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[The Defective Doll]

Hello, my name is
Darren Jay Rockwellх
And I'm a
stoner incestuous freak unwanted son hopeless romantic human being.


[SORRRRY! I had to run out! I was as quick as possible!]
Darren swore, coughing as he held his unconscious sister and looked up as Micah stormed down the stairs. He gently set Dallas down, cringing at the sight of her wounds--knowing it could only get worse. He scrambled into the kitchen, watching as Micah called for help. The flames only got hotter, and the smoke thicker, and he felt a little hand under his.

"Jay," he coughed, but got no response. He grabbed the second small girl and tucked her close to him, making the nearly impossible trek out of the kitchen. He set her next to Dallas, trying to get either to respond. "Dallas, Jaylin, guys..." He shook either girl, wary not to touch the burn marks on Dallas' neck and face, or the marks on Jay, her tank top nearly dissolved and her stomach covered in burns.

How the ******** did this happen? How could this happen to them? That wasn't fair! They didn't deserve it...Darren would rather have taken their place...he swore under his breath, his hands shaking as he looked up to Micah. Sirens wailed in the distance, and his eyes grew wide.

He could hear his mother coming down the stairs, soon to be followed by their father. Questions. Yelling. Panic.

[S T A T i C H0RR0R]

SPAAACEм i c α h J α м ε s я ø c ĸ ω ε ℓ ℓ



do they even cure you,
cut me open, drug me
or is it all just to humour us before we die?
repair all my defects
if only we could heal ourselves
we wouldn’t need to be
hooked up to these machines

Micah felt useless as he watched, once again, he did nothing. He seemed to be exceptionally good at that, watching as Darren set Jay next to Dallas, the two of them looked over their unconcious sisters, both of them unresponsive. He could hear the sirens in the distance, not close enough, never close enough as his parents came thundering down the stairs, his mother's hysterical shrieks ringing in his ears which he blocked out as he bent over his twin. "Dallas wake up." he muttered, scared to touch her as his hand hovered close to her forehead.

After what felt like forever the emergency services arrived, the fire crew dealing with the burning kitchen whilst paramedics shoved both him and Darren out of the way to get to Jaylin and Dallas. Another paramedic approached Darren upon seeing ash on his face and demanded that he get checked over. Micah wasn't listening, his eyes were on his sisters, thoughts racing through his mind, when Dallas moved. Instantly he was there, trying to talk to her as the paramedic tried to get him to step back. He could see she was in pain by the way her face twisted as conciousness washed over her, could hear her whimper, which turned into a cry, which turned into a full blown scream of pain. Once again, he was pushed into the background and could do nothing, he was going to have to make his own way to the hospital as his sisters were carted out of the house and loaded into the back of an ambulance.

[S T A T i C H0RR0R]

SPAAACED α ℓ ℓ α s Z α η η ε я ø c ĸ ω ε ℓ ℓ



so this is continuous happiness,
you know, i always imagined it something more
and why are my lungs aching when i breathe?
is there something wrong with the heat?
why am i so cold ?
and my heart feels sick, and it hurts when i breathe
this is not what i hoped for

Slowly, the young girl was beginning to regain conciousness, lights and voices all seemed so far away as she slowly opened her eyes. Slowly she came to realise that it was difficult to breathe, but she had an oxygen mask on and slowly, but surely, the pain started to wash over her. She felt like she was on fire. The young girl started muttering, but made no sense. Her mutters turned to whimpers, which turned to cries which turned to full blown screams, muffled by the mask that was over her nose and mouth. Even her lungs felt like they were on fire. What the ******** had happened? Such pain as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to move away from it, but someone was holding her down, moving her. Taking her somewhere as she blacked out once again.

[The Defective Doll]

Hello, my name is
Darren Jay Rockwellх
And I'm a
stoner incestuous freak unwanted son hopeless romantic human being.


Darren was pissed. Why the hell were they pushing him away? No! Those were his sisters! No! He slapped the paramedic's hand as she tried to examine him, irritated that they were paying any mind to him. He was fine, he insisted, he just wanted to see his siblings. He looked from his hysterical mother to his brother as the two were loaded up and taken off. Poor Dallas was conscious, and now screaming in agony. He winced at the sound of her voice, wishing spitefully that it was him. Anything but his sisters. They didn't hurt anybody.

