and love was nothing but another gun for you

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

YOUR DEFENSE WERE ON HIGH, YOUR WALLS BUILT DEEP INSIDE
YEAH I'M A SELFISH BASTARD BUT AT LEAST I'M NOT ALONE
MY INTENTIONS NEVER CHANGE, WHAT I WANT STILL STAYS THE SAME
AND I KNOW WHAT I SHOULD DO, IT'S TIME TO SET MYSELF ON FIRE

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Was it a dream? Had any of that happened or was it some really bad sabotage from his imagination? He knew when he woke up that this much was true; he and Kara did thieve the liquor store but from then on, he ventured to a house. She went with him... he could've sworn that. He could've sworn that they talked, drank. He could've sworn they kissed! Yeah, he remembered that! He touched his lips doofishly as if the kiss was still lingered. The boy knew that's what happened when he woke up alone from fucking cement. Out of all the places he could've passed out, he chose the pavement. Brilliant! And he was going to be a surgeon eh? He stood tall, stretching each aching stiff muscles like some old grumpy man. 'Urg, my back!' he would've croaked jokingly if Kara was there. His head was even worse feeling. Hang over he supposed. He looked out at the backyard, remembering fireflies that were once there... Down next to his feet was a piece of paper, running a hand through his hair, he noticed it. Dylan picked it up and realized his handy-work. A poorly drawn picture he faintly remembered drawing for her of her. It was much more than that. It was proof. It was true then. They kissed. Despite the soreness, he smiled to himself- thrilled with his discovery. But that faded, where was she now then? He looked around the yard, as if she went to pick berries or something lame.

He sat back down, feeling crappy again. The morning sunlight glared into his eyes. He tucked the drawing into his pocket and retrieved a cigarette and... lighter? He searched his pockets and glanced around the floor and grass. It took a moment for his hazy mind to connect the dots. "No... Shit, no..." He swore with his next breath. It might as well have been a dream! This couldn't be!

He managed the lonely walk back to school, forcing himself not to assume anything just for his sanity. Once there, he ignored any classes that he usually rarely missed. He just went straight into the cafeteria for coffee and advil, returned to his dorm to clean himself up, feeling nauseus in the process. Looking in the mirror, well, he looked like shit but it didn't matter. The fear was so much more... real than his reflection. He smoked a cigarette with a back up lighter and couldn't help but think the worst. Where was Kara? What did she think? She hated him now, she found the necklace. It's over. It's all over before it really even began. She hated him... Oh God... he couldn't even think of anything else- he slipped on his left shoe on his right foot and was putting on the other before he realized his stupidity. Slowly, he fixed that mistake and made his way to her locker, to wait. The bell rang, the last class was over. If Kara went to school today then she should come to store away books any second. He had to see her. The drawing was in his hands as he waited. His gaze went still on the wall, too nervous to really function much until he met Kara. Was everything destroyed over a necklace?

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - 548 words
NOTES -
LYRIC - 30 seconds to mars

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

'' now on death you stand shed a tear and abandon ship
''Like The Traitor That You Are

Kara raised a hand, covering her eyes, begging for the aching in her head to stop. She was hung over, yet again. With a sigh she forced her eyes open to figure out where the hell she was only to find she had made it back to her dorm room, though not quite to her bed. What had happened that had caused her to actually end up back here? Something entangled the fingers of her hand. Oh it was just her locket, wait what? Her locket! The little golden heart hung from the chain in her fingers. Where'd she gotten that? Sitting up she leant back against her bedside table and noticed a lighter laying on the floor. That was not hers.

So she began the good old task of back tracking. Dylan, dare, drink. Well that explained the hangover. Slowly it started coming back. She'd been getting his lighter, that one that lay on the floor, and she'd found this. Sections of time came back to her; bits of conversation, fireflies, the skeleton house and no... She remembered his promise, his holding her. She remembered their kiss. She pulled her knees up and crossed her arms around them, putting her forehead down. No. No no no no NO! The hurt and anger began to fill her, trying to overwhelm each other. How could he!?

