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 Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:40 pm
"No... Pheebe. More people care about you than you think. Trust me about that one." he said as he listened to her telling him what was going on. Andrew could sympathize with the suicidal feelings, he too when he had the drugs in his system. The feeling only came back again when his mother sent him here. He felt like she didn't want him anymore. But at the same time he knew that he needed help and loved her for it,"Listen..." he said and spoke softly to her,"You're not worthless. I feel like I can say that I've met you now. You're an amazing person. You shouldn't go and just kill yourself. I care..." he said and waited for her response.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:42 pm
 The song changed and Jackie started to breath harder she was getting tired. she had to bring down the speed a little bit or risk falling. Her knees were still scared from the last time she fell on the treadmill. In the last month it had happened seven times, until that gym in her home was disassembled and she was kept away from any work out equipment besides a yoga matt and ball. She had to stay in shape. She had to stay focused.
"I can not breath until your resting here, and I won’t go and I won’t sleep until your resting here with meeee." Jackie tried to keep up but was getting to that point when her knees started to hurt and her chest ached. She wiped the wetness off of her cheeks and tried to speed up ignoring everything. She couldn't stop. stopping meant giving up. "Oh I am what I am I do what I want..." She felt another drop of salt water drip down her skin and wiped it away, her eyeliner but be a mess by now...Dido - Here with me
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:46 pm
 Pheebe was used to this. The countless arguements she'd have with her dad when he caught her trying to hang herself in her room, overdosing on pills, and all the others. Her 'friends' at school saying they cared about her. And all the other people. The only people who ment it was her mother and her brother. "Thank you for your concern." Pheebe said poliltely. She leaned her head on his sholder and cuddled into him, because she was starting to ger cold. "Dont worry about me ok?" Pheebe said and sighed deeply.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:57 pm
Andrew put his arm around her waist. The snow was falling on top of his head. She seemed so peaceful leaning up against him. He thought about what she had said for a few minutes,"You're welcome..." he said, his voice trailing off,"How can I not? I don't want you to kill yourself."
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:04 pm
Pheebe sighed. "I know you dont want me to." Pheebe layed down and pulled Andrew down with her and laid down on his chest. Still cuddling into him. "But none of us our garanteed tomorrow, so whats the diffrence?" It really wasnt a question. It was just her stating her opinion on the matter.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:20 pm
He laid back with her willingly and put his hands behind his head to prop it up a little. Andrew blushed a little more from her being closer to him in the way she was right then, and hoped that she wouldn't notice. He continued to listen to Pheebe speak her mind,"That's true...," he paused,"What if god has something else planned for you in the future? What if you do have tomorrow to live? What if you were meant to live?" he thought aloud.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:24 pm
Pheebe liked the fact he wasnt attacking her with questions. "Then he wont let me die, i survived all 50 of my past suicide attempts." Pheebe said honestly as she laid next to him. But unfourtunly for him, she noticed the blush. "You're adorble when you blush." She said honestly.
((gah, the scurry bug from earlier reappered so i had to get bug spray and kill it. When i saw it i jumped so bad, because it was right next to me. I felt horrible though cause i'm a veggie eater, so watching it die made me feel gulity.]]
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:29 pm
The song changed again and Jackie was breathing harder than ever, not only from physical exhaustion but also from mental. She pulled the emergency stop chord and sat down on the rubber mat track, her legs crossed under her. She put her hands up to cover her face and sobs quietly into her palms. Coffee colored makeup smeared off onto her pale skin and ran down her face. The tears just kept coming. It wasn't her fault, and she felt trapped, and now tired. But not tired enough to pass out just tired enough to keep herself from running any further.
