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Post by cassidy on Aug 25, 2011 18:00:18 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 776 ( TAGGED ) COLBY ( OUTFIT ) HERE
Cassidy lay in bed with the covers over her head. It was the same nightmare she had had for the last year. First she would see her ex Colby with a bright smile on his face as he came to her and embraced her in a hug. She could feel happiness overwhelm her, absolutely flood her emotions. And then he was gone. He disappeared like he was just a figment of her imagination. She felt alone and scared without him. Finally she woke up in a sweat. Cassidy threw the covers over her head and shut her eyes desperately trying to forget about him. It always ended the same, but she still hated it. She wished anything else would come to her mind when she slept, but no. it had to be Colby. Always.
After an hour of sitting in bed wide awake, she decided she had to get up. She wondered around her apartment at first, cleaned her bathroom. Then she went to her already immaculate closet, and riffled through clothes she never wore. She threw them in a pile and bagged them up. She took them into the living room and threw them on her little couch and went into the kitchen. She washed the two dirty dishes she had used from dinner and leaned on the counter. Now she had nothing to do and she was more awake than ever. She huffed out a long annoyed sigh, and walked back to her room. Cassidy threw off her oversized t-shirt that she used as pajamas, and threw on a pair of jean shorts and a loose Nirvana tank top. Out of habit, she put in a pair of earrings, just anchor studs. Then she threw on socks and a pair of army boots.
Cassidy opened the door and quietly closed it behind her. She began down the stairs quickly, wanting to get away from her apartment as quickly as she could. She didn’t know why, but it had a weird feeling to it tonight, like something was there. She figured it was nothing to worry about, and she thought she should stop being so stupid sometimes.
Cassidy walked down the street with her hands loosely by her sides. She made sure she had her phone with her in case anything should happen. Not that a simple cell phone would help her if something horrible came after her. There might be vampires or werewolves out of something that could easily snatch her up and feed on her. Thinking about that gave her the chills. She looked around the streets and didn’t see anything, but she felt like something was following her. Cassidy saw a creepy house up ahead. The windows were busted and it seemed like it had been empty since it was built.
She looked behind her, but didn’t see anything. When she turned her head to look straight ahead, she heard a loud crash. Cassidy didn’t hesitate breaking into an instant run. She ran for the old house, even though she would probably have been safer out on the streets. She just wanted to get the hell away from whatever was lurking and creeping on her.
She flew inside and slammed the door shut. She sighed and tuned to look into the dark old house. She could see cobwebs all around the house. It was creepy, but didn’t seem too awful. There was a wooden staircase off to the right, so she figured she would go up instead of being down here by the door. Cassidy could see this place being in a scary movie. And going upstairs would probably get her killed, but it seemed like a better idea than being down here.
She walked upstairs and saw a room where an old piano sat. “Holy shit, no way.” She said with a smile. She ran around the piano to sit behind it and lightly played every note to see if it was properly tuned. And it was. She did a little dance to herself and softly played the notes of one of her favorite songs she had written. She closed her eyes as she played and drifted into the music.
Suddenly she heard a door creek open. She stopped playing and looked to the door where she had earlier entered and could see the staircase. Cassidy silently stood up and walked over to the small closet. She heard footsteps coming up the staircase slowly. Her heart was beating in her throat at a hundred miles an hour, and her mouth went dry. She knew she was going to die now. Why couldn’t she have just stayed home like a sensible person?
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Post by colbymontgomery on Sept 3, 2011 4:04:39 GMT
 AND YOU KNOW IT'S HAUNTING,
but compared to your eyes,
NOTHING SHINES QUITE AS BRIGHT;Two years, four months, and seventeen days. That was how long it had been since he'd seen her. To a human, it was a rather long time. To him, it should have passed like weeks. But it didn't. Each of those 20,856 hours felt like days. Each day had felt like a month. Yet after all this time, he could see her leaving like a movie in his head. He could see the shock, the sick, disgusted look on her face, the absolute horror at what he was. And he could see her walking out the door.
And it hurt all over again.
It was more than just sadness- it was more than misery. It was physical pain, a hollow ache in his chest, nausea in his gut. He hated himself for ever saying anything, and he couldn't hate her for leaving, no matter how hard he tried. He wanted to hate her. He wanted to blame her. To be able to blame someone other than himself. Because if he could hate her, he could forget her.
He'd tried to forget her. He'd tried to drink it away, but it only lasted so long. He'd tried to sleep long enough to stop thinking about her. But every time he closed his eyes, she was there, and he felt even worse when he woke up alone.
He'd spent a year and a half drinking and sleeping, and absolutely nothing else. But it couldn't last. He had come back to Manuka only a few months ago, and after desperately searching, he'd found her.
He'd found his angel, his saving grace, the little piece of perfection in his life.
And so he stood, alone and cold, hands shoved into his pockets, staring up at the dark window above him. He'd found her. But that was all. There wasn't anything he could do. She'd left him. Surely, that was all there was to it.
But a tiny whisper in the back of his mind said to keep some hope. And so he stood, torn between walking away and ringing the bell, just watching the pitch-black window as the streetlight behind him flickered.
