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a late aubade Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 3:02 pm
 THE TOWN OF SHERRY
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 12:44 am
Let the music fill your soul...  The shouting, the tears and every other noise in the house could be hear from this one small area-- this petit room in the center of it all. In the living room downstairs, a female's shreiking could be heard yelling along the lines of, "Tim, I thought you would be home more. I really thought you would. You said you got more time on your hands, but all you do it stay at work later." All her shreiking only caused a headache. Even being on the second story didn't help. One seventeen year old Alexis Rox was in the middle of the "study room" on the second story of the one place she thought she could call an escape, home. What is "home" really though? A place of relaxation or a lie making you think you can relax, but really all you can do is tear your hair out in fustration. 'Sometimes I think I should just run away, but I would have no where to go,' Alexis thought bitterly from her position on the window seat. Her legs were curled up, pulled close to her chest with her arms wrapped tightly around them to keep them in place. The walls began vibrating but it wasn't from an earthquake, it was her father's response to her mother's accusations. "I do so much for this family already, Samantha. I don't need you to tell me how to run my life. I'll live how I want. I'm not cheating on you like you seem to think I am. The work load may be less, but it's critical work. It takes up my time and sometimes even my sleep. I don't mean to sleep at work; I just do."
The youngest daughter of two stared out her window, and as much as she wished it, her life would never be perfect. Alex sighed and whispered to herself, "But who's life can actually be considered perfect? Sis is gone, living with friends to get away from Mom and Dad. If it weren't for the fact that I have to stay here until I can transfer to a new college, I would leave too. This isn't my ideal life, but it could be worse. Dad's a workaholic, and Mom is accusing Dad of cheating because in reality it's her who's cheating on him." A grim smile twisted on her face as she thought of all the things that had led to her leading the life she has. She shook her head to rid herself of the memories causing her long black hair with brown dyed in highlights to whip around her. She released her legs, letting them stretch out and get a blast of the room temperature's cold air. Without the warm from her arms, Alex could feel the slight cold hit her legs causing goosebumps to run up her body. She stretched her arms up above her head and spent a minute or two yawning. 'They're still fighting,' she thought and then said, "What can I do to drown their fight out." Looking around the "study," Alexis examined her instruments around the room. In the corner was the grand piano that Alexis started learning how to play when she was six years old. Not to far from the grand instrument were two other instruments that Alex also learned to play from when she was young. The two instruments were the flute and the violin. The flute was an instrument she learned to play to be in the school band. However, that didn't last very long because the practices were taking her out of her classes so she decided to drop that. She stilled played the instrument for fun, but she got more pleasure from playing other instruments like her violin. The violin was by far Alexis' favorite instrument. If the bow was moved slowly across the strings, the violin would give off a soft and sometimes depressing tune, but it also had the capablitity to play aggressive songs that released a large amount of fustration just by moving the bow across faster. The violin could easily express the mood of the violinist so it was usually Alexis' ideal choice to play in almost any time of need. Today just happen to be one of those days.
