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[james moriarty]

((D'aww. So sad. D: Shane should totally see a plane flying over him... Reed's plane...))

"Blaine, man, pull yourself together. Tears don't solve problems, actions do. If you don't want Shane to freaking kill himself, then we'd better go find him." Ethan said firmly, hands in pockets. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.. He wanted to comfort Blaine, but knew he wouldn't be able to.

[angelblaines]

Blaine dryed his eyes, standing up. "Let's go," He said in a gruff tone, not sounding like Blaine. It sounded more like a dark, pained man. He sounded...Angry. Blaine grabbed Kurt and pulled him into his chest, hugging him tightly. Letting him go, he walked swiftly to the doors and to the road, walking up it and screaming Shane's name loudly. He wasn't acting like Blaine at all.

Shane put his hand in his pocket, smiling as his fingers poked into the little blade. Pulling it out, he carfully twirled it in his fingers. "Hello, friend." He whispered, half chuckling. The sky was clear where he stood, the full moon shining brightly down upon him. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out two things- a canvas, and a paintbrush. He began to prick himself, drawing blood and dabbing his brush in it. Then he began to paint. He swirled the brush steadily, humming to himself. First, a nose came to be. Then a jawline, and a neck not soon after. He skillfully shaped the ears, and used elegant twirls to form the hair. The lips were raidiant, a dashing red even using his own blood to paint. And then the eyes. Shane paused, glaring at the painting. What was he doing? He threw the painting away in disgust and glared furiously up at the sky, eyes brimmed with tears. A small dot caught his eye and he fell onto his back holding up a hand and trying to catch the plane in it. He gazed at it and smiled, "I'll never let you go, baby."

[james moriarty]

((That's actually disturbing... But well written. Disturbingly well written...?))

Ethan raised an eyebrow. He knew the Anderson's were stressed, but it seemed beneath Blaine's calm exterior was a whirlwind of emotions. He followed Blaine outside, "Where does Shane usually go when he wants to get away? You said he ran into a forest when he first lost his memory... What is it with you Anderson's and forests?" he mused aloud.

[angelblaines]

((Bwaha. Ikr? OMG. NO. REED NEEDS TO HAVE ACTUALLY NOT GOTTEN ON THE PLANE. HE NEEDS TO HAVE GOTTEN OFF OR SOMETHING, BECAUSE SHANE IS GOING TO TRY THE END IT RIGHT NOW.))

Blaine dropped the hands that were cupped around his mouth and he bit his lip, thinking. "There's no harm in checking," He muttered, walking over to the forest and shouting Shane's name again, "SHANE! SHANE, PLEASE COME BACK!" He gripped his shirt, shaking his head sadly.

Shane heard faint- very faint- yelling. He stood up, blade falling to the ground. His eyes widened and he began to run away from the voice, afraid of the confrontation. He found himself in a ratty part of town, standing outside of...Of a gun shop. He took a shaky breath and walked inside, making his purchase quickly. It was a very black market like shop, so he was asked for no ID, And there was no wait to receive it. Just a simple money exchange. He walked outside, twirling the gun in his hand. He couldn't go on without Reed. So he would have to end it.

((Yeah. Get Reed to meet him at like...Some very emotional spot. Right before he pulls the trigger))
((Or, he pockets the gun and heads back to Windsor, contemplating it for a month or so and hiding it.))

[james moriarty]

((Reed needs his time away, so second one. When he gets back, he's gonna refuse to take Shane back... Shane (<Edit.) should start drinking or doing drugs... And Reed will say, "Shane, what have you done to yourself! I love you, but I'm not going to date someone who's this... Messed up. Get clean, hon."))

Ethan grimaced and followed, running swiftly between the trees, jumping over obstacles. "Shane!" he shouted, then came to a clearing, where a gruesome sight awaited. "Blaine, your brother is majorly ----Ed up." he said, looking at the painting, and the red drops that were all over the ground. Blood. Had to be.

[skyl_er]

Kurt paced, eyes watering. Blaine left. He better be okay but he knew he shouldn't go. Or should he? He wrung his hands nervously, walking up and down the hallway as he tried to think clearly.

(Wow..)

[rheia]

((Yeah, Imma just read through this. Damn, this is more depressing than my actual life. And that's saying something. Oh, and guys; Thanks a lot. Next time I don't do HW I get some [censored] parental alert thing. IT'S CHUR FAUUULT. Seriously, I don't do homework any more because this is too much fun.))

[angelblaines]

Blaine stared at the sight, mortified. That's when he saw him swagger into view. "Shane..." Blaine choked out, dashing forwards and giving him a tight hug.

Shane hugged Blaine back, crying. He had concealed the gun neatly in his pockets. "I just miss him so much..." He sobbed, gasping for air frantically.

((So I'm texting my friend about eating chickens, reading a fanfic about merkurt and blaine, and doing this? AWKWARD EMOTION CHANGES.))

[james moriarty]

((Where is teh squid? Oh... I guess it's my turn...))

Ethan snatched the gleaming silver razor off the ground and put it carefully into his pocket. It would probably be better if Shane didn't have access to anything sharper than a soup spoon. "So, why the forest?" he asked, not really expecting an answer.

[angelblaines]

Shane fell into deeper sobs, And Blaine clutched him close, "Sh, sh, what's wrong?" He asked soothingly, patting Shane's back.

"We...Used to...Come here....And stargaze!" Shane choked out, tears flowing deeply down his face.