Close Every Door [Rayne/open]

[Murphy]

Dominic Rosenfeld



Close every door to me
Hide all the world from me
Bar all the windows and shut out the light
Do what you want with me
Hate me and laugh at me
Darken my daytime and torture my night

The full harvest moon hung low in the sky, its surface painted a rustic-orange. The light reflecting off the plant lit up the forest below with a haunting dull light which was occasionally illuminated by fireflies. The night sky was dotted with bright stars, each twinkling with their own light, though some were overpowered by the bright moon. A harmonious sound of crickets and other night critters made their presence known.

If my life were important
I would ask will I live or die
But I know the answers lie far from this world

A dark figure tore through the woods, finger-like tree branches and underbrush clawing at the boy as he ran furiously, feet pounding hard against the damp ground. His breath was coming in quick, sporadic patterns, his bloodshot eyes wide and with a demented glow in them. He forced his way through the branches, ignoring the pricks and stings he was receiving. The darkness wasn't making it any easier, either, despite how bright it was. He found himself constantly tripping over exposed roots and thick underbrush, but never once did he fall -- until the ground literally fell out from underneath his feet.

The boy tumbled down the unexpected hill, wincing and yelping as he hit seemingly invisible rocks, sticks, and other underbrush items. Upon crashing onto flat ground, the boy hissed slurred curses, putting his hands to either side of his torso and pushing himself off the ground, shaking his head.

You can't get rid of me that easily.

The boy quickly rose to his feet, staggering a few steps and clamping his hands tightly onto his head, scraping his nails against his scalp and grinding his teeth.

"I'll...... I'll find a way, sooner or later.... I'll get rid of you once and for all!"

The boy's voice rose to a furious shout as he sank lower towards the ground, every muscle in his body tensing. He had to relieve all this built up stress.... but how? He had already tried running, but that didn't help -- a thought suddenly struck him.

"I'll try it."

Just give me a number instead of my name
Forget all about me and let me decay

It worked out somewhat well that the boy had ended up in a small meadow, simply because it gave him enough room to thrash around, but in the middle of the tall weeds was a single weeping willow tree. Even though a psychopathic smirk never showed on his face, it was evident in his dark eyes. The boy took his hands off his head, taking off running as fast as he could towards the tree.

Don't do it. You'll regret it.

The boy overpowered the voice by emitting a guttural, unearthly hiss-like growl as he tore through the tall grass, lowering his head at the last moment so that he collided harshly into the tree trunk. A harrowing pain erupted in his head, causing him to collapse almost immediately after crashing into the tree. His world was in a frenzy, spinning and twisting and turning at awkward angles. Not a single thought in his mind came straight, and as he forced himself to try to stand, he merely staggered sideways a few quick steps before tripping and falling onto the ground once more.

I'm still here, you moron.

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Despite the massive headache that was plaguing him, he slammed his fist into the damp earth, bellowing foul curses. He turned so that he was on his hands and knees, forehead resting on his forearm. A warm, thick liquid was running down his face from his hairline, though he ignored it. If it was his own blood being spilled, it wasn't worth anything.

"You'll go to hell.... you'll go to hell..."

The deranged boy chanted in a hissing voice, shifting to try to relieve the mounting pressure in his head.

And if I go to hell, you'll be coming with me.
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Close every door to me keep those I love from me
Children of Israel are never alone
For we know we shall find our own peace of mind
For we have been promised a land of our own

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[Rayne]

B L Y T H E

' and the world comes crashing down.

I let out a choked gasp, my breath clouding the night air. My heart continued it's mad rabbit drumming as I frantically barreled my way through the darkened forest. Branches lashed out at my face, each one leaving a bright streak of red. Like war paint.

Mom was worse today. Completely out of it. Ever since Dad... my thoat closed up. I felt my foot catch on an upturfed root. My body pitched forward. I felt my hands hit the ground seconds after my knees struck the pebble strewn path. A yelp of pain was torn from my raw throat leaving me breathless. My hands stung and I screwed my eyes shut against the pain.

My body dropped sideways to the ground, my hands cradled to my chest. I strained against the sobs that threatened to rack my body. Stupid. Stupid. I was so damn stupid. I shouldnt have said that. Shouldnt have brought up Dad. A whimper whistled out from between my teeth. Just so stupid.

