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Post by sammi on Jul 11, 2011 23:46:59 GMT -5
Sammi rubbed her temple as she walked down the schools halls. This place was getting worse and worse everyday. Just about two days ago she was going to kill herself. Fling herself off the roof as if she didn’t matter. The things she said too. How horrible she felt. She made Carson sob his eyes out. She never wanted to do such a thing, and yet she did. Now Aaron was off making fun of him cause she called him a teddy bear. James...poor poor James. He was being hated on here and there. Sammi knew he wasn’t as bad as he made himself seem. She had ever so often seen a glimpse of the nice James. Not hormonal James, or annoying James. Just..James. She couldn’t help but feel bad for what she had said. The words circling in her mind. You would think that after all those beatings, you would have a little respect. Just the the thought of those words coming out of her mouth made her grimace. It was a horrible thing to say.
She knew that he would never admit to being beat on. At least not in the chat, and well..that was part of why she was on her way to his room now. She also wanted to apologize for what she said. Not to mention check up on the boy. He seemed depressed, drinking his life away everyday. She was worried.
As she got closer to his room, she ran into Aaron. “Oh hey Sammi, you going to see Carson or something? Got a date with the cuddle buddy?” She glared and smacked him before cracking a smile. “No..I was going to see James, and don't call Carson that.” He shook his head at me. “Well..James is probably in his room getting his morning drinking over with.” She didn’t like that. She knew they all drank and partied, but James was taking it a bit far. She shook her head before making it to James' dorm. She knocked, but when no one answered she let out a sigh and opened the door. She didn’t care what state James was in. “We..need to talk.” [[eh..i'll do that fancy jazz later...]]] |
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Post by james on Jul 12, 2011 0:12:31 GMT -5
  James sighed. He couldn’t believe that Sammi had said that. Sure it was true, but none of them knew about it. He seemed like a normal teenager that just hated his parents. Sure he use to do heavier drugs, and it was why he didn’t want to start getting high with Aaron again, but that was all ruined thanks to this place. He had begun smoking again. Which probably wasn’t the best thing, but he also started drinking heavily again.
It was his way of coping…. He was away from his dad for the first time in years. His mom had sent him away when he had been caught with drugs, and in turn sent him to his worst years in his life. He was beaten and generally always hurt because he was doing drugs. Needless to say the drugs stopped, but the beatings didn’t. He became addicted to the pain, which in turn sent him out looking for it.
He heard a knock on the door and didn’t care to answer. He kept drinking the alcohol that he was the night before. It was a way for him to keep away the hangovers. If you never stopped drinking, you would never get a hangover. Thank god for that too. He saw Sammi walk in and he rolled his eyes. When she said that they needed to talk he shook his head. ”No. We don’t. You’ve talked enough. Now leave” he said as he took another drink.
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Post by sammi on Jul 12, 2011 0:28:41 GMT -5
Sammi glowered at the boy when he spoke, and took another swig of his drink. She cared to much for him to watch this. She walked over ignoring his order to leave. She snatched the bottle from his hand and crossed her arms, glaring down at him. She didn't care how pissed he was at her. She was tired of this. There she was trying to make sure everyone around her was okay before herself. Especially if she caused some of the pain.
"That may be so, but you haven't been talking enough. And you see James, I care to much to see you drink your life away. Your depressed, or upset. I can tell, and you need to talk about shit. Just let it fucking out. Quite hiding behind bottles." She took a breath, continuing to glare at the boy. She doubted that would be enough to convince him to talk.
So she opened his window, and dumped the contents of the bottle out. "Now you will fucking talk to me, and tell me the truth. Or everything in your stash is out that damn window." She set down the empty bottle before putting her hands on her hips. "I don't care if you hid them, I will rip this fucking room apart." Her voice was sweet as always, but her face said she wasn't joking. She could take James down if she really wanted to. "So..talk." |
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Post by james on Jul 12, 2011 0:52:51 GMT -5
He watched her as she walked forward. When she took the bottle he watched her. When she talked about how he was acting he laughed. ”Obviously you know everything about me. So why don’t you talk, and I just drink” he said as he watched her move towards his window. She wouldn’t dare.
When she opened the window and dumped out the rest of the alcohol from that bottle he was pissed. When she said that she wanted him to talk he shook his head. He was sticking to what he always said. Never fully trust anyone, keep major things a secret. This was one of them.
He didn’t want all of them to know. They would treat him differently. They wouldn’t understand. They had to realize something was different. Before he moved in with his dad he was doing drugs, partying and everything, then afterwards, he stopped. Almost completely because he was looking for people for his new outlet. He found a few back home, but not many. Mostly it was the same people over and over again. Here there were more opportunities.
”You know it all so why bother anymore he said as he moved over to a table that was near his bed. He reached under it and grabbed one of his spare bottles. This wasn’t where he hid his stash, but it is where he kept a bottle or two in case he ran out, he wouldn’t have to dig through his dresser to get to his real stash. He opened the bottle and took a swig. Letting the new liquor, which happened to be whiskey burn down his throat. There was a reason it was supposed to be drank through shots. Too much would burn your throat badly, but he didn’t care. He relished the pain that it was creating.
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Post by sammi on Jul 12, 2011 1:17:47 GMT -5
Sammi glared at James as he spoke, and got another bottle. She smirked. "Fine then James...you wanna be like that." Her voice turned bitterly amused, and she smirked again. She made it look like she was giving in and leaving, but instead she began tearing through his things. She went under the table and grabbed whatever bottles she could find.
She held them in her arms walked over to the window and tossed them out, not caring where they landed. She turned to James and smiled. "I'll take that." She said sharply snatching his bottle, sending it down with the others. "You have to fucking talk, because it helps. And I will not sit here and watch you kill yourself!" She practically screamed.
She never got pissed very often, but James pulled the last straw, she wanted him to get better. "You have to talk about this shit! It helps, and you know what there is someone here that will fucking listen! " She clenched her teeth before going through the room, finally opening his dresser.
"Ah...looky here. Now you better fucking lose that attitude, and let me help you." She took a few bottles out of the dresser and walked towards the window. She held them out, but paused. "Or I will throw every last drop of alcohol out this god damn window. Get it now? I'm not giving up on you James." |
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Post by james on Aug 3, 2011 14:58:14 GMT -5
James shook his head when she spoke. He wasn’t depressed. He wasn’t upset. He was hiding his past. He didn’t want them to know that he was weak. He didn’t want them to know what he had dealt with. He didn’t want them to deal with it. It was over, he was here. He wasn’t getting beaten every night. He was safe.
He watched as she dumped the contents of the bottle out the window. He shook his head. ”There’s nothing to talk about! For fucks sake.” he said getting pissed. She had his alcohol, what more would she want. She knew that there was some in this room since Carson drank as well.
”There’s nothing for me to say. Got that? I don’t have anything to talk about” He said as he took out a pack of his cigarettes. He lit one up and inhaled the smoke deeply. He blew it out and started again. He didn’t want to deal with her. He was fine. Perfectly fine in his own mind.
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