Alexis walked across the small room to her violin and her music sheets. She chose a melody that was sweet yet had a fast tempo. Perhaps the music would be her escape from her parents like it was so many times before. She rose the instrument to rest on her shoulder and chin in held in place with one hand with the bow in the other. Alex closed her eyes and took one large deep breath. Her eyes opened only to focus on the music sheets in front of her. Her hands began to move in a fast yet steady rhythm. She played the song a few times just staring at the notes on the music sheet. It was easier for her to focus on one thing rather then let her mind wander only to get distracted by the on going yelling taking place only a story below her. Eventually she memoried some parts of the song, making it so that her mind did wander. "I hate you! I can't believe you would do this to me. Don't expect me here this weekend; I'll be staying at a friend's house," Samantha's voice could be heard. The anger and fustration between her two parents made two tears escape from Alex's eyes. She stopped playing to wipe away the stray salt water marks that trailed down her slightly dark skinned cheeks. The violin was placed gently back into its case. "I can't do this. I can't live like this," she whispered to herself. "I'll tell Dad. I have to even though it's so uncomfortable to be in his presence." Alexis looked around the room to make sure everything was exactly as it was when she came in. Although the room did contain her instruments, her father often used the room to do some work at home though that was never very often. Content with the way things were, she exited the room quietly and even made sure that the door closed quietly. With her back against the door, Alexis listened for any noises that would alert of either of her family members still within the house. Goosebumps crawled up her back; the house was quiet for once in the last twenty four hours. Something was definitely wrong, and that's when it happened. Footsteps could be heard coming closer and closer supposity up the steps....causing wings to grow... The only really sign of humanity other than herself were the footsteps, and there were only one set of those being heard right now. Alexis started moving towards her room. Alexis had a lot of friends obessed with death which eventually made Alexis paranoid. Her mind automatically thought that one of her parents were dead and the killer parent was coming up to kill her too. Before she could open her bedroom door, her father called out to her, "Alexis, there you are. I need to speak with you." His voice was deep and stern. His stood at almost six feet with short black hair, coal grey eyes and a dark complextion. He towered over her height of five feet and seven inches. "Your mother has left for the weekend. She'll be staying at a friends house. I have to leave on a business trip though. I'll be leaving tomorrow and coming back in a week or maybe it will take longer. I'm not sure on the details yet; no one has really said anything. I expect you to act like a responsible adult. No parties and keep the house in order. Remember to attend your classes and be a good girl. If your older sister stops by, tell her where I am and make sure that neither of you do anything stupid. Any questions?" Not once had Alexis looked her father in the eyes during the time that he was talking. After he finished his part lecture part speach, Alexis shook her head with her eyes still focused on the ground. Tim was about to walk away, but Alexis stopped him by calling for him loudly, "Dad, Mom's cheating on you. She isn't going to a friend's house. She's going to her lover's house. I don't know how long this has been going on, I just found out last week." By the end of her confession, her voice was once again soft. "I know," he said, "she's been doing this for a few months now. It's nothing new." He began to walk away again leaving Alexis standing in front of her door stunned. "You knew?" she whispered, but he didn't hear her and continued to his own room to back for his trip. Alexis shivered and turned back to her bedroom door. She entered her "cave" as she liked to call it.
The room was dark since the curtains and blinds were shut blocking out the light that would have come from the window. The bed was in the center of the room taking up about a third of the room. It was a queen size bed with a large black and blue comforter neatly placed across the bed. The four pillows were puffy-- two of which were blue and two of which were black. There were very few things throw about the floor-- most of which were loose articles of clothing that had not yet made it to the hamper. There were two night stands on either side of the bed. One side had a lamp and a clock, and the other had framed photos of her closest friends. In her room there was also a large desk that had stationary supplies and her precious laptop. The larger lamp was placed near the desk since that is where Alexis spends most of her time. The rest of the room was littered with art supplies ranging from cameras to easles to canvases and paints to pil pastels and many other mediums and forms of art. Alexis spent no time to look around; she walked straight into her bed after carelessly shutting the door. She fell face first onto her inviting black comforter with the blue fire like swirls as a design. When she could no longer breath easily, she turned her head to look at the nightstand with the framed tabletop photos. The first photo she was was of Alice Marsh. In the photo, Alice had no makeup on and was going through one of her off days, much like Alexis' day was going currently. Alex sighed and pulled out her cell phone from her jean's front pocket. "Might as well call her to see how her day has been. Hopefully better than mine," Alex muttered to herself has she punched in her friend's number. She held the phone to her ear waiting for the ringing to stop and for Alice to answer....then spread your wings and go.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 12:02 pm
Tick Tock Tick Tock  Sighing and staring out
blankly as his brother continued to scold him for the destruction of
the house Mark cocked his head to the side and gave his brother an
emotionless look. "What would you have rather me done? Spend hours
cleaning up the mess with a solute that is easily seen with a UV
light?" he asked with a slight frown upon his lips, "And then
after I would have had to find a way to get rid of the body without
the lurking smell of decomposition..." he mumbled, not wanting to
think on ways which he would have to try to figure that one out.