I jerked out from my fetal position on the ground when a loud thump echoed from the near by meadow. I tugged myself upright using the grass to my right as a lever. My knees throbbed with each heartbeat. Dark purple bruises were already starting to form. I glanced down at my hands and winced. Little rivets of blood trailed down towards my wrist. Bits and pieces of gravel were embeded in each palm.

A series of mumbled curses rose from the clearing, which brought me stumbling to my feet. Someone else was out here. How far away from District Nine had I gone? My fingers fumbled at my back, instincively reaching for the weapons that always adorned my physique. I realized belately that I'd left them in my room in my haste to leave the house.

I steeled myself. I wasnt some weakling District Resident. Even without my weapons I could come out of a fight alive. I limped forward using my forearms and the trees to support my body and take some weight off of my injured knees. The clearing appeared all to soon, and I jerked to a halt before entering the open space.

A boy was sitting in the clearing on his hands and knees. His head rested on his forearm and the strange hissing noise seemed to be emanating from him. I took a tentative step forward my knees shaking. Who..? I stumbled over the word my mind blank.

"Uh..."

I dropped forward onto my knees my gaze locked on his head. The only glimpse I could catch of his face was fleeting. A stream of blood was coursing down from his hairline. My voice failed to work. I opened my mouth in an attempt to speak before snapping it shut. Who was I kidding. He didnt want be around. Obviously this kid was going through something bad if not worse then I was. He was looking for solitude. Not someone to spill his guts to and hope they understand. I dropped my head into my hands. Hah, what a failure I was. Poor Mom.

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( Puppet: ) Blythe
( Comments: ) Jeebus that sucked O.o I didnt know I was so out of pratice. It's been a couple months since I actually posted.
( Muse: ) So-so
( Music: ) None
( Tagged: ) Murphy
( Word Count: ) 514

[Murphy]

A step. That was all he had heard to make him lift his gaze, spotting a girl on her knees in front of him. She looked beaten and worn in the moonlight, though the leaves from the willow tree had cast a faint shadow across her. She had then dropped her head into her hands, which left him wondering. What had happened to her? Did she hear voices, too? Was her mental state as fragile as his was?

When will you figure out that there's no one who can help you? You're completely alone -- totally, utterly alone. No one understands you, you pathetic wretch.

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Almost instantly, the boy's eyes shut tightly and he thrust his forehead back onto his forearm, his body shifting backwards slightly.

"Stop it! Just stop it!"

He cried forsakenly, his voice growing hoarse from all the built up stress and anger that was swelling inside of him. He wanted desperately to get rid of the one thing that had been torturing him since the day he had been born. So many times he had tried to wound himself in an effort to free his mind, but never once had it worked. The boy growled, frustrated to the point where he knew he was going to boil over.

"Do you know what it's like...... what it's like to try running away from something you can't escape?"

He asked in a quiet, hurt voice as he raised his head. His bloodshot eyes were were searching her face for some sort of answer -- some sort of outlet that would allow him to escape the demon trapped inside his head. Drops of blood continued to streak down the right side of his face, though he paid no heed to it.

"And not only that, but.... do you live with regrets? Do you wish you could go back and time and stop yourself from doing something so morbid, something so..... so psychopathic, that other people always hold it over your head...?"




Angels of Mercy


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[Rayne]

B L Y T H E

' and the world comes crashing down.

A slight shift in position told me that he had noticed my presence. I raised my head enough so that I could peek at him over my fingertips. His forehead still rested on his arm, his body leaning back a fraction. The voice that cried out was rough and hoarse. He was telling it to stop. Telling what to stop? I leaned backward, shifting some of my weight off of my throbbing knees. An animal like growl echoed the clearing. It sent shivers rushing down my spine. A low whimper caught in my throat.

What was wrong with him? Something so bad that he was forced to injure himself to attempt to make it stop? I rocked forward onto my knees once more, dragging my hands away from my face. I placed each blood streaked palm on the ground before my knees. The whimper rose until it streamed out of my throat a low, almost silent keening.

His words hit too close to home. A sob shook my body but I remained silent. Still the whimper continued, the only audible sign of the pain that wracked my body. I raised my gaze to his. His eyes, bloodshot and red, combed my face, searching for an answer I wasn't sure I could give. Red rivers streaked down his face, before dropping like rain to the ground. Bloody rain.

"I killed him."