Once they were off with the sound of sirens, Darren looked at Micah. "We're going to the hospital. Let's go." He knew that he would follow, so Dare just slammed his shoes on, not even unlacing them, his keys pressed so hard into his palms they left an imprint. He nearly stalked the ambulance to the hospital, viciously cutting people off as he drove.

There was no messing with them.

He slammed into a parking spot, running into the hospital. Just in time to see the girls, taken behind doors that the doctors wouldn't let them through. Darren swore, slamming his hands against the wall. There was nothing they could do but wait.

But it didn't mean it was going to be fun. Or that Darren would sit still. No. He was still pacing, contemplating. How could that happen? Why? What were the odds--

He stopped.

"The kitchen stove." Dare hissed under his breath, collapsing into a chair and covering his face. "The goddamn gas stove."

[The Defective Doll]

Hello, my name is
Jaylin Leigh Rockwell♥
And I'm a
lover fighter schizophrenic liar human being.

Chaos. Why were there people around her? What the hell? Okay, let's back track...asleep on the couch...searing pain...what? Where was the storyline?

Jaylin coughed violently, feeling plastic against her face and cool air touching her lips. She desperately sucked at it, her hands flailing as she sucked in enough air to screech in agony. Why did she feel like her skin was peeling away? Like she was on fire? Where was she?!

In those short moments of consciousness, she had a flashback. Cigarettes. Funny smell. Light up. Boom. ********. Machines beeped around her, and she whimpered as she was touched. She wanted to go back to sleep...she didn't want to feel...

Jay squirmed, feeling a p***k in her left wrist, her blurred vision spotting an IV.

Suddenly, relief. She was numb again, and going back under.

When she woke again...she was...tired. But doctors kept poking at her. Trying to get her to respond, they asked her for her name. She didn't care what her name was, she wanted to sleep. She wanted the pain to go away. Jaylin muttered under her breath, wincing away from the doctors.

"What is your name?"

"Jaylin." She coughed. Her lungs hurt. Hell...everything hurt. Her voice was raspy as she lay there, not willing to open her eyes.

"Jaylin, what is your last name?"

"Rockwell," she whined, coughing harder.

"Good girl."

Oh, they already knew her name? Assholes. She wanted to see her family. She wanted to know what was going on...until she faded out again.

******** existing. It hurt too much.

[Riimmy]

#d71717

What the hell happened to Ryder? He knew sometimes he had to let his brothers fight their own battles with their father. Plus something scared him half to death. His chest was hurting, slightly. He wasn't sure why. If it was something as little as heart burn or his hcm. Of course, he made sure they were okay and before the fire started, Ryder bounced out of the house without anyone noticing. He couldn't take it, anymore. He was about to snap for the worse and he felt it ruining through his veins.

Where did Ryde go? He went to the skate park, of course. Where he let it out all. The pain in his chest disappeared as he calmed down skating, doing tricks, and just chilling out.

He found a few friends and had dinner with them, then headed out. He walked inside the kitchen, seeing barley anything. Just a burn stove, ashes, and just horror. "What the ********]?" He ran upstairs to dad's office, where he found the man passed out once again in his chair. No one else was in the house. [********. Wake the ******** up." He said shaking the man but nothing. He then punched the man in his face pulling his slump body on the floor. "That's what you get for not ******** responding, like always." He hissed fighting off the urge to start beating him up even more. He just let him with a black eye and himself with ******** up hand from the hard punch.

He then found the house phone and saw there was calls from the hospital. He grabbed his father's keys, not even caring how pissed off he would be in the morning to find his beloved truck gone. Ryder jumped in and sped to the hospital parking in the closes parking spot he could find before jumping out with the keys in his hands as he rushed inside to the receptionist.
"The Rockwells? I don't know which one's in, but I'm the older brother. Where are they?" He looked at the lady before she slowly started to look up the last night. "Hurry up. I don't have all day." Once she told him he practically ran to the room.

He opened the door as he looked around. "What the ******** happened?" He hissed looking around. He left them, he should of stayed. He looked at Jaylin and then the doctor still holding the keys in his hand that he punched his father with. "What happened, What's wrong with her?"

