposed to be.
 417 WORDS | COMPLETE | MARCIE WITH IAN | OUTFITLYRICS BY SKILLET | TEMPLATE BY ARRONOW GIVE THEM A NICE NOTE HERE!
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Post by nickolaus ian andrews on Aug 18, 2011 1:09:15 GMT -5
still I hear you say you want to end your life, [/size][/color] ( EVEN IF I SAY IT'LL BE ALRIGHT )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] Ian was happy. He was glad that Danni was getting better. From what it seemed. He was going to come with Ian and sneak out. To go have fun at Mystic Managed. The boy wasn't entirely sure where they were relationship-wise. But he was destined to make Danni as happy as possible. When Danni said he was going to get ready Ian nodded. He was fine with letting him out of site for awhile. He couldn't help but worry..Danni had taken the kiss pretty hard...and Ian knew how much he fucked up. So here he was trying to rebuild what he broke.
He fixed his Tie, trying to look his best. Putting in his lip rings, and gauges. HE sighed looking in the small mirror on the wall. He hoped that tonight went well. All he wanted was to get Danni back to normal...back to when they were happy, and he wasn't depressed. Back to the old days where they would go eat outside and Ian sang songs for him.
It was all better before this place...better before all the drama. But he couldn't change that. He had to fix this now...fix this mess, and make Danni happy again. When he realized he needed to straighten his hair he walked over to the bathroom...wanting an excuse to come in and check on him. "Hey..Danni...." He trailed off when he saw what was going on. His face filled with anguish. He couldn't believe Danni was doing this. "Danni...why?" He asked..holding back tears. He hated this.
He walked over to the sink getting a rag wet and grabbing some gauze and a box of band-aids. He knelt down next to Danni. "Let me see." He said grabbing the boys hand..he examined the cut and winced, He grabbed the alcohol and put it on the rag. "Why do you do this to yourself Danni? It kills me to see you in pain....why do you cause yourself to suffer?" He asked..his voice hoarse as he tried not to cry.
He slowly began cleaning the cut, making sure it wasn't too deep. He sighed as he re-bandaged it. He looked at Danni with anguished eyes before grabbing his hand and looking at the cut finger. He washed it off and put a bandage on it. "Do I have to take you back to the infirmary?" He asked softly..not liking that he had caught Danni harming himself so soon after he was taken out. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by danni jude harrison on Aug 18, 2011 16:24:09 GMT -5
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