She swallowed hard and grabbed a small towel off of a pile and wiped her face with it. She stepped onto the elliptical machine and started going this one was easier but still forced her to focus. She needed that extra help to focus; even if she couldn't keep the tears from streaming down her pale cheeks. She was glade that no one was there to see this breakdown, it was the first she had, had all week and she couldn't control herself. Sometimes a body just needed to release it's bottled up emotion.Dido - don't Believe in love
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:32 pm
Andrew smiled bigger,"haha... thank you." he said then thinking about what she said... 50 suicide attempts... That's a lot. he thought to himself,"Then live to see me blush tomorrow?" he said simply to Pheebe. Not asking a question, not trying to arouse any conflict. More like stating something in question form. He wanted her to stay alive, long enough for him to get to know her more. Already at the heart of it all he wanted to know her better as a person. Her likes and dislikes.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:38 pm
Pheebe smiled at his comment. "With my luck i'll be here all year. That'll be alota blushes right?" She said softly. If she failed 50, she's probelly fail 51, and 52, and 53, so on. She sat up a bit and stared into his eyes. "If i do die, dont be mad at me." She said serisly. She wanted him to think of her nicely when she died. Her goal was to die tonight. Her luck was to die when she was 90 something.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:52 pm
"I don't think I can be mad at you. All you do is make me smile so far. I like being around you." he said, after pausing a moment he continued,"You're the first person I really feel that I can honestly be myself around." he said with a smile that had gone and was now back. The snow was now falling softly onto his face. He felt like a speck of dust on the floor of life. Like he was just that snow flake and that he would melt away just as fast as that snow flake. So that's what its come to... being nothing more than just a speck? Why not make more of yourself Pheebe... he thought to himself. Andrew didn't want to say it out loud, he didn't want to get a bad reaction,"My dad, when he was around me and not touring in some other place, used to tell me to never give up and keep fighting for what I want out of life. I never knew what he meant until he died." he said sharing about his dad, he thought it might help a little,"I found that he told me that when life throws things like drugs and alcohol and whatever, that to get past all the hardships was not to just give up and say 'i quit' but to look it in the eye and say 'I'm going to keep going'." he said finishing,"I just wish I could have told him thank you for telling me that now..." Andrew felt his eyes start to water again, he hoped that it was just the snow melting against his warm face. But in a way knew that it was tears.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:53 pm
[[ haha sorry... that was a longer post than I thought it would be XDDD well I have to go. I'll post later. =] ]]
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 11:00 pm
Pheebe smiled at him. "I like being around you too." She kept looking into his eyes, they were so beautifull. She sighed and laid her head back on his cheast. "You're dads smart." Pheebe said smiling. She knew she was giving up. She knew she was weak. But she didnt want to do this no more. "I wish i could be smart like him." She said softly. She looked at him with a smirk. She lifted her head up smilig, and kind of blushing. "I dont want to regret not kissing you if i get my way." Pheebe wispered in his ear, then kissed him softly on the lips. Then she laid her head back on his cheast. Why not leave an impression?
((no, i love long post!]]
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 11:03 pm
Jackie finally ran herself to the point of exhaustion. She got off the machine breathing hard and coughed into her face towel. He bent over at the waist grabbing the steel frame of the machine for momentary support before straightening up and grabbing her plane silver ipod. She put the MP3 player into her pocket and grabbed her clothing that she had shed. She walked out and up one flight of stairs to her bedroom. The door was still open and she walked in and dropped face first into the bed not even caring to shut the door. She was sweaty and flushed, dehydrated and hungry.
The girl didn't do drugs there was nothing wrong with her, this is just what she did to relax, it wasn't that unhealthy. Jackie passed out in a matter of seconds soon fast asleep on her bed. She had forgotten her boots down in the gym, but it wasn't that big a deal, she would get them when she woke up. If she woke up... it's not like she wouldn’t wake up she always did, always.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 11:12 pm
 A cool hand brushed up against Devon's shoulder as he felt flurries of snow land on his visage, melting on contact with his warm pale skin.
"Sir, we've reached our destination," the cool voice of his chauffeur informed him while he helped Devon step out of the sleek black Mercedes. Devon's ever present stick tapped the floor in front of him, making sure that there were no obstructions other than his helper in his way, and when the coast was clear, he lightly made his way towards the lobby. His chauffeur carried his bags and trailed behind him, watching Devon's every step and helping him when he had to before Devon would tell him there was no need for it.
"May I have the name that is under your reservation please?" the lobbyist at the check in desk asked as she glanced over the vacant eyed boy, interested in how he was able to maneuver around himself.
"Yes, it's Devon Aoki," he stated in a velvet voice, one rarely used for conversation.
"Mr. Aoki," she repeated with slightly wide eyes, recognizing the last name of the Steve Aoki who was responsible for the many music artists she listened to. "Well, um, it looks like you have room two on the top three floors. Here's a brochure for the clinic and we hope you enjoy your stay here," she greeted as she held her hand out that held the information along with the key patiently.
Devon felt around in the air for the objects and smiled at the woman when he grabbed them. "Thank you for your kindness and I hope to hear you down here in a year," he replied before he turned around on his heel and walked to where his chauffeur was. "Mr. Reykes, it was a pleasure to have you helping me, but intelligence says that you can't follow me any longer."
"Yes sir, here are your things," Mr. Reykes stated as he slung Devon's bag over his shoulder and bowed. "I will see you when you get out, and if there is anything that you need, feel free to call," he said before he departed back to the car.
"Bye!" Devon called as he waved after him with a sad smile. He took no care in watching him leave, it was impossible after all, and asked an employee nearby to help him get to the specific floor that he needed to go to. In no time flat, he was standing in front of his new home and immediately dropped his stick to wander around his room for a few good moments, feeling everything he encountered and embedding it in his brain, not caring to close the door behind him.
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