[The Defective Doll]

Hello, my name is
Darren Jay Rockwellх
And I'm a
stoner incestuous freak unwanted son hopeless romantic human being.


Eternity passed. Oh, okay, it was only a few hours. Same thing. Darren swore and cursed to himself, until they were told Jay could be seen. They were still waiting on Dallas. That made Darren nervous. More than nervous. It made his stomach churn. He carefully peered into the room, cringing at the sight of his sister, so tiny, covered in tubes and bandages.

He sat beside her, touching her hand, his eyes traveling to the bandages that went up her arm, and under her hospital gown. Her face. That little face. Half of it showed the damage of the explosion, the other was so...perfect. Untainted. Like she was just laying down for a nap. Darren shivered.

Dare turned in surprise to see Ryder and bit his lip. Nerves made him click his tongue ring against his teeth. "I'm not sure...how it happened...but I think the stove exploded." He said softly, his hands shaking as he looked to his sister. "We're waiting on Dallas, too. They were both in there."

He was almost sick at this point. Like he could have changed things.

[S T A T i C H0RR0R]

SPAAACEм i c α h J α м ε s я ø c ĸ ω ε ℓ ℓ



do they even cure you,
cut me open, drug me
or is it all just to humour us before we die?
repair all my defects
if only we could heal ourselves
we wouldn’t need to be
hooked up to these machines

Micah hated waiting almost as much as Darren did, it felt as though time went impossibly slowly, dragging out the pain and anticipation for as long as possible. It was enough to drive you insane, being kept in the dark for an undetermined period of time. The brothers said nothing to each other as Micah jiggled his knees nervously and Darren paced the room restlessly. The young brunette simply sat and stared into space thinking about what could have happened, what could have been the cause, and it was only when Darren mentioned the stove that Micah really thought about it and realisation dawned over him. "Oh ********] he muttered under his breath.

Finally, a doctor emerged and said that they could see Jaylin, but when he asked about Dallas he was met with no response, just a look. What the ******** did that look mean? Micah couldn't place it, he couldn't decipher it. He didn't know what was going on with his twin and it was infuriating, why was no one telling them what was going on? "Jay?" he muttered quietly, cautiously approaching his sister's bedside as Ryder burst into the room, but Darren spoke before Micah could even think about it.

The siblings all remained in Jaylin's room for a while, watching as she slept, willing her to wake up and prove that she was okay, that she was going to get better, until a doctor disturbed them, informing them that they could see Dallas now, who was just down the hallway from her sister. Micah didn't stop to see if the other's were going to wait with Jay for a while or not, quite frankly he didn't give a ******** as he raced down the hallway and burst into his twin's room, is face twisted with concern and horror as he saw his sister. She looked even smaller than usual, attached to these machines, an oxygen mask covering half her face. The bandages that covered her entire right arm, the dressing on the right hand side of her neck and also the right hand side of her face. And Darren had managed to pull her out fairly quickly - Micah dreaded to think what would've happened had he waited much longer.

[S T A T i C H0RR0R]

SPAAACED α ℓ ℓ α s Z α η η ε я ø c ĸ ω ε ℓ ℓ



so this is continuous happiness,
you know, i always imagined it something more
and why are my lungs aching when i breathe?
is there something wrong with the heat?
why am i so cold ?
and my heart feels sick, and it hurts when i breathe
this is not what i hoped for

The young girl was having some seriously funky dreams, ones that she would no doubt rant about and tell anyone and everyone who would listen when she finally regained conciousness and felt a little better. Typical Dallas, she always had a story to tell and nine times out of ten it was slightly exaggerated.

It had taken a long time for the doctor's to get Dallas in a stable state, but they had managed it eventually and then turned their attention to treating and dressing her burns before allowing her family to see her. But she was at the same stage as her sister now, being out of any immediate danger and simply being kept under observation for a while.

Eventually, conciousness started to wash over the petite female and as the oxygen hit her lungs - registered by her concious brain - she burst into a coughing fit, her eyes snapping open as it took her by surprise. For a moment, she panicked as she took in her surroundings until she really registered what had happened and began to calm down, relaxing back against the plush pillows. "Micah?" she asked, her voice hoarse as her throat felt like sandpaper. "Micah where's Jaylin?" she demanded before falling silent, it hurt too much to talk.