Cement maybe, but that was also obvious, and a bit on the heavy side.
Feeling an arm on his shoulder as he was about to burst out in
profanities he eased at the sound of his sister's voice telling him to
calm down and relax. Easing back into his chair, he stared ahead as
Tristan told him to follow. Fine, it wasn't like he was able to do
much anyhow aside from follow. Turning on the radio and setting down a
lower volume, he sigh inwardly, thinking about the harm which had been
done to his sister. The radio had only been turned on to try to avoid
the awkwardness of the situation. What was there to say and do? Would
she forever call him a murderer for the actions that he had done?
Would she hate him as much as Tristan did for burning down the house.
Perhaps his actions had been a bit too rash, but how else was he
suppose to get rid of all of that blood? Tuning into his thoughts and
only half heartedly paying attention to his brother, a small tune woke
him up from his inverted thoughts."Hello?" Alice softly said into the phone in a bit of a confused manner, because of all of the events which had happened the last thing which she had expected was a phone call from one of her friends. Okay, maybe not just another friend, but her close friend in which she disclosed everything to. Almost everything. The furthest thing which Alex knew about her relations with her father, was that the older man was coming onto her, nothing more nothing less. She did not want her friend to worry about her, and the other already had family issues of her own. Alex was a great friend at it was, and she did not want her poor friend to worry about more then she needed to. Unfortunatly, tonight, Alice was going to spill her heart out to the other. "How has my day been?" Alice asked back questioning the question itself. What was she suppose to say? There wasn't much to it actually. "Well..." she started, her voice going up to a more 'playfull' and more cheery then it had been just a while ago. "Well, I just got out of the house, Mark is driving us so that we could live with Tristan... And did I mention that our house is probably going to be on the news? Mark blew up the house." she said in her cheery air, and then her tone of voice dropped to a more serious one, "Do you mind if I came over to your house tonight and stayed for a while?" she waited a few moments for the reply, "Okay thanks." she said again with the light and cheery air, "I'll tell you more later." she said and with a small smile said into the phone, "Bye talk to you later."
Time never stops. "You know, sometimes your moods scare me..." Mark commented on his youngers sister's phone conversation. "Yeah, I know" she said with a small pout laced onto her lips, "But it's that time where I don't really know if I'm still dreaming or not... And I don't need her to worry and fuss so much." Alice said with a sideways look away from her twin. "That's the problem, you should tell us when things are happening to you. You should have told Tristan and I what dad was doing to you... I'm sorry..." Mark said with a sigh, shaking his head slightly, avoiding Alice's odd expression on her face. "I felt it... I knew that something was wrong, that something wasn't right, I suspected that it would have to do with 'dad' because of the way that you reacted around, I thought that if something was wrong you would have told me... At the very least me... I'm Sorry Alice... I was trying too hard to surpress the feelings which was in my stomache. I did think.. I was sure that it was just an uneasy feeling in my stomache, nothing else. Nothing that would have to do with you and the way that you were feeling at that moment." he grew silent, allowing the uneasy silence to fall between them. "I was scared... I felt like I deserved it." Alice mumbled, taking a long breath and then continuing, "I killed her, therefore I should have been the one to pay the consequences." To this, Mark took his sister's hand in his, "You did not kill mom... No one killed mom but the way that dad had treated her before she gave birth to us. Alice... You did not, come here.." he said, pulling his sister to him and having her head rest upon his shoulder. "I don't know everything that is going through your head right now.. and I'm sorry that you had to experience all of that, but please try to rest now..." he said, as alice closed her eyes deep in though. In this position, Mark continued to drive in silence.Throughout the entire ride back, alice did not say a word, instead she thought. She thought about many different things, about how things should have been, how things never will be, and how things won't ever change. These things caused her to wonder about her life, if she would ever trust anyone of the male gender other then