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Post by `kiara cherrystone ;; on Apr 16, 2010 12:42:09 GMT
FRIDAY 12th NOVEMBER.
12:30pm.
I slipped the note under his door silently, looking to both sides of me over and over to make sure nobody saw me. Once I could no longer push the note further, I sprinted to the other side of the hall and downstairs as fast as I could. I prayed my friend's boyfriend, Matthew Daskon, didn't end up with the note. This was really, really important, and nobody else could know.
2:02pm
Two hours had passed. I decided to spend the day exploring more parts of the Midnight Forest with Fang, so nobody would find me here. I was skipping school today, it was boring, I hated it, and I had some classes with Keith, so there was no way I was going to risk having to talk to him. Not with all of those other people there. Another reason I wasn't going, is because of those other people who like to make fun of me. Nobody ever seemed to be on my side, and today, I wanted to spend the last few hours, knowing my close friend, Keith Gray, was still with me. After tonight, I know he's going to run away, and avoid me. That's when I find out I'm truly alone.
5:45pm
I'd been missing all day, nobody cared, what's the point in worrying about it?
I was just heading back to the cave now, Fang somehow realised I was quite sad, and constantly kept trying to cheer me up by playfully pushing me into bushes and scaring citizens passing by, by growling at them even though she wasn't going to hurt them, and circling them until they cried and ran for their lives that actually weren't in danger. I was glad Fang knew how twisted my sense of humor was, I have to admit, she really did cheer me up, but as soon as we got back to the cave, I died again.
6:30pm
Thirty minutes until I have to say it, and I'm not sure I want to do it anymore, but since I posted that note, I have to. There's no going back now. I'll just have to get through it somehow...
I got changed into some clean clothes; dark blue jeans, a white t-shirt with a black broken heart, a long cardigan, and.. No shoes. I don't know why, but I'm just not going to wear them. If I'm going to do this then I might as well do it the painful way. I ran out of the cave, went over the drop, down the small hill, off the edge of the wall, down a large hill, and into the grounds of the school...
7:00pm
I sat on the edge of the fountain, staring at the floor miserably. I spun around to dip my feet in the cold water, it sent a shiver through me, but it was relaxing. I don't know how long I'd been waiting, but I heard footsteps behind me. I tensed. Was it him?
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Words: 537
Tags: KEITH~ -- closed.
Lyrics: Understanding -- Evanescence
Listening To: Many different JLS songs that my sister is playing downstairs. -.-
Outfit: reeaaaaad.
Notes: i made it. it sucks. i'm beginning to ask myself if any of my posts don't suck. o.O
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Post by */ keith gray on Apr 24, 2010 13:41:27 GMT
  
{ so what if you can see }
{ the darkest side of me }
{ no one will ever change this animal i have become }
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at four pm, keith had been entering the music block for some practise with his band when his siberian husky had pounced out of nowhere on top of him, dropping a note on his chest. of course his dog was a bit heavy, and keith was underweight, so the fall had hurt quite a bit. keith grunted as he sat up, grabbed the paper and shoved his dog off him, muttering a quiet, "get matt to take you out for a walk, sess." he opened the note up, glad his dog hadn't drooled all over it. he scanned his currently emerald green eyes over it, blinking at the 'come alone. i mean it'. why should he? his eyes flicked to the name at the bottom, taking notice of the name 'kiara'. ... it's best i do come alone then, he sighed, then stood up, putting the note in his jean pocket. well, he had planned to practise for about three hours before heading back to his dormitory.
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three hours later, keith stepped out of the music block. he had a small smile on his face. jun of his band had come up with a band name. it was 'three days grace'. he liked it. so did jordan and george. he looked at his watch, taking note of the six fiftyfive pm. he sighed and started walked to the fountain, taking his phone out of his pocket, texting his boyfriend, matthew daskon, while walking. =no tsure when i'll be back. definitely before nine though. love, keith= he sent the text and then looked up, putting his phone in the pocket that had the note. his pale gold eyes saw a girl wearing a white tshirt and dark coloured jeans, with a cardigan with her back to him, feet probably in the water. he blinked slowly before slowly going up to her, stopping a few metres from her. "i, er, got your note, kiara..." he said quietly, the strain on his voice becoming more noticeable and giving him a rasp to his voice. he coughed a few times, spinning around and facing away from the other person, hearing loud whispering in his ears and mind and something pressing up against him before he span around suddenly, eyes a soft green colour. the whispering and feeling stopped, and keith relaxed, slouching a bit. "what did you want to say," it didn't sound much like a question, but it was.
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Post by `kiara cherrystone ;; on Apr 25, 2010 17:23:18 GMT
It most definitely was him. I'd know that voice over a crowd of one million people. No, I'm not a stalker, I just know more about him than I should, and I had a hell of a lot more to find out as well. Unsure of what to say, I stayed sat on the fountain's edge, trying to piece all of my broken thoughts together to form some sort of sentence.. Or word, even. I took a deep breath, still not knowing what to say, but knowing I shouldn't keep him waiting any longer, and spun around, flicking water (and maybe a bit of blood, I don't know) into the cooling air, and stood up on my feet again. I smiled lightly, but it never touched my worried eyes, we hadn't been alone together since... Since we first met, so this scared me slightly, and I just don't get scared anymore.
What do I want to say.. I sighed, rolling my eyes and faking a small laugh.
How do I begin..? I asked myself, holding my hands behind my back so Keith couldn't see they were shaking. I was totally nervous, I wanted nothing more right now than to say 'it doesn't matter', and run back home, get everything I own and move to a completely different country where I could start over.