But before her twin could get a word in edgeways a doctor entered and started discussing her injuries with her. It came to light that the burns on her face and neck weren't as severe as the ones on her arm - there was a high chance of permanent scarring on her arm, but not so much on her face. After answering a few of the girl's questions, he left her in peace.

[The Defective Doll]

Hello, my name is
Darren Jay Rockwellх
And I'm a
stoner incestuous freak unwanted son hopeless romantic human being.


Darren blinked a few times, frozen in place for a few seconds. He watched as Micah dashed down the hall to see Dallas. He lingered there beside Jaylin's bed, his expression strained. Why wouldn't she move? Give him some sort of knowledge that she understood?

The machines drowned her. He hated it. He ******** hated it. He wanted to grab his sisters, and take them home. Where the beds were warmer, and more comfortable. Where he could watch them sleep and not be taken out at a certain hour.

He touched the unburnt side of her face, pursing his lips. She didn't stir. He sighed, and lightly touched her hand. He would return, but first he wanted to go and check on Dallas. Damn hospitals. Dare sprinted down the hall, skidding into the room just in time to hear Dallas ask about Jay.

The boy watched in mild irritation as the doctor sprung in, interrupting his answer to her. Damned doctors. Thought they owned the world. But they had saved the girls. So...touche.

"She's being a lazy a**," he joked weakly, "The girl will take any reason to sleep in."

Hey, he was trying. Because joking about it was the only way he knew how to cope.

[S T A T i C H0RR0R]

SPAAACED α ℓ ℓ α s Z α η η ε я ø c ĸ ω ε ℓ ℓ



so this is continuous happiness,
you know, i always imagined it something more
and why are my lungs aching when i breathe?
is there something wrong with the heat?
why am i so cold ?
and my heart feels sick, and it hurts when i breathe
this is not what i hoped for

All of a sudden, Darren burst into the room, Dallas could tell from the way his eyes widened that he wasn't as calm or collected as he tried to make out. Sighing heavily she offered her brother a small smile. "Slow down there Rocky." she grinned at him, although the last thing she felt like doing was smiling, however she knew that her brother needed to see her smile at the moment, he needed that reassurance.

Her smile faltered a little at the mention of Jaylin, her facial expression turned to hopeful. "She's okay?" she smiled gently before casting her mind back all she could remember was stumbling in at stupid o'clock in the morning, and then Jaylin coming across to the kitchen, scaring her. Then what...a cigarette, a bum lighter, a decent lighter...hospital. "What the ******** happened?" she asked, her brow furrowing as she looked between her brothers.

[Riimmy]

#d71717

Ryder sat down on a chair that wasn't taken. He hated hospitals, doctors, the needles they used, and the damn smell. "Dad, did something to it, probably." Of course that was the first thought that came to mind and the only thought that came to mind as he watched his little sister in a hospital bed wrapped up in bandages with iv sticking out of her arms.
It was freaking terrible. He should have stayed and fought with the man, or maybe just killed him when he had the chance earlier.

"I should have stayed at home." He confessed as he placed the keys down on the table. He started to feel some of the pain from the punch in his fist, but it wasn't bad. Maybe a little black and blue tomorrow.

Ryde needed to win that competition tomorrow, obviously. He needed to get his siblings away from that man and their mother. He needed to find away fast and he knew that way. He just needed a perfect competition, or to kill his father. Either one of those idea worked pretty good.

[The Defective Doll]

Hello, our names are
Darren Jay Rockwell and Jaylin Leigh Rockwell
And we are
hopeless teenagerslives unlivedunwantedfalling apart only human.

Darren's eyebrows furrowed together, and he sat on the edge of the bed next to Dallas. He really wasn't sure. Of anything. If Jay would respond to him, what actually happened...he stared at his younger sister, and frowned. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't anyone's fault. But still...he was angry. He wanted to blame someone.

"The firefighters said it was a gas leak. Freak accident." He answered softly, wringing his hands. He just wanted this to be over. His eyes flickered from the overpowering machines and tubes, to his brother, to his sister once more.