Hours passed before a light flicked on above him, a golden glow spilling onto the street. "Cassidy.." he whispered. As though she'd heard his voice, at that very moment, she walked past the window. He turned away, hoping she hadn't seen him, but that glimpse was all he needed. His heart beat a little faster, and he leaned against the lamppost, looking back up at the window, biting his lip with a nervous grin. It was her. It was really, truly her.
He started to walk up to the door, but turned back as he reached the step. She wouldn't want to see him. But what if she did? But it was so late. But she was up anyway! He paced the sidewalk, completely torn, until the light shut off, the street growing darker again. He heard steps on the stairs, and froze in surprise for a moment. Heart pounding, he turned and started to walk off. He'd made it down the block when he heard the thud of thick-soled boots on the cement. She'd followed him? Unintentionally. It had to be utterly accidental. He ducked down an alley and waited until she passed him, looking nervously over her shoulder. He backed further into the shadows, trying to remain unseen, entirely unaware of the big metal trash can behind him. He cringed as it clanged to the ground, and by the time he'd gotten back up from the ground, Cassidy was sprinting down the street to an abandoned old house about a block away. He ran out into the street, watching her with a desperately hopeless expression, and in a moment of idiotic determination, rushed after her as the door of the house slammed shut.
It took him only a minute to reach the broken old gate in front of the house, beginning to recognize his lapse of judgement. She was alone and scared, and almost certainly hated his guts. He shouldn't be doing this. But he couldn't help himself. He slowly walked up the crumbling brick walkway and up the creaking wooden stairs.
As soon as he pushed the door open, he heard a soft melody coming from the second floor. She still plays piano. he thought with a smile, I guess some things don't change. He walked lightly up the stairs, trying not to frighten her any more. He followed the melancholy little song to a room just across the hall from the top of the stairs, and slowly pushed the door open, only to see her staring, wide-eyed and colorless, at the door. He lowered his eyes, guilt gnawing away at him.
"I'm so sorry.."
AND WHEN WE LOOK TO THE SKY,
it's not mine,
BUT I WANT IT SO. [/font][/center] words: 790! and guess who gave up on writing tis bitch first!?
outfit: pshaww. you know me better than that XD
notes: wooooo! finally got this donnne! :D so.. i'm totally rockin some mayday parade right now. |
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Post by cassidy on Sept 7, 2011 2:06:43 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 668 ( TAGGED ) COLBY ( OUTFIT ) HERE
Cassidy was actually frightened of the supernatural world. At first she couldn’t really believe it was true. Seriously who would believe in demons, witches and werewolves, and vampires. They were all fictional characters. Except, they really weren’t. All of the tales she had been told when she was just a toddler were actually true. There really was a world out there that she still had yet to fully comprehend. It was all too much information to wrap her head around. The fact that she was living in a world filled with species other than humans was weird to her. It was always in the back of her mind that someone, anyone she met could be a nonhuman. And for that matter, someone she slept with could be one, too. God, she couldn’t even think about that right now. She didn’t want to think about having sex right now. It was kind of depressing thinking about it because she only wanted to be alone for the moment.
Except she was now not alone. The footsteps coming from downstairs had reached the top. She had never been so frightened in her entire life. Her heart was in her chest and it was beating thrice the normal speed. Her breathing was fast and hollow. Finally the door opened. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists trying to think of something less horrible than the monster that was opening the creaky door. She held her breath ready to die.
Just then a very familiar voice whispered. Her face went blank and she slowly opened her eyes. She blinked not believing it could really be him. The one that had told her all about the supernatural world. The one that had told her that he himself was a demon. Her stomach dropped from her throat to her stomach and she had never been so… happy? Scared? Angry? She didn’t even know. But there he was. Standing there in front of her with those sad puppy dog eyes. She felt tears sting her own as she stood there just looking at him. she didn’t know what to do. Should she be cold and distant? Should she rush to him and hug the breath away from his lungs.
Cassidy had never felt more awkward. She stood there not knowing what to do or what to say. Everything that she had thought to say to him just vanished from her mind. Yes. She had planned on saying some less than nice things to him the next time she had some into contact with him. she simply couldn’t think of anything clever or witty to say. The only thing she could think to say was, “Uh… C-Colby…” she sighed. She was just going to pretend like nothing had ever happened. But it had. There was no denying that. Now she had to face him. Something she knew was bound to happen. But why now? She was just beginning to finally like her life again. She had plenty of friends, plenty of people to… well to fuck when she was bored or lonely. And she finally had stopped thinking so much about Colby. She used to think about him day and night, nonstop. Everything was fine now. But no. He had to come here and ruin everything by being here. Out of nowhere. Why was he here?
Cassidy sighed. “Why are you here?” she asked looking at the ground. She didn’t want to sound so mean, but he had wrecked her. “I mean… What are you doing here? In Manuka? In this house?” she blinked and finally looked into his eyes. Her own were still burning with painful tears. She blinked trying to get rid of them, but only more came. Just seeing him brought back all of the horrible memories of him. She took a few steadying breaths and sighed heavily. Why did she come here? She should have gone somewhere safer. She should’ve gone to one of her friend’s houses. Something. She felt so stupid.
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