She let herself sink into the feelings before pushing them aside and making her way to the bathroom to begin editing her appearance in the mirror. Halfway through she hesitated, actually looking at herself properly. The pain was showing in her eyes. The hurt shone straight through. She finished fixing her hair and eye liner then took a moment to empty the hurt in her eyes, disallowing it to show, instead returning them to their usual cold emptiness.. How could he promise her he wouldn't hurt her knowing her had her locket!? How could she have believe him!? She put the delicate chain around her neck, clipped it in place and let her hair fall back over her shoulders. It felt good to have it back. She stood staring at it for a second. Dylan... he'd... She turned away from the mirror, unable to face it any longer and left her dorm, grabbing a book off her desk she hadn't bothered to ditch the other day and slipping his lighter in her pocket as she closed the door behind her. Determined to escape the building, she didn't even worry about the pounding in her head the hangover was causing.

Reaching the base of the stairs she began to navigate the corridors that had the depressing familiarity three years brought. This place was supposed to help her! It was supposed to be a safe place. Where was the safety? Shit. What good had come of her being here? What good had come of anything in her life? She should have expected this. When was all the pain going to stop? She'd finally found a way to keep it at bay and Dylan had just waltzed straight into her head without even caring what he was doing to her. And she'd let him.

The bell sounded, announcing freedom to all those who bothered to turn up to class. The sound hurt her head but she didn't care, it was nothing measured against the pain that was welling inside her. Turning the corner that bought her locker into view she noticed Dylan standing there, waiting, as students poured into the hallways. What did he want? Kara ignored him as she approached her locker instead putting all her attention into entering her code, not that it needed any attention, she'd had the same locker and code since she'd arrived.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`incomplete Complete
Word Count`616
ooc` will finish later sorry!
lyrics`I love the bomb - her bright skies

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

YOUR DEFENSE WERE ON HIGH, YOUR WALLS BUILT DEEP INSIDE
YEAH I'M A SELFISH BASTARD BUT AT LEAST I'M NOT ALONE
MY INTENTIONS NEVER CHANGE, WHAT I WANT STILL STAYS THE SAME
AND I KNOW WHAT I SHOULD DO, IT'S TIME TO SET MYSELF ON FIRE

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He stood there waiting... just wishing for time to slow or speed up. He couldn't decide. On one hand, slow meant he had more chance to walk away. Dylan didn't want to face her. Yet he desperately wanted to see her. His whole body felt numb-ish. His whole body wanted her and wanted to repair the damage- if there was any. For all he knew nothing has changed at all... Somehow, she wasn't angry. It was only a necklace right? Yeah but this was Kara. You have to walk carefully around her. She was unpredictable, that's part of the allure she posessed. It was what made him come here. He had to know where they stood or if she even remembered what happened last night. He felt the wrinkled paper in his tightly gripped hand. He remembered... No way he'd ever forget it or her. Whether she liked it or not, he remembered. If she didn't remember? What then? Fuck. Well, maybe then that may not be that bad. They could start over then, couldn't they?

'You have to walk carefully around her'. In leiu of that attitude, waiting at her locker was much too bold and careless. She must be hung over like he was. So therefore, she'd be testy as he was irritable. But what choice did he have? Sleep this off? Puke in a toilet? He may do that later actually... he felt down right nauseus waiting for whatever may come. Was he asking for it? Harboring her necklace was asking for it. This? What was this? His signature on a death warrant or salvation? You know what they say, death brings life. However that works out, he had to access the situation. He had to tell her he loved her and that he was sorry. It must be easier said then done, he felt like dying right now. Something dreadful was to come, he just knew it. His pessemistic side was holding on the steering wheel in his head- just like it always did.

But DAMN IT. If he just screwed himself over yet again... If he just shoved Kara away, he didn't think he could bounce back from this one. It would be too much. He was already dreaming of his death, another nudge... He was scared. His throat seemed to swell up. When he saw her gracefully walking towards her locker, his chest thumped hard against it's already tight and cramped rib cage it seemed. Noting the shining necklace around her neck, he stood up straighter. He thought, foolishly, that she was walking towards him. But her empty gaze gave it away somehow. She began to enter the code for her locker. Oh Jesus Christ, please no. "Kara..." he said, at a loss for words.