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The whisper spilled from my mouth, my wide eyes locked onto his bloodshot ones. Whatever he was going through. His pain matched mine. I lurched forward, my hands shoving off of the ground as I rose. I stumbled a few steps closer the the boy before collapsing back onto my knees once more.

"I killed him."[/b]

The whisper was stronger this time. My eyes, my cursed witch eyes, traveled along his face, moving up towards his hairline. Tentatively, I reached my bloody hand forward, towards his head. My other palm braced against the ground as I leaned closer to the boy. I hesitated inches from his forehead. What was I doing? This was a stranger. I didnt even know his name...but I knew some of his pain. The pain that chewed a hole in my heart each time I woke up. I'd never forget it. Even if no one held it over me...I held it over my own head. It was my fault.

"I. Killed. Him."[/b]

Dad. I'm so sorry. It was accident. I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry. So sorry. I'll never forgive myself. Never. I wish you were still here. I didn't mean to. Dad....I'm so sorry.

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( Puppet: ) Blythe
( Comments: ) That was a little better xD. I love how my charras have minds of their own.
( Muse: ) Okay
( Music: ) Angels of Mercy xD
( Tagged: ) Murphy
( Word Count: ) 423
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[Murphy]

((I guess they're in the same boat for murdering. xD ))




"I killed him."

They boy's eyes never widened; the only change his facial expression made turned dull. 'So I'm not the only one who killed someone....' He thought. Sure, he knew that there were other murderers in the world, but who would kill their own father? He certainly had. Who had this girl killed? It must have been someone important to get her this upset.

"I killed someone, too.... a long time ago...."

His seemingly calm bloodshot eyes raised their gaze to see the girl's red-stained hand reach towards him, stopping mere inches from his forehead. He didn't speak, didn't blink -- the only movement he gave was from his breathing. She seemed in such distress that it was bothering him; he wanted to hug her and let her know that he knew exactly what she was going through. But he couldn't. If he hugged her, it might make his fragile mental state collapse for no reason. He didn't want to end up the murderer of two innocent people.

"I murdered my own father. Who did you kill?"

It was a dumb question, really. There was no need to bring up a subject like that, but he was curious. The boy slowly put his hands on the ground, pushing himself up so he was sitting upright, facing the stranger as the blood continued to roll down the right side of his face. Not once did he take his gaze off of her.



((Fail post. Dx My muse for Dominic today is dead...))

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[Rayne]

B L Y T H E

' and the world comes crashing down.

I froze my hand shaking as I watched him. The rise and fall of his chest was the only movement he made. The creatures of the night went quite, almost as if they were all holding their breath. My gasping lungs expanded desperately trying to draw in as much air as possible. I shivered once more, the shudder racing down each arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

His mouth opened but I was so absorbed in his bloodshot eyes that I missed what he had said. I swallowed and stretched my hand the last few inches towards his head. I felt my fingers brush against something soft. His hair. His next words struck at the hole in my heart.

"I murdered my own father. Who did you kill?"

I froze the fingers of my left hand tangled in his hair. Dad.I wasn't the only one. I choked a sob out. God I was so stupid. Of course there were others out there who had the same troubles as me. Here I was acting like a total idiot in front of someone who had way more problems then I probably had. I just couldn't help it. Sometimes the hurt took me by surprise. All I could do was curl up and pray that it passed quickly.

"My dad. Oh God dad. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."

I shook my head back and forth, my hair stinging my eyes as it whipped across my face. No. Its all my fault. Mom. Poor lonely Mom. I wish I could help her. I just made everything worse. I looked back up at him, surprised to see my fingers still tangled in his hair.

"I'm sorry."

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( Puppet: ) Blythe
( Comments: ) Lalala. Blythe is so weird xD Look Dad murders!
( Muse: ) Okay
( Music: ) None
( Tagged: ) Murphy
( Word Count: ) 279

[Murphy]

The boy remained eerily still as her fingers began to entwine with his black hair. His eyes watched her steadily, emotionally staunch until a single word struck him like a bullet in the chest: Dad. For a moment he stopped breathing, eyes wide in utter shock.

The sob that rocked her body caught the boy off guard, tearing him apart on the inside. Certainly murdering his own father was overwhelmingly enough for him, but to know that another person had done the same thing and to watch them emotionally break down.... it was too much for the schizophrenic to bear.