But I knew I couldn't. I wouldn't let myself. And even if I wanted to move to a different country, I knew I couldn't because one, I have no money, two, I wouldn't know where to begin, and three, because no teacher in this place would let me go away by myself... But that's the whole point in running away, isn't it? You go without letting anyone know, and a few hours, days or weeks later they report you missing.
My family never did that when I was ten.
I'm going off track again.
W-well, we've been friends for quite a while now a-and... We don't... We don't talk to each other anymore... My voice was different to how I usually sound, normally my voice is blunt, boring (possibly dead), but strong... Though right now, I sounded worried, scared, kinda weak, and let's face it, my speech was pretty fucked up back there, not normal.
I then paused for a second, realising this wasn't what I was meant to be saying at all, and mentally slapped myself. Say something different first, save that until last!
That voice in the back of my head speaking again, what would I do without it?
What am I saying? I almost hissed, but the situation was getting to me so much I just couldn't find the power to force it out, Forget it... SAY THE REST OF IT! I'll get back to that part later. Thing is, I have a lot to say, and it's most likely going to tear us apart.
Great way to start it off, I know.
Ahm... I wondered how to put these words lightly, Remember that week in... September? Just after the beach incident, oh, how I hated bringing that topic up, even in my head it sounded bad, but out loud? It makes it even worse.. ... Well... I've always thought of myself as a strong person... One of those people who would never... ... ... Hurt themselves on purpose... I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, I didn't mean to.. Or want to, but I did! Something told me to and I...
Since I didn't want to say it out loud, I just sighed and held out my arm to show him the red scars across my wrist.
I didn't want to hear what he would say, so I continued confessing unwillingly.
Then I went missing for a week, right? That week everyone started to die? My voice became stronger, as if all those people I killed were people I knew and hated, when really, I didn't know them at all to be honest, I found out later when they were in the newspapers, my tone was now ice cold, I killed those twelve people, I hid them away on the estate, in that old broken house, and then, haha, yeah, on the last day, I was actually going to kill myself and then your b--
Should I really continue? Should I really damage Keith by telling him I was the person who almost killed his boyfriend, should I tell him I was responsible for Matt's broken leg? Hm, he deserved it if you ask me.
I started thinking (yet again) about how I was going to tell him this, leaving room for him to say something, if he wanted to at all, I was pretty sure a normal person would just stare for a few seconds, then run away, but then again...
Keith wasn't normal.
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Words: 773
Tags: KEITH~ -- closed.
Lyrics: Understanding -- Evanescence
Listening To: Stand Up -- The Prodigy
Outfit: reeaaaaad.
Notes: i thought i'd start it off right here. oh yes, not only is she going to tell him she's in love with him, she's going to tell him every single thing she's done. >D
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Post by */ keith gray on May 9, 2010 13:22:10 GMT
{ so what if you can see }
{ the darkest side of me }
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even though kiara's hands were clasped behind her back, he knew that she was shaking. he blinked slowly, resting his weight on one leg as he waited for her to say what she wanted. he blinked, suddenly concerned for the dark haired girl when he heard her different sounding voice create words with a small stutter to them. she's going to steer away from that topic... the voice in the back of his head murmured, and keith spat back at it mentally; don't show off! he narrowed his soft green eyes, eyes fixed on the other year nine before he spun around on the balls of his feet for a moment, not bothering to look around at the gothic female as she half hissed something. forget that? yeah right. it was going to stay in his mind and he would mention it later if she didn't mention it again. keith listened to her, smiling despite the part about 'tear us apart'. of course it would, but those wounds would slowly heal and their friendship repaired... pfft.
although he was facing away from kiara, he nodded to himself when she brought up the topic of the incident on the beach. oh, he felt wonderful then, though it was scary. he grimaced a little and decided to shut that memory away as he turned his head back to her, before turning around to face her again, sensing that she didn't want to say something. then her arm was held out for him to look at, and the blonde looked down on it, raising an eyebrow before a smirk played upon his lips. nobody was strong. someone would always go through a part of self harm. they always would, even if it was just for one second when they kicked the wall in anger and hurt their toe. it would be there fault, and that counted as self harm in keith's book.
"then i went missing for a week, right? that week everyone started to die?"
i've already figured that out, lass... you were behind it, unless you were posessed then you would've been forced to kill those people, and it wouldn't be you behind it. it was the one who posessed you... keith thought darkly, allowing an equally dark shadowed look flicker across his face. "i killed those people, i hid them away on the estate, in that old broken house, and then, haha, yeah, on the last day, i was actually kill myself and then your b-"
something made keith continue what she was going to say.
"-oyfriend came along and you were going to try to kill him, but the house started to collapse. matt broke his leg and mister jones found you two and helped you out. can't you just let me be happy with matt? even if you hate him, you should just let me be happy and not ruin our relationship... the voices told me that you're in love with me, kiara," at the words 'the voices', keith suddenly twisted around on the balls of his feet when he felt something lightly touch his cheek and then something move in the corner of his eye. he looked back at the dark haired year nine, eyes widened a little before he reached up with a hand and started to scratch his cheek madly and fiercely. as he pulled his hand away, there was a couple of light, shallow yet bleeding scratches on his cheek, which went by unnoticed by him as he stumbled back a little, feeling a bit lightheaded. he managed to catch himself and stay standing, but he felt pain in his abdominal area and he drew his arms lower down, clutching it.
"... kiara, the shadows like to dance... sorry... what did... what else do you.. want to say..."
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