Mark. Tristan, would have to earn his trust over again. They weren't too close to begin with, but they were family. Shifting just a bit from Mark's shoulder as the car pulled to a complete stop near Tristan's, she only got up and off of the welcoming shoulder when the key turned and the engine got killed. Looking up to her twin she gave him a quick hug and a small thank you. Looking down at something, Alice saw her twin giving her something in a haphazardly wrapped box. It was an early birthday present, something that he hoped that would make her happy later on, but for now, they would have to start moving boxes. "Thanks." Alice said with a small smile again embracing her brother, and then getting out of the car to start moving boxes from the trunk to the interior of the house. Mark was following suit, but some of the boxes he appeared to have just given a second glance to, "Okay thanks Tristan." Alice said, hurriedly taking the box into the room and then walking back to the car to get another, on her way back, she would have dropped the box of memories if Mark wasn't there to take it as he glared at their older brother. Tristan was holding a bottle of beer. "Uhm actually." Alice started mumbling as she looked at the bottle of beer, "I'm spending my time at a friend's house." Mark came back and nodded, I'll take her. One more trip and that'll be all of the stuff that I'm taking in." he said, as he gestured to Alice to get out of the room. "I can't believe him.." Alice mumbled as Mark came back outside from the interior of the apartment after saying his thanks and goodbye to Tristan. "Alex's house right?" he asked with a small sigh as he began to head there anyways with out her answering. Alice got out at her location and sighed, "I'll call you in the morning to tell you I'm safe." she said, pulling her bag with all of her homework and books which she would eventaully need. Some of her clothes was already at Alex's house, but she pulled another bag with some of it stuffed in. Walking onto the porch, she rung the door bell waiting for her friend.But for you maybe it will.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 11:24 pm
Spread your wings and fly high... Alexis' conversation with Alice was relatively short. Alex asked how Alice's day was since hers seemed to be really crappy. Both of them had very troubled lives but at the same time, Alexis felt they were slightly lying to each other. Of course, with Alexis' experience with social interations, she was immediantly suspicious of people telling the "truth." From what she could gather from Samantha's and Tim's, aka her parents', relationship, no one was capable of telling the one hundred percent truth. Everyone was prone to lying, and that usually caused many rifts in the relationships. 'But then again, even the truth causes rifts,' Alexis thought as she laid on her back upon her bed just staring at the ceiling, 'What if Mom had told Dad she was cheating on him the minute she started to? What would Dad have done? He probably would have yelled at her, and they would fight about everything more so than they do now. Thankfully though, they don't see each other often in front or near me. I may have been the product of the two, but that does not mean either of them love me.' Alexis' pestimistic thoughts brought her mood from penisive to depressed.
Alex rolled onto her side and looked once more at the photos upon her nightstand. She sighed when her eyes scanned over the fifteen photo frames that stood upon her tiny table alone. Out of all those photos, only one was of their entire family, and that photo was the only one were they appeared happy. However, they were only happy because the problems had not yet surfaced, the photo was taken back when Alexis was only three. 'Sometimes I think my parents blame me for their problems. It's as if I wasn't perfect enough to keep them together. Perhaps it is my fault...' she thought. Before the thoughts could leave a lasting impression though, she shook her head and scanned the other photos. Her eyes widened when she saw the photo of Alice. "Holy crap, she's coming over soon! I need to clean my room!" Alexis exclaimed as she jumped off the bed only to rush about the room picking up stray articles that had not yet made it back to it's proper place. After half an hour, Alexis' room was clean. Glancing at the time, Alex was surprised to see that it was getting pretty late. She wondered downstairs to see if her dad had left yet. He had, his car was gone as were his shoes. She sighed is partial relief and partial disappointment. Grumbling could be heard, and Alexis blushed although there was no one there to see her. "Guess it's time for food," she thought aloud as she changed her direction to head towards the kitchen.