She's a psychopathic wretch -- just like you.

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The boy cringed visibly at the voice's comment, his eyes shutting tightly as he ground his teeth, hissing lowly.

"No, you're wrong.... she's not a psychopathic wretch..."

Feeling the hand on his head moving, he opened his eyes and raised his gaze, seeing the girl shaking her head. He could feel hot tears stinging as they welled in his eyes, threatening to spill over and mix with the blood trails. No one had ever come to his aid whenever he was emotionally destroyed -- no one came to help the untouchable. And yet, here was a girl who had gone through the same thing: killing someone they loved. It brought a fresh wave of agony upon him, causing the tears to fall down his face like rain. Without a second thought, the boy reached out and put his arms around her in a comforting manner.

Just because you feel sympathy for her doesn't mean that it'll change the past. Suck it up, runt.

Inwardly cringing, the schizophrenic tightened his embrace on her, though not to an unbearable point. He wanted to protect her from whatever it was that was haunting her -- to chase away the nightmares and replace them with more delightful feelings -- but he knew that was impossible. It was like telling the moon and the sun to switch places, or changing the color of the sky on a clear day. Nothing could be done about it.

"I'm s-so sorry...."


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[Rayne]

B L Y T H E

' and the world comes crashing down.

I blinked. Wait. Was that tears I saw streaking the blood on his face? Was he... crying? For me? I felt my throat close up once more. I shouldn't be here. Here I was throwing my burdens onto someone else's shoulders. What kind of cruel, heartless person would do such a thing? I stared disgustedly down at my hand, fingers entwined in the boy's hair.

I sickened myself. I was about to pull away from him when another wave of pain crushed down on me. I felt the tears spill over painting my cheeks with trails of wetness. The boy before me looked so utterly sad. He knew what it was like. The pain, and horror. Knowing that you were the cause of someone's death. That blood would forever stain my hands with guilt. I closed my eyes.

I tingle shot through me as I suddenly found myself circled in his arms. His touch was comforting and I leaned forward, my head dropping to his shoulder without another thought. His arms tightened around me. I couldn't hold back the whimper that rose in my throat. He understood my pain. He didn't shy away and attempt to ignore me like Mom did most of the time.

"I'm s-so sorry...."

I blinked my eyes open, my forehead resting on his shoulder. Tears raced down my face and dropped onto the fabric of his shirt soaking it. Embarrassed I lifted my head off of his shoulder. Awkwardly I attempted to swipe the tears off of my cheeks. I probably looked like a mess. I'd spent the night running though the forest only to emotionally break down in front of a complete stranger.

"God. I-I-"

My voice sounded raspy. I stumbled over the words attempting to cover up. I snuffled, my nose stuffy from the tears that flowed down my face faster then I could wipe them away.

"I must seem like a total idiot right now. I'm really sorry."

I stared down at my hands, both of them now rested on either side of my knees. I'm such an idiot.

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( Puppet: ) Blythe
( Comments: ) *squeals* Dominic is so adorable! *squishes Dom*
( Muse: ) Mmm. Okay.
( Music: ) Your Gonna Go Far Kid - Offspring
( Tagged: ) Murphy
( Word Count: ) 340

[Murphy]

The boy could feel her shifting within his embrace, though he knew not what she was doing. He had his eyes shut tightly, his entire body trembling slightly as all his emotions tried to rush at him at once. He felt horribly guilty, furious, and terrified all at once, though he couldn't decipher which emotion went with which action.

Sympathizing with another murderer won't end well. One of you is going to end up dead.

"She's not a murderer. Look at how torn up she is about it... can't you see that?"

He hissed under his breath in response to the invisible voice. His own voice, however, was a lot harsher and more rugged than his emotions would have it at. Sniffing, he loosened his embrace on her, though not completely letting go.

"I must seem like a total idiot right now. I'm really sorry."

The boy opened his eyes to mere slits, just enough to make everything he was seeing blurry in the moonlight. He remained silent for a while, concentrating on nothing but the silence in his head.

"You've got nothing to be sorry about."

He replied in a quiet, hoarse voice.

"As long as you're sorry for what you did.... you don't have to worry about it..... right?"

