What Did You Call Me? F R E A K

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"What the heck is happening here?" Rylee demanded as she skidded to a halt around the corner. She had sprinted down the corridor as soon as she heard Andrew's yell.
"You heard him. He's not a freak. Let go of him." Rylee said, her icy gaze trained on the doctor. "I thought you were a doctor. Doctors are supposed to care for their patients, not drag them off in the middle of their recovery to place them in a freaking mental ward."
She clenched her teeth. "And before I rip your other leg off and break your neck with it."

Colin nodded wordlessly, and looked down at the bottles in his hand. He had a few scars on his arms, wrists, hip and chest, but not as many as the girl had, since he forced himself to stop self-harming a couple of years ago already, before it could get worse. But he didn't want to show anyone, because he was afraid. And he admired the girl's courage.
"What's your name?" Colin asked quietly. He knew not to say that he was sorry for her. 'Sorry' could never fix anything - he's been through enough to know that.

{ what time is it in the RP right now? }

[war paint]

"Going down, going down, going down!" Andrew said laughing hysterically as he fell to his knees. Once again mentally unstable.
The doctors let go of him then looked at Rylee "he is a threat to the other patients"

I really don't know o.o}}

[SlendyProxy]

((Is there anyone open at the school also I assumed it was morning as Karren is on the bus to the school))

Karren stood there waiting for the old school bus which smells of sweaty bodies and it wasn't a pleasant smell. The bus arrived to picked Karren up, she sighed a little and paid her fare and sat at the front of the bus she knew is she went to sit at the back someone will start to call her a weirdo or try taking her bag off her, she doesn't want that all over again.

[breath.]

"What the heck is happening here?" Rylee demanded as she skidded to a halt around the corner. She had sprinted down the corridor as soon as she heard Andrew's yell.
"You heard him. He's not a freak. Let go of him." Rylee said, her icy gaze trained on the doctor. "I thought you were a doctor. Doctors are supposed to care for their patients, not drag them off in the middle of their recovery to place them in a freaking mental ward."
She clenched her teeth. "And before I rip your other leg off and break your neck with it."

Colin nodded wordlessly, and looked down at the bottles in his hand. He had a few scars on his arms, wrists, hip and chest, but not as many as the girl had, since he forced himself to stop self-harming a couple of years ago already, before it could get worse. But he didn't want to show anyone, because he was afraid. And he admired the girl's courage.
"What's your name?" Colin asked quietly. He knew not to say that he was sorry for her. 'Sorry' could never fix anything - he's been through enough to know that.

{ what time is it in the RP right now? }

I gritted my teeth as he started at the bottles. I shouldn't have told him. I slouched down on the bed next to him, "Annabel, Annabel Darcy. Call me Darcy or Darce though" I whisper looking at my feet "What's yours?" I look around my bed room, black feature wall, white and red bed spread,it looked like something straight out of a Tim Burton movie. Only one thing in my room has stayed the same for years, the pictures. All over my walls are drawings and photographs all taken or drawn by myself, I didn't know why I was showing him this, but it was to late to turn back.

[(DELETE USER)]

((Is there anyone open at the school also I assumed it was morning as Karren is on the bus to the school))

Karren stood there waiting for the old school bus which smells of sweaty bodies and it wasn't a pleasant smell. The bus arrived to picked Karren up, she sighed a little and paid her fare and sat at the front of the bus she knew is she went to sit at the back someone will start to call her a weirdo or try taking her bag off her, she doesn't want that all over again.

Ellissa is. She's chilling on top of her locker.))

[closet-maverick]

Rylee stared at him, a little concerned. "I'm sure he just needs to rest... don't you have any medication to give him? To help him recover or help him sleep or something?" she asked.

Colin handed the bottles back to her and scratched the back of his neck. "Colin Mccloud." he replied, licking his lips. "I... I've got to go now. You go to Riverwood, right?"

[breath.]

Oh, no. I've scared him off now haven't I? No, no, no. My first chance at a friend and I've scared them off. "Uh, yeah I do" I say considering ways to keep him here and try and make a friend. Suddenly I felt rage over take me. Because I couldn't do it, I just couldn't make friends. I quickly open up one of the containers and down 2 anti depressants dry, "I'll be right back" I almost shout. I run out of my bedroom and into the bathroom, locking the door. I grab my knife the lives in there, still topless, I make a cut, just under my belly button, and oh god it hurt. I started crying and sobbing. I was going so well I hadn't cut for 2 whole weeks. I grabbed some toilet paper to get rid of the blood dripping down my stomach.

[closet-maverick]

Colin stood alone in her room awkwardly, waiting for her to come out. He suddenly heard soft sobs coming from the bathroom. He shifted around awkwardly, eyeing the bathroom door. His phone buzzed.
'Alana: where r u?' Colin read, and quickly typed back a reply. 'nowhere. im coming.'
He didn't know whether he should tell Annabel or not, but he didn't want to interrupt whatever she was doing or make her sad, so he just silently exited out of her house.
When he found his way back to Alana's work, she was already waiting for him in her car.
"Hey Ally!" Colin grinned, hopping into the passenger seat.

[breath.]

After I had bandaged myself up, I walked out of the bathroom, and of course, he was gone. Why? I asked myself why? I went into my room and sat on my bed, grabbed my Sketchpad and started drawing. It was someone walking out a door and looking back. By the time I was finished it was 1 hour later. I got my writing book and started writing a song. I don't know why but I did.

Dark eyes, late nights,
Never sleeping, always weeping,
Hollow hearts, days pass,
Without me thinking, dark thoughts creeping,
Up on me, oh darling baby,
Where are you lately,
In my mind, the worlds gone twisted,
My eyes glistening.
Full of tears, bottle up never come out no,

So, sweet heart, why don't you,
Understand, I've tried to explain,
But you don't feel my pain,
Why can't you try,
To help my mind get better over time,
But you don't know what feels like to finally let go,
Of reality, my twisted mind, counting time

{ by the way I wrote that song sooo yeah }

[closet-maverick]

{ ok.. I'm quite confused... is it still the late afternoon/evening of the first day, or the morning of the second day or something? }