The Struggle- Semi-literate- closed

[thingsthatdontexist]

Damian

Room; 3
Age; 18
Wearing; X

Damian was shocked that the boy had really hit him. He was a bit sprung, but came back to realization. He looked at the boy for a quick moment, felt his lip and looked at his hand, seeing blood. Damian let out an angry/sarcastic chuckle. He balled up his fist and through a punch back, trying to tackle the boy along with the punch.

Ryder muttered a quick apology to March as he nudged her aside, but kept going at the boy in front of him. He could feel where Damian's fistconnected with his jaw, but ignored it, adrenaline pumping and felt himself bring damian down with him. Heck, this is practically what he lived for. He had the boy on the ground, but it could have easily been considered a draw given theyhad both thrown around the same amount of hits. He snarled before getting off, wiping his hands on his jeans, but poised for another attack.
(sorry I wasn't on. Overnight traveling)

[frozenmoons]

March Plain. Eighteen. Room One.

I balled my hands into fists, "Ryder, stop!" I tried to push him away but he wouldn't move. I almost got punched in the jaw by someone and I backed away quickly, leaning against the hallway wall. suddenly, both of the boys turned into my father and brother. but my brother wasn't fighting back. he was sitting an crying. my throat closes in and I choke on my breath for a moment, "stop!" I shriek, and fall to the floor, covering my face with my hands and try to stop myself from crying.

[JDDracula]

Damian

Room; 3
Age; 18
Wearing; X

Damian was being thrown around just as much as Ryder was. He was about to give Ryder another blow to the face until he heard his baby crying. Probably from all the loud noises. Then he looked at the girl drop to the floor and put his fist down. He used his jacket to wipe blood from his mouth. He gave Ryder a dirty look before grabbing ahold of the stroller and making his way to the elevator. He pushed level 3. Once he got off the elevator he went to his room and sat on his bed. He needed a smoke.

[.m i n y o o n g i]

Dakota Lyric|17|Talking to Nicolas|No one|Room 4

''This is a cool place'' she grinned ''Why did you bring me up here?" she asked and whistled and Diesel didn't do anything just barked at them a few times. Dakota did a small laugh and grinned at Nic and looked down at the ground then at the sky ''Oh the sky looks cool'' she pointed to it. she glanced back at the ground and took a deep breath to try and stay calm. she scooted back more and put her knees up and hugged them.

[thingsthatdontexist]

Ryder snorted indignantly, but watched the boy take his stroller. He looked at March and let out a shaky sigh. Ryder made his way to the wall and leaned against it, throwing his head back into the wall. he felt blood trickling down his chin, but didn't wipe it away. Instead, he buried his face in his hands. "Geez, this is why I'm here. I always do this," He said talking to himself. He didn't regret it on the streets, but he sure did now. Once he hit that revelation point, he sat against the wall with his eyes closed in disappointment and anger. He loved to fight; right now he hated himself for it.

[frozenmoons]

March Plain. Eighteen. Room One.

I bit my lip, shaking so hard that it was hard to stand up again. I ended up sitting back down, breathing in shaking breaths. "Ryder, don't turn into my dad." I whispered, "Don't hit me, please...please Ryder..."
I pulled my knees to my chest and put my head in my hands, trying to stop my sob and breath in more, but the memories just kept on filling my brain and all of my thoughts. "Stop, stop, stop..." I whispered to myself, over and over.

[thingsthatdontexist]

Ryder snapped at March "I'm not!" He wasn't really sure what was happening to him. If it was possible to have a frustration attack, it was happening. "I'm not your dad! I'm...me! And I won't hurt you! H*ll no I wouldn't! You're like my little brother. Everyone thinks I would..." He paused, looking at the ground "But I won't," He didn't go near her. He leaned against the wall. Don't freaking cry, idiot. He thought bitterly towards himself. Yet it worked.

[frozenmoons]

March Plain. Eighteen. Room One.

I calmed down, and stared, not at him, but the wall behind him, my breaths occasionally getting caught in my throat. I felt like everything was catching up to me, like my father was going to find me, but I knew he wouldn't deep down, and that kept my from going into one of my more dangerous meltdowns.
I pushed my hair behind my ear, looking down at my feet and listening to the silence.

[thingsthatdontexist]

he stood up abruptly. "I'm a mess. I think we all get it," He said at last, looking back at her. He didn't say sorry, because he wasn't sure whether that was the right word. "Are you okay?" He asked her. he kept still in his spot. He visibly calmed down. He looked at her, watching her carefuly.

[frozenmoons]

March Plain. Eighteen. Room One.

I flinch when he stands up, shaking my head after a moment, "You're not a mess, you're just on the bumpy road of getting better,"
I shrugged lightly, "Don't want to say I'm not fine, but I also don't want to lie to you." I stood up but I stumbled, feeling dizzy, "IT was just a flashback, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked if you would turn into...my dad. It wasn't the right thing to say. I'm really sorry. I don't think when I panic." I wrapped my arms carefully around myself