No, No... "Kara? Hey, Kara." He was being ignored. He deserved it. He didn't deserve her. Dylan was... what was he? He felt incredibly empty and drained. His head was pounding. Damn it. Damn him. What was she thinking? He reminded himself, maybe it's not as bad as he thought. Maybe he was so hung over that everything seemed exaggerated beyond reason. Please let that be it. Let him just having temporarily insane and stupid. Maybe then, he'd be convinced not to drink again. He'd have Kara and wouldn't feel such pressure to drink. Hey! Maybe she was only shy over their kiss. Oh to kiss her again! He feigned his usual cocky smirk. "Kara, Kara, Kara... some night, right?" he faked a shallow laugh. "Can't believe you made it to class. You aren't hung over?" he added, wondering if this would hurt the potential situation or help.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - 604 words
NOTES -
LYRIC - 30 seconds to mars

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

'' now on death you stand shed a tear and abandon ship
''Like The Traitor That You Are

She noticed Dylan straighten in his waiting place by her locker as she approached, his attention clearly on her. "Kara..." She heard him say her name but refused to acknowledge it. She didn't want to deal with him right now. She couldn't face him, he'd made her angry. More so, he'd wounded her badly. She'd let him in and he'd done exactly what she'd always feared would happen should she take that risk. But her ignoring his presence didn't deter him. He didn't give up that easily and she guessed she hadn't really expected him to, it was Dylan after all. He kept trying to get her attention, saying her name again. What did he expect from her? To just go on as if everything was okay? It didn't matter if he didn't know the meaning of the locket. She wore it everyday and that alone was enough to say it was special and meant something to her. He was smart enough to know that.

She opened the thin metal door and placed the book back in it's reserved place in her locker and began re-arranging some things that had ended up out of place. "Kara, Kara, Kara... some night, right?" He began questioning her in his continuing attempt to get her to acknowledge him. So he was going to just try and continue like he'd done nothing. He faked a laugh as if it were a joke and continued on. He couldn't believe she'd made it to class. She hadn't, she'd only just made it out of her dorm and was now wanting to crawl back into bed where she wouldn't have to face him, or anyone else. And wasn't she hung over? Yes, yes she was, her aching head told her so, but that wasn't her issue at the moment.

Slamming her locker door closed in anger she turn to face him "What do you want Dylan?" She asked coldly. Looking at him was so hard. It hit her all at once again when she looked at him. She wanted him to wrap his arms around her again, kiss her again, and make her safe, make it all okay but at the same time, the anger and hurt flared up within her refusing to let those feelings take her and allow her to forgive him. It was confusing and overwhelming but it never showed. She wished he hadn't taken the necklace then they would still be okay. She wished she could just hate him as she stood there looking at him but despite his hurting her she was nothing more than angry at him and scared that it would all go wrong again if she let him stay so close. Why couldn't she hate him? Her eyes on him, she wondered if he knew what he'd done to her to give her that sort of happiness and safety then just tear it away. She felt so alone.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`487
ooc` ...
lyrics`I love the bomb - her bright skies

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

YOUR DEFENSE WERE ON HIGH, YOUR WALLS BUILT DEEP INSIDE
YEAH I'M A SELFISH BASTARD BUT AT LEAST I'M NOT ALONE
MY INTENTIONS NEVER CHANGE, WHAT I WANT STILL STAYS THE SAME
AND I KNOW WHAT I SHOULD DO, IT'S TIME TO SET MYSELF ON FIRE

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She just kept ignoring him. That could mean anything... it shouldn't bother him. He should be used to being ignored by now, all these years of being content with being invisible and then demanding not to be ignored. His mom ignoring him, or giving him the silent treatment when she was hung over or brooding over something stupid. It was only a necklace. He didn't know that... there was more to it. He, of all people who valued brutal honesty, should figure that it was more than a necklace. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so afraid. Otherwise, he'd embrace her right now and make today yesterday. Make today paradise again. She continue to ignore him, sticking stuff into her book bag. She didn't even look at him, it was as if she were suddenly deafened to his voice. And instead of a peaceful silence, there was all the thoughts and the chill silence Kara would offer to the world. But yesterday, he wasn't the world. He was Dylan, name basis, friends, rivals, partners in crime, in love. Now what was he?

That was what he was trying to figure out in vain, until she slammed the locker door with surprising force for her small build. What do you want Dylan? she asked, coldly. It stung, almost as much as her glare. Nothing was in those eyes now. Just a new flicker of contempt, for him. He thought he'd actually cry right there but he stared back simply. What did he want? Oh so much. She was angry with him, what could he say though? Her necklace around her neck stood as an awful reminder leering at him. This piece of jewelery could be the last tragedy he could possibly endure.