His question was more of a hopeless statement in desperate search for any reassurance. He had heard a long time ago that if you were truly sorry for your actions, you could be forgiven -- but by who, though, he didn't know. This girl seemed so torn up about the murder she had committed that it honestly would be a shame if she wasn't forgiven.

"You'll be forgiven...."

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[Rayne]

B L Y T H E

' and the world comes crashing down.

I felt his arms loosen around me, although he didn't completely let go. I was glad of that. I'm not sure I can hold myself together anymore. My vision field narrowed, all I could see was the smooth fabric that stretched over the boy's shoulder and the curve of his neck off to the right. I stifled a yawn. I hated crying. It always wore me out.

"You'll be forgiven...."

His words echoed in my ears, bouncing around my head. Would I ever be forgiven? Dad might have forgiven me. Mom as well. No. I wouldn't be. Dad is dead because of me. For that, I'll never forgive myself.

"I don't think so."

I whispered my voice copying his hoarse, rasping tone. I may not be forgiven, but who's to say that he must suffer the same fate? Does he hold it over his head as well? Does he drive each nail further into his own coffin? I shivered.

"I..I don't know what exactly your up against...but..."

I sighed. Words are so difficult. I dropped my forehead back down to rest on his shoulder.

"There are people out there who feel the same way. Your...god, this sounds stupid...but your not alone."

I bit the side of my cheek , squeezing my eyes shut. Thank god he couldn't see my face. I just, wanted to return the favor. He was there when I broke down, I just wanted to explain that, he's not the only one with skeletons in his closet.

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( Puppet: ) Blythe
( Comments: ) This post sucked xD
( Muse: ) Okay.
( Music: ) None
( Tagged: ) Murphy
( Word Count: ) 242

[Murphy]

"I don't think so."

Now do you see? Psychopathic killers like you are never forgiven. They avoid you and treat you like some kind of contagious disease. No one will forgive you except the dirt that you will lay dead on.

The boy cringed, slightly tightening his embrace on her. He felt as though he were being abnormally clingy on her, but he convinced himself otherwise. He had finally found someone who understood the ghosts that tortured his nights and haunted his days. The warmth of her against him kept his mind from slipping into such a destroyed state that he surely would have done much more damage to himself than a simply head injury. She had become his lifeline, whether she knew it or not.

"I..I don't know what exactly your up against...but..."

He shook his head ever so slightly, responding in a defeated, raspy voice.

"You have no idea...."

Was there a voice in her head, too? The schizophrenic didn't really want to pin everything on himself, claiming his life had more hardships and burdens to bear, but he hoped with every fiber of his being that she wasn't enduring the same thing he was. It was hellish enough to know he was alone -- so eerily alone -- with his mental disorder, but to know someone else had the same troubles angered him. Who would put people through such unavoidable torture? Someone heartless, for sure.

"There are people out there who feel the same way. Your...god, this sounds stupid...but your not alone."

"Do you..... do you hear a voice, too? A voice in your head that you can't get to ever be quiet....?"

He opened his bloodshot eyes wider, the tears streaking down his bloody face lessening. Using one of his hands, he softly began rubbing her back in a slow, comforting manner, hoping to ease her pain. His body continued to subtly shiver, though for reasons unknown to him. The boy wasn't cold, or mourning, or sobbing.... he was terrified -- suddenly utterly terrified for the girl.





Child of the Troubles




((Blehk, bad post. Dx ))

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[Rayne]

B L Y T H E

' and the world comes crashing down.

I pulled my head up off of his shoulder once more. The moon was on the descent. Dawn wasn't far off now. Mom will be worrying where I've gotten to. I sighed and shifted slightly, leaning closer to the boy. I didn't even know his name. It was strange. Part of my mind was telling me to leave. To get away from here and all of the volatile emotions that condensed in the air like tangent winds. The other, more stronger half, urged me to stay. To stay for the boy who shuddered along next to me. Who's hand was currently tracing circular motions on my back in a comforting manner.

"Do you..... do you hear a voice, too? A voice in your head that you can't get to ever be quiet....?"

A..voice? Is that what bothered him endlessly? I leaned backwards enough so that I could look him in the eye, but not far enough away to break contact with the boy.

"Is that what you have? A voice?"

I shook my head slightly and tapped the side of my forehead with my index finger.

"The only voice in here, is my own telling me that I'm just a stupid insignificant girl from District Nine. Who doesn't know what's going on in her screwed up life."

