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 Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 1:18 pm
 ~In the arms of the Angel~
"Ah yes... Family. They are always a royal pain in the a**, and yet when they are gone you miss them like hell. My dad for example. He was always telling me that music isn't the way to make an honorable living and what not. Gave me hell about my tattoos and piercings, saying I looked like some inked up piece of s**t, punched full of holes..." Angel pulled up his sleeve to show the rest of the tattoo that swallowed his left arm, "I got most of this sleeve just to piss him off..." The boy smirked at the thought before letting his face fall neutral again. "Even though he gave me hell all the time though, he still put up with me, mostly for my mother's sake. I almost miss the good times back when I was little, and nearly blond if you'd believe it..." He let out a sigh and peered down at his arm, "it's a shame that they had to die because of me and my foolish desires..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 1:24 pm
]  Makayla fell silent listening to him talk. She was sorry she had said anything. She didn't mean to make him feel bad. Not at all. when he started blaming himself again she looked from his tattoos to him. "It's not your fault" she said again. "things happen.But if it helps, it hurts more to know your parents are alive and don't love you, then to know their dead and loved you." her voice faded and again she clenched her fists to keep from grabbing the knife under her bed.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 1:37 pm
~In the arms of the Angel~
"Gray would know..." replied Angel softly, "his parents disowned him... bet they regret it now..." His eyes met the girls directly now, as if staring into her soul, "but as I see it, parents can't really hate their children as much as you may think. They might act like they do or even trying and abuse you to the point you believe they do, but maybe it's their own stupidity they hate. Maybe it was looking back on their lives every time they look at you and hating what they see. A child is everything you never were, my mother used to say, they strive so hard to not be you because it's destined that way." Angel let out a sigh, "not like anyone's going to listen to me about feelings other than pain anyways..." He rose to his feet, taking his trash with him towards the way they came in.
"Before I set anything off inside you, I'm going to leave... I have a strange way of making people's lives more miserable than what they bargained for."
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 1:43 pm
Makayla listened to him and what he said made sense to her. She wondered if that's how her parents saw her. For the first time in a while her eyes teared up. she shook her head. "oddly enough I get it." she wasn't going to keep him from going. she had told him a long time ago, that he was to go wherever he wanted to. she just wanted him to know..unlike the others, he didn't bother her. But the "doctors" and his band would be wondering about him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 1:53 pm
~In the arms of the Angel~
The boy stopped in his tracks when he heard that she understood what he meant. He who raged against everything his father wanted him to be, "you know something funny?" he asked, still facing the exit, "my father wanted me to be a cop..."
It was ironic because if he were a cop he would be able to solve the murder, and yet at the same time, there wouldn't have been the murder in the first place. "Oh, of irony..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 1:56 pm
Silencematters When he stoped Makayla thought she had made him mad. she hadn't meant to. But she did understand the paren thing. when he said that her dad wanted her to be a cop, an Ironic giggle wanted to burst from her lips. she bit her lips so that she made no noise. She didn't know how to respond to that. was she supposed to? And of all people why tell her so much?
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 6:48 pm
~In the arms of the Angel~
"Anyways... out into the range of doom," he said starting on his way out. He moved swiftly only to be encountered by Kali. He was glad that it was just her as she was generally the one that related to him a bit better. The two would never date, as it would never work out, but it was almost like she was his family now that his was gone.
"How you holding up kid?" she asked with a soft smile before moving forward and hugging him. He hugged her back softly, trying not to drop anything in the process.
"I'm still not ready to come out... I don't feel I'm ready for that atmosphere again just yet," he replied with a sigh.
"I can understand that. I mean, it happened the night of one of your best shows and everything seemed so great until you go home. I'm so sorry that we keep coming in and bothering you when all you really need to do is heal on your own." she stepped back from him a bit and smiled, "You take care of yourself you big kid you..." she teased, "and I'll see you around, maybe?" The boy nodded and soon the girl turned on her heel to leave.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 8:58 am
Makayla watched him leave and when he was gone she sat in silence a minute. But there was something she had to see. She couldn't do it when he was here, but now she was alone. She looked under her bed and grabbed the knife she had there. She placed it on her table and then stood. She wlked to the other side of her room, and grabed her towel. She sat in the middle of her floor and took the knife. She looked at it a moment, and pushed her sleeve all the way up her arm.
She took the knife and bitting her lip she slid it across her arm. Just above the others. She knew this was a dangerouse place to do it, but she had to. The pain sliced through her arm, and she laughed at it. Her blood painting her arm. She welcomed the pain as she usualy had. But it wasn't the same for her, something was missing.
And she knew she didn't need this anymore. She pressed the towel to her arm and held it there dropping the knife. She didn't feel the same feeling from the pain. She knew this was the first step to getting over everything.
(it might be a little confusing but it'll be explained later)
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 11:42 am
~In the arms of the Angel~
Angel dropped off his trash in the mess hall as stealthily as he could, and yet he still ended up with a few people trailing him, asking him why the band was here this time and if he was leaving. He remained silent, wishing he had all that metal in his face again so he could suck on his lip ring. He wondered for a moment if he asked that doctor if they would let him have at least his snake bites back.
It was a thought to ponder, so he started on his way back to his room, people still trailing him until most of them figured out that he wasn't going to respond to them. It had been a while since he actually left his room, so it was just about time for him to return to that. If that girl he had been talking to wanted to keep talking, she could come find his room. It's not like fan girls and the doctors wouldn't direct her.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 3:58 pm
Silencematters Makayla nursed her arm. She thought it was never going to stop bleeding, but the more pressure she put on it, the shorter time it took for it to stop. She lost more blood then she thought she would, but she was fine. A little woozy and pale but this usualy happened. When she was sure Her arm wasn't going to bleed much anymore she stood up and stashed her towel in the corner. She slid the knife under her bed and then slid out of her hiding spot. She knew she should have wrapped her arm up and grabed bandages on the way out.