While she was looking through the cupboards, she could hear a car pulling up her driveway. Abandoning her search for edibles not yet expired, she walked up to the front door to unlock and open it. Before her stood one of her closer friends, Alice. Alice was carrying a duffle bag most likely full of clothes and other necessities. "Hi, Alice, come on in. My parents aren't home right now, but I don't think that really matters." Alexis said stepping to the side to let Alice walk in. Alex waved breifly to Mark's departing car before shutting the door. "Are you hungry? I was just looking for something to eat. Or did you already eat?" Alexis asked walking the short trek back to the kitchen. Instead of returning to the cupboard, Alex went towards the fridge and pulled out two packets of oden noodles. "Are you up for oden noodles, no soup with oyster sauce?" Alex asked before getting a pot of water on the stove to boil. She set the temperature on high and began opening the packets....Reach for the sky and never look back... 'Alice seems kinda out of it... She really is hiding something from me then. It's better if I don't push her into saying something though. I'll just finish making the oden and then we can go upstairs, eat and maybe talk. We just won't talk about any subjects that will make either one of us uncomfortable,' Alexis thought. Eight minutes later, the oden was done and prepared. The two grabbed their bowls of noodles and eating utensils and headed upstairs. The two ended up eating on Alex's bed and only talked of random, pointless things. Neither seemed willing to start the conversation that would eventually come. 'We probably should talk about it, but right now, I need to get her to relax not tense up and leave.' Alexis thought but had no idea how to sooth her friend when she hardly had any idea what was going on. At the same time, she didn't want to start any conversations that would even remind either of them of their fathers.
Alexis tried hard to avoid the possible conversation, but at the moment, they had nothing else to talk about and they had long ago finished their food. The silence lingered for a few moments before Alexis left with their dishes to put in the sink and wash them. When she returned, Alice was still on the bed, but this time, she seemed to be reflecting on something. "Alice, what are you thinking about?" her friend asked, "You don't have to tell me, it just seems like...it could be an important issue. I don't know why, but I have the feeling you don't entirely trust me. That's fine, you don't have to tell me everything. I'm just worried about you." Alex looked away afraid of the response she would get. Instead of waiting for a response she quickly said, "I'll be in the study if you need me. Take this time to relax or something," and left the room.
Thankfully, the study was nearby. Her eyes immediantly went to her music corner and even her feet immediantly brought her there. "But what to play," she whispered to herself. The grand piano's regal shine caught her eye. Smiling, she opened up the bench to take out a music book. She flipped through the pages looking for a good song to play in her current situation. 'I love music;it's the window to the soul though others say that would be the eyes. No, music really shows who we are,' Alexis thought. She placed her music book on the stand and closed the bench. After sitting down, she scanned the music notes breifly before letting her fingers dance across the piano keys emitting a soft melody. The gentle tune picked up after a while and soon the once melancholy tune was a violent as a raging tsunami crashing against the once untouchable scenery. When Alex got to the fifth measure, she had begun to sing softly. As the song continued, she stopped caring if Alice heard her and sung from the bottom of her heart. Alexis sang clearly when she got to her second song with her fingers still gliding against the keys, hitting the appropriate ones with few mistakes. "...And I don't want the world to see me," Alex sang with her eyes switching from being closed to focusing on the music in front of her, "Cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everythings made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am."...what awaits you will only hold you back.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 12:43 am
Save me  Out on the porch by herself, Alice allowed her thoughts to consume her, drown her within their own sorrows with out a second thought to her own. What was it about that house that made her so happy to leave, and yet at the same it drew her back. It was the place of her childhood, but for most of it, all she could remember was spending the time alone, or outside of the house, or fooling around the backyard with Mark and Tristan with their father's lusty eyes dead set upon her. There wasn't too many memories in that house. At least happy ones. There was a few which she remembered about their dad. That was the odd part. When they would all go on walks to the park, when he would help her with her small assignments in third grade. There were the birthday parties where they would just be small joyous events at home, where they could just celebrate in the presence of each other. Then those turned into events where there had to be people, friends whom had agreed to spend the night so that the next day daddy was sure not to make a move on her. Those nights were nights which everyone slept and Alice would stay awake, just to make sure her daddy did not try anything on the other girls as well. But what of the house which made it so special as compared to now? Was it because she had her own room back there and now she had to share it with Mark? Not only that, but she had to share the bed as well? Probably not. Mark was one of the only men which she could tolerate, that she could tolerate, the other was Tris-