"How do you feel? Ready to party?" He joked, a crack in his voice and in his grin. Dare's tongue ring clicked against his teeth, and the teenager shifted in his seat. He hated hospitals. It was something coded in the Rockwell blood.

--

Existing still hurt. Jaylin's eyelids fluttered a little, and she shifted in the bed. Not awake...not awake...she didn't want to be awake. Then, reality struck with a flurry of coughs. She shot up in the bed, retching and coughing, grasping at the small mask over her face. Her lungs contracted and seized, and she grasped at the sheets. ********. ******** that hurt. Breathing hurt. Once she was able to breath properly, she collapsed back onto the pillows.

She opened her eyes, her gaze fuzzy for a moment before she saw her brother. Which one? Clearer, clearer. Ryder. "Ryde?" She asked hoarsely, and coughed again. Her finger curled around the IV running through her left wrist.

Everything hurt. It was a dull pain, like someone had turned half her nerves off. In reality, it was pain killers, but Jay didn't quite understand that. Her eyes grew wide as she realized where she was. Exhausted, but in a panic, she grabbed the remote on the side of the bed to sit her up.

"Where's Dallas?" She asked immediately, a flood of unorganized memories flooding her brain. Fire. Fire. Explosion. Her hands trembled, and she touched the bandages on her arms. The one set of bandages reached her face, with a patch over her eye.

Jay shivered. She didn't want to know what she looked like. Because it was probably disgusting. There were bandages all under her gown, creeping up her stomach. It was just...wrong.

She looked at her brother, then at the door. There stood their mother, hysterical, and coming right there way. Jaylin turned away, curling into herself. "I don't want to see you." she whispered hoarsely, and called for a nurse to take the woman out. The less trauma, the better.

[S T A T i C H0RR0R]

SPAAACEм i c α h J α м ε s я ø c ĸ ω ε ℓ ℓ



do they even cure you,
cut me open, drug me
or is it all just to humour us before we die?
repair all my defects
if only we could heal ourselves
we wouldn’t need to be
hooked up to these machines

Micah reamined silent, having been interrupted by the doctor and then Darren. For a while he felt nothing, nothing but relief that his sisters were okay. But slowly, as time passed as he remained, forgotten in a corner, he started to get irritated. The worst part? He was irritated at his brother, irritated at the way he was getting all of Dallas' attention, that he was the one she was turning to as opposed to him. He was even angry that Darren had saved his sisters as opposed to himself. He was jealous of his brother, knowing that he was a better person than him, a more kind and caring person, the one that would die for his family - Micah would do the same of course, but Darren would most likely beat him to it. Gritting his teeth, he got to his feet, muttering something inaudible, shoving past his mother on the way out, who had presumably been removed from Jaylin's room. But he didn't care, Darren could deal with it - like he usually did. Perfect, heroic Darren. He was being childish, and selfish, he knew that, but Micah couldn't stop the feelings coming over himself.

[S T A T i C H0RR0R]

SPAAACED α ℓ ℓ α s Z α η η ε я ø c ĸ ω ε ℓ ℓ



so this is continuous happiness,
you know, i always imagined it something more
and why are my lungs aching when i breathe?
is there something wrong with the heat?
why am i so cold ?
and my heart feels sick, and it hurts when i breathe
this is not what i hoped for

A gas leak? That meant that the explosion, that had been her fault, horror came across the young girl's face as she stared blankly past her brother. She'd put a naked flame to a room full of gas - this was her fault, Jaylin could have died because of her, in fact, the whole family could have. "Oh, oh god..." she stuttered, sucking in air desperatley. "It was my fault...mine...it was me..." she was muttering to herself more than to Darren, despite the fact that he was sitting right in front of her.

Suddenly, she took note of the bandages adorning her body, and the doctor's words really hit her. She was burnt, badly, with the possibility of scarring, in fact it was more of a probability than a possibility. As bad as it was, all she could think about was Rob and what he was going to say - she couldn't go out like this, she was going to have to have a couple of nights off the streets, which meant her phone ringing endlessly, threatening voicemails and if she didn't do something about it, a visit. Lowering her head, she couldn't stop the tears that leaked from her eyes, bringing her unharmed hand up to cover the unharmed side of her face. "Oh my god." she muttered to herself repeatedly.