I watched his face for a reaction of any kind. Would he think that I didn't understand and leave? I felt...I don't know. I felt like if he left, I wouldn't see him ever again. For some reason, that cut a hole in my chest. Finally someone who understands me and he might think I'm a freak and leave me stranded out here. I blinked rapidly, turning my gaze down to the ground. He was going to leave. He was going to pull away and leave me alone.

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( Puppet: ) Blythe
( Comments: ) Ugh. This was one horrible post
( Muse: ) Okay.
( Music: ) Kristy Are You Doing Ok? - Offspring aand It's Gonna Be Love - Mandy Moore
( Tagged: ) Murphy
( Word Count: ) 303

[Murphy]

"Is that what you have? A voice?"

The boy nodded slightly, watching her as she pulled away so she could see his face.

"No one's ever really told me exactly what the voice is or why it's stuck in my head, but I know I'm insane...."

"The only voice in here, is my own telling me that I'm just a stupid insignificant girl from District Nine. Who doesn't know what's going on in her screwed up life."

"You're not stupid and insignificant. You know why?"

The boy looked into her eyes, recognizing the whirring emotions behind them. He had felt the exact same way, oh-so many times ever since he had been forced to live on his own. Thoughts like 'Why do I deserve to live since I stole my own father's life?', 'What else do I have to live for?', 'I could just walk right into the kitchen, take a knife, and end it all -- right here, right now.' frequently passed through his mind, and each were given quite a bit of thought. More than once had he scolded himself for being stupid and insignificant in the grand scheme of things, and questions like 'What's even my purpose here on Earth?' slid across his mind unanswered. But this girl, who he held in an embrace, gave him hope. Maybe there was a reason for a psychopathic schizophrenic on this Earth.... but then again, maybe there wasn't. Maybe all that filled him was false hopes, wanting desperately to cling to the slightest thing that would prove his thoughts wrong.

Despite all that, the desperation was what had saved him. The moment he had realized he had something majorly in common with her, it hit him that maybe there was a reason for his existence. Hopefully.

"You saved my life."







For The Widows In Paradise

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[Rayne]

B L Y T H E

' and the world comes crashing down.

I broke away from looking at him face to lean my head back. The night sky stretched for miles above us. The stars swept across the inky black expanse, like little twinkling dots. Compared to those stars, our lives were insignificant. We were merely specks of dust in this world. There is that saying, "Everyone has a purpose" or whatever it says. I guess that's true we just have a hard time figuring out what exactly the purpose is.

"You saved my life."

My gaze jerked down back to him, surprise widening my blue eyes. I..saved his life? I'm pretty sure it might be the exact opposite. I've been searching for months for something tangible. Something I could grasp onto. I was drowning, floundering about looking for a float to hold onto. I cocked my head slightly to the side.

"I think...I think you've saved mine."

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I turned to look back up at the sky, too embarrassed to continue looking at him.

"For the longest time, I've felt like I was drowning. Like I couldnt hold my head above the water. Now, for once in my life since...since...well I feel like there's hope. That I'm not going to drown."[/color]

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( Puppet: ) Blythe
( Comments: ) Stinky postt xD
( Muse: ) okay
( Music: ) None
( Tagged: ) Murphy
( Word Count: ) 195 O.o wow thats short
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[Murphy]

"I think...I think you've saved mine. For the longest time, I've felt like I was drowning. Like I couldn't hold my head above the water. Now, for once in my life since...since...well I feel like there's hope. That I'm not going to drown."

So that was how she felt. And it was exactly the same way he felt. They were in the same boat, he figured, about having found someone that they could easily relate to -- as if this spontaneous meeting was a direct intervention from a higher authority, or something along those lines. The boy fallowed her gaze to the stars, mentally debating with himself what he should say to her comment.

"I guess it's a good thing we found each other, then...."

He said in a quiet voice, almost as though if he were to speak any louder he'd break the precious melodies of the nocturnal animals. Lowering his gaze, he hesitated a moment, but eventually he released his embrace on her. The warmth he had felt on his skin vanished into the chill of the night, though he was still quite content with where he was by her side.

The boy looked down, sniffing and clearing his throat, eyes downcast.

"My name is Dominic, by the way."

He said after moments of silence, raising the gaze of his bloodshot eyes to see her face.






((Gahh, fail post. Dx *dies* ))

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