"Hey Alex" Alice said with a smile, looking back to the withdrawing car and waving to her brother. "Sometimes I think that he cares too much about me." she asked, a small smile was trying to hid her bitterness which she had just managed to cover. Tristan, that was another problem in another nutshell, just waiting to be cracked open by the right person. That person was probably standing right in front of her. "Nah that doesn't really matter at all." she said, remembering what had just happened to the last of her parents. She only had one to begin with, and technically each twin had a hand in killing a parent. Alice had killed her mother, and Mark had kill their father. What a pair they were. "Hmm food does sound good just about now." Both Alice and her stomach admitted as it gave a low and angry growl. The only thing which Alice had eaten that day were a couple of Oreos for 'dinner' and a sandwich during lunch break. Smiling a bit as Alex announced what they were going to be eating, Alice nodded, it seemed as though the other just always happened to know what she wanted. Something without any liquid, but was strong. Well, as strong as one wanted it to be. It was almost like a small sense of control in her life. All throughout the night, Alice's control and sense of it had been whirling out of control. First when her father had come home, second was when Mark killed their father, third was when she began to panic and pack, fourth was the drive their and Mark's confession, fifth was the scene at Tristan's house... That was something which she wanted to forget. "I'll be right back" she said, lugging her belongings up the stairs and into a corner of Alex's room.
How could he do that to them? She thought to herself as she returned back into the kitchen. How could he betray them like that? Alice sat down with her bowl of oden and a pair of chopsticks. Walking up the stairs in a manner which was much unlike her normal cheery self, she began to think about this as well. That beer in his hand, that look upon his face, and it was empty. Tristan had only needed to take one swallow of it and it was gone, just like that. It was like it was a simple task which he needed to do before he could do anything else. Just like father. Just like dad. What a great person Tristan was turning out into. Alice could still remember the times that they would spend in each other's company -though a whole lot less then the time Mark and Alice would spend together- they would share insightful information about the things which were bothering them in their lives. She could have sworn that Tristan had once told her that he would do anything in his power to make sure that he would not turn out to be like their father. What a great and grand job he was doing. Opening the door for the both of them, though she had technically almost ran into the barrier as she walked dazed into the room, she had to question her own mindset. Maybe everything was her fault. Perhaps it was her who should pay for everything that had happened. Alice could always turn herself into the police if she wanted to. Then everything would come out as her as the guilty party, it would be told to the entire world that she was the one to blame for the death and for the destruction of the house which both had cherish and hated so. It was one of those things that she could not decide if it was a bad thing or good thing that her older brother had done such of an act.
Help me Sitting upon the bed with the bowl resting gently on her lap she began to pick at the food, hardly taking notice of the silence of the room. It was one of those things which she came by to appreciate it, especially in the mess which was her house. By now, nothing would be left of the house but a soggy ash ridden frail frame, if even that. All of the things which she had to remember by was at the very least in a box which she was confident that nothing horrible would happen to at least anytime soon. If something did, the she was not sure whether or not she could take it or not. She was at the edge and the only thing that they were talking about were shallow things. Things which could be fillers for a topic which neither one of them wanted to speak about. Themselves. Putting the bowl aside, and continuing to speak to Alex, Alice continually kept that small awkward smile on her lips and a neutral tone of voice. It was something which she had mastered, especially while talking to Mark and Tristan when they asked her if everything was alright. However, all that she had to worry about now was whether or not Mark was alright. Everyone worried about her, just because she was the 'baby' of the family. Mark had less reason to worry then Tristan did, just because he was a few minutes older then her did not justify him worrying over her like crazy. Just as Alice did not notice Alex leaving, she had barely noticed when her friend had came back into the room. Listening to her friend speak for that moment, she was about to move her lips in an answer, when Alex had told her that it was okay to just wait and relax and then tell her later. Alice figured that she probably would.