She was wrapping it as she went down the hall not really paying attention to things. She heard chatter and looked up to see Angel going into his room. So that's where he was. She wouldn't bother him right now letting him rest. She hadn't ben to her room either and knew the doctors would be comming to look up on her. She went down an opposite hallway and slid into her room holding her arm to her side.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 6:19 pm
 IsaBella woke up in a startle in her spot in the chair. She looked around as she forgot where she was, but soon remembers and sat back in the seat, kicking her legs out in front of her to stretch them. She had her recurring dream, well to her her nightmare, of the day of her best friends murder. She hated how her mind kept reminding her of how helpless she was that day. Just standing their doing nothing about it, even though that wasn't the case. She had seen the gun in the window as the car pulled around the corner and when the shots went of she had pulled her friend down to the ground with her. But the bullet had hit her before she even made it to the ground.
IsaBella soon stood up, tears sliding down her face once more, as she made her way to the door, in search of the kitchen. Her stomach was growling like it always seemed to be doing nowadays, and like always IsaBella ignored it. Her search for the kitchen wasn't for food but for something to release the pain she was feeling at the moment. Though her chances of finding on was slim in the place.
She whipped her face as she left the room she was in and walked down the hall. She stuffed her hands into the pocket of her hoodie as she looked around her surrounding. Maybe I should just go outside or find paper to write what I fell right now. She thought as she passed a few doors that were open. She had no clue where she was nor where anything was located.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 8:54 pm
~In the arms of the Angel~
The lead singer moved swiftly into the room he currently stayed in and closed the door, locking it from the rest of the patients getting in. He had no desire to be bothered at the moment, but he did noticed there were some remedies smuggled into his room. Kali had been there and her perfume still lingered in the air. It was funny how such a tough looking girl still smelled so delicate and had such a sweet family as to make him things for when he had issues.
They all knew that after his lost his parents he became a cutter, but what no one seemed to know was what happened to the boy's little brother. He had been off in military school for ages, and since Angel was out of high school now, there wasn't much talk about it. The lead singer had managed to avoid military school because he didn't get it tattoos and piercings until after he graduated. His little brother, however, wanted to be a bit more like and a bit more unlike his brother. He got different tattoos and angel bites as Angel had snake bites and nearly two whole sleeves now.
Ah yes, It had been ages since he had talked to his brother over that. The younger one being mad for him not stopping him. "Well kid, you knew the rules... shouldn't have been a jack a** about it..." he used to tell him all the time before ruffling his hair.
"Shut up! Like you know anything about anything! You don't have a future! You and that stupid band that's not going to go anywhere!" he had snapped. Yes, the two had a complicated relationship and yet there were still some good times up until he was shipped off to military school. Little runt didn't even get to keep his holes in his face.
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 1:11 pm
Makayla was upset to find doctors already in her room. She glared at them and remained close to the door. She didn't want to speak to them at all. They saw how she favord her arm and looked annoyed. They didn't understand how she kept getting something to cut herself with, and she wouldn't ever tell them.
By the look on her face they knew it would be pointless to talk today. They gave her her meds and left. She walked over to her guitar and started singing softly to herself. A tune easily comming to mind. She didn't think anyone could hear her, so she played loudly.
She thought about Angel and her parents..about the place she was in.
"An angel singing in misery, with no where left to go but the cages. Yet their all in his mind. Ohh and she can't escape this feeling of being left behind, in a world and mind of someone elses. She doesn't belong and she can't feel the whole so her pain is the blankets she sleeps in." she stopped singing for a music break and continued on her guitar. She sighed as thecut on her wrist stung to much to keep playing.
"I wonder what he'll do" she thought leaning her head against her wall. Her thoughts on Angel and her life..her parents...did they care?
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 6:07 pm
~In the arms of the Angel~
The lead singer laid there staring up at his ceiling for now, words and music running through his head. He needed to get it out and so he rolled out of bed and started to scribble things down viciously as he hummed. Kali apparently left something behind and paced back in to see the sight.
"I see you're a little more yourself now killer," she teased with a smile as she grabbed her phone off the counter next to him. He jumped slightly and peered up at her with a smirk.
"But I'm not ready to come out and you know that," he replied tapping the pencil to the soft beats in his head. Slowly he turned and started to scribble it down again. Kali smiled and messed up his hair before turning to leave again.
"Take it easy Angel, " she called as she left. The boy was too focused in on this song. It had been a while since he felt this inspired. Shortly after scribbling he took off back to the room they had been in before to get to his guitar. He plucked at the strings vigourously and intently before turning and scribbling down more. Soon there were sheets of music, perfectly written with lyrics as well and he himself, fell asleep with his guitar in hand. No one would find him other than the girl and that brought him comfort.
((you can feel free to come find him the next day))
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 2:07 pm
The night had passed without many problems and surprisingly, Makayla didn't sleepwalk at all last night. She awoke the next mornign to moonlight sonota playing on her clock. She turned it off and sat up running a hand through her hair. She winced as he wrist was burning today, but she ignored it. She went to the mess hall and grabed an apple on her way out. She slid undetected into her secret room and paused when she found Angel there sleeping. Silently she made sure her knife and towel from the previouse night was hidden and looked around.
She saw sheets of music on the bed and table and she looked at them curiosly. He had written anew song?
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