Following her friend's figure as she walked out of the door, that was another thing which Alice had to think about. Their relationship. They were naught but friends, but sometimes, just sometimes Alice... It wasn't an important thing to think about now, so Alice just dismissed the thought and laid back onto the bed, thinking to herself and allowing her mind to empty out. On top of all of the emotional things which she had to soak through, there was also the issue of work, and all things that were work related. So much for getting some things done before she has to head back to school. So much for the stacks of homework which she had to do. So much for many things. She still could not grasp the concept of the research that she did. It was more likely that she was going to find another cure for something else before she would find the correct cure for the certain something that they were looking for. But how was she suppose to find the correct formula for something which she did not even know that she was looking for? A major catch 22 if she had to point one out. Sighing in frustration, she turned over to lay on her side and sprawled out onto the mattress. How was she suppose to deal with all of her problems? She did not even really have the option of dealing with them one at a time.
Trying to clear her mind once again in this odd position, she closed her eyes and thought that she heard a few notes playing clearly from a piano. Opening her eyes in a slow and dazed fashion, she realized that she was not dreaming. Soon enough those notes began to be accompanied by a voice, and then a stronger voice. Then a certain line struck her. "Cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything is made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." 'I just want you to know who I am.' the song lyrics echoed back to her. Slowly getting up, she decided that it was time. Slowly opening the door to the study and making her way to Alex, she calmly -as much as she could in this type of situation- sat on the floor and began to pour out heart and soul. "My father has been raping me." she started, having mixed feelings about saying the facts out loud and so bluntly as well. "He... He has been doing it ever since I was.. young.. Nine maybe. I've forgotten." her voice was cracking and the tears were beginning to well up in her eyes. "Mark saw tonight... and he- anger took over and now everything, my troubles and my tormetor... both are dead. The house is burnt... Tristan is doing exactly what father had been doing, drinking. I don't know how bad. And and. I I just don't know what to do anymore." Alice broke down crying, tugging just a bit at her friend for emotional support and a shoulder- or rather lap to cry on.
From myself
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 8:29 pm
Take these broken wings.... Alexis pulled Alice closer to her after she uruptly stopped playing. 'The b*****d,' she thought, 'he can go burn in hell for all I care. Alice, poor Alice...' "Alice, how long will you be staying here? I don't think it's a good idea for you to go back to Tristian house. Especially if he's reminding you of your father." Alice's sniffs continued along with the tears. The tears would run down the poor girl's face and land in a small pool of water on Alex's jeans. It took a while for Alice to stop crying, but when she did, there were two water marks one the jeans she was crying on not too long ago. "Lets head back to the room and you can rest there, ok?" Alexis said, "We can play video games or just talk to get your mind off things. There's no need to dwell in the past right now. Even if some of it only happened recently. We need to get you to move on." She coaxed her friend into standing up, and together, they walked back to Alex's room. The two sat on the bed for a while before Alex got up and pulled out some junk food from the drawers. Chips and gummies were tossed onto the bed. A few accidently hit Alice, but she only laughed. Alex smiled thinking, 'She'll slowly cheer up.' "I"ll be right back; I promise." The teenage girl left the room only to jog downstairs.
When she got downstairs, she opened up the freezer and pulled out two tubs of ice cream. They were pint size tubs of ice cream. One was cookies and cream and the other was Alice's favorite since the two were little. Smiling, Alexis grabbed two spoons and the tubs before sprinting back upstairs and into her room. She entered the room with the sweets behind her back. "Guess what I grabbed," Alexis said smiling like the chessire cat. The two bins were revealed along with the spoons. Alice was handed her favorite and a spoon. Alex kept the cookies and cream in her hand as she went over to her desk to take a seat in the chair. "So what do you want to do?" she asked. "Though there isn't much we can do. It's all up to you."...and learn to fly Sorry, roses, but Mr. Crazy-person-who-can't-write-properly decided he'd "promote me to crew so he could message me that I have to post so that he could continue the story line, though i don't know how. Especially since I have know idea what the plot is suppose to be. hehe whoops, I guess I wasn't suppose to say that. Oh well, yeah, you can tell I wasn't in the mood for writting, right? The spellings aren't right nor is the grammar for that matter. I know I know, but oh well, too tired. Have fun!!! and Happy late Christmas!
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 4:06 pm
Take my handTaking the time to catch her breath as Alex spoke to her Alice softly answered, "I don't know, I might just end up moving into the dorms..." she mumbled softly, though she hated the idea of staying and sleeping so close to the hospital. "I don't want to be there, and I don't want to be at Tristan's place... Drinking... How could he?" she had demanded from her friend rather than just simply asking. It was almost as if her older brother had betrayed her and Mark. It was a wonder how Mark did not kill Tristan as well, Mark had already been on edge since Tristan had scolded him for burning down the house. Hopefully, Mark was not on his way back to the apartment complex so that he could burn the entire thing down along with Tristan and his empty bottles of beer and alcohol along with it. To watch it being consumed within the flames must be a beautiful and spectacular sight. With those bottles in the fridge and the empty bottles with just a bit left within them just laying about the house, it would have been easy to set the house on fire just like he did to their childhood house. It was a rather interesting idea now that she had thought deeply about it. Finishing off her tears with a defining sniff, she wiped her eyes and looked up at her friend, standing up as Alex coaxed her. Plopping down onto the bed as junk food flew from the drawer onto the bed, Alice's eyes followed the food from the drawer and onto the bed. Twitching as one hit her, her blank expression cracked just a bit with a small smile. As another bag landed onto her lap, she laughed, it was a bag of mini gummy bears, she had always thought that they were cute and adorable, and now they were trying to attack her just like the rest of the world. But then the next thing that flew at her were gummy worms. How interesting.
"okay" Alice chirped as her friend left to go down the stairs for something. She was entertaining herself with trying to juggle the packets of Miniature Kit Kats and when she failed miserably, her friend reappeared back up the stairs. "Uhm... I don't know... Cake?" she questioned as the object behind her friend's back was revealed. Eying the containers in her friend's hands with great interest, she perked up even more than possible. In her friend's hand was Cookies and Cream, but in the other hand was one of her favorite ice cream flavors, it was one of those rainbow colored ice cream pints. Those were good for any mood and it would always brighten up her day just because of the intensity of the brightness of the colors. "Ohh Thank you so much!" she squealed with a delighted smile as she took the pint from Alex's hand. Bouncing up and down on the bed for a few moments as the adrenaline from receiving such of a potent object eased off, she smile before opening the lid and carefully placing it aside before taking one huge spoonful of the ice cream and shoving it into her mouth. After letting the flavors melt into her mouth she showed Alex a toothy grin. "You always know how to brighten my day." she said, scraping off the top of the ice cream now, instead of taking large spoonfuls, and then slowly eating the ice cream instead of vigorously shoving it into her mouth.And fly away. Pulling into the parking lot of the shooting range, Mark reflected on his driving, he had nearly ran down a few people, including a woman jogging at with her child this last at night. What idiots. Who jogged out in the middle of the night while pushing a stroller? Who did that and did not even look at the street they were crossing and were so full of themselves that they believed that car would automatically stop for them? And that woman had even cussed him out. Idiots. The world was full of them. There was so much to think about. Alice. She would be fine where she was. Tristan however, just fell short of being killed. He had seen the expression on Tristan's face as he drank that bottle. Calm and relaxed, as if there was nothing to it, and then Alice's expression. The expression of sheer horror of the very act, slamming his car door shut, anger cursed through him as he remembered Tristan with his beer bottle. What other habits of their father was he going to pick up next? Raping their sister. What joy. Pulling out a briefcase from his car, he slammed the trunk shut as he walked into the range. The man at the counter did not ever look up as he waved Mark by. "Moving targets this time." Mark said, as he went to his spot and pulled out a regular handgun. Forget this place, for we'll never come back.
.: The plot is the vampire story... We're just a side plot I suppose... Hmm I keep on forgetting that I'm on crew... I'm never in the mood for writing anymore... Everything is becoming monotonous. I kind of miss school... -_-; Gave me a reason to role-play. School=Work=Procrastination=Role-playing. Sometimes, my logic doesn't really work out does it? ... I'm sick of role-playing where I give a lot and I receive close to nien in return. (Not you). Hmm I guess I'm just getting sick of it after a couple of years. :.
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