He felt the slip of paper still in his hand, as if now one with him. What could he say? How do you explain keeping a girl's necklace, a girl you hardly know. Any answer is pathetic and probably bordering on the creep criteria meter. It was there, it sparkled in the lighting and he grabbed it. He could remember staring at it's delicate chain then putting in his pocket, it's temporary home until now. He remembered to breathe and said lamely "It's your turn to dare."

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - 375 words
NOTES -
LYRIC - 30 seconds to mars

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

'' now on death you stand shed a tear and abandon ship
''Like The Traitor That You Are

He didn't reply straight away to her question, just stared back at her silently. Something flickered through his eyes as he looked at her. Pain? She kept her usual mask up, returning his stare with her own angry one. How could he do this to her? She wanted to scream it at him. Make him answer. Make him understand. But her usual restraints kept her quiet as usual -leaving her with pain she couldn't express and the feeling the the locket resting in its place against her skin. He'd promised her he'd never hurt her. She'd really thought he meant it, though her believing him or him promising could easily have been caused by the alcohol, it still hurt when he broke it after she'd let him so close. "It's your turn to dare" he replied finally.

She felt his statement stab through her. This was wrong. This was so wrong. They weren't supposed to be hurting each other like this. He was giving up and returning to the game that had originally brought them together. She'd hurt him. Everything was ruined and falling apart around them. There was no way she was letting him know he was having this big an effect on her. What would he do if she broke, for the first time in her life, here in front of him? What if her strength gave out and the tears she'd kept escaped her? He had the power to make her break. She couldn't take this. She couldn't stand here in front of him. She didn't want to be angry at him. She didn't want him to be so far away. She didn't want to lose him. Yet still something told her, as it had all her life, that she had to push him away to keep herself safe.

Swinging away from the thoughts she let her anger return to its throne. What could she dare him to do? The three sides of her current emotions were telling her different things. One side, the hurt and scared side, dared him to never promise her anything again, dared him to leave her alone. The second side, the longing, dared him to wrap his arms around her and never let go, dared him to kiss her and never leave her. It dared him to love her and keep her safe. The final part, where the anger reigned, told him to chase a bus until he passed out. Having so many conflicting emotions was confusing her after feeling very little for so long and Dylan was the cause of them all.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`incomplete
Word Count`000
ooc` ive got no idea for a dare. have you got anything?
lyrics`I love the bomb - her bright skies

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

YOUR DEFENSE WERE ON HIGH, YOUR WALLS BUILT DEEP INSIDE
YEAH I'M A SELFISH BASTARD BUT AT LEAST I'M NOT ALONE
MY INTENTIONS NEVER CHANGE, WHAT I WANT STILL STAYS THE SAME
AND I KNOW WHAT I SHOULD DO, IT'S TIME TO SET MYSELF ON FIRE

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Dylan always did this. He said the wrong things at the wrong time. That's why last night... it had been so perfect. He did everything right, he said everything right. Maybe a bit clumsy, but they must've been too drunk to notice. Now it was all fucked up. Everything could be ruined over his stupid words and actions. He didn't want to face it. He didn't want to know the pain and damaged he caused. He was so sick of every failure. It's like the ONLY thing he could do right was do algebra. Why did he bother? Why did he get sucked up in a game of dares, why did he fall for her knowing full well he'd fuck it all up. Because his mind worked against him. He knew this would happen, it was just another ploy to get him more and more ready for suicide. And she still didn't say a word. He was hurting and he wasn't as good a actor as she was. He had no idea what she was feeling but he knew the anguish betrayed him. Still, he persisted because he hadn't caused enough self destruction yet.

She still wasn't saying anything. Not a word and this was supposed to be typical. But last night, he broke through that. Now there were back to square one, or even worse than that. He couldn't let that happen! Not after all these years of solitude and loneliness. He needed her. He needed her more than anything and she probably was clueless about that. He told her his past. God... He felt like dying. He should just shut up. Maybe if he shut his mouth, she'd find a way to forgive him. But he still had so much to tell her! He felt so desperate standing stupidly there, staring at her trying to be cool but failing at it, holding a stupid drawing of her in his hands... He looked at it and handed it to her. "Remember?" he said solemnly, hinting a smile. Maybe if she looked at it, she'd remember how he promised her things, and even though he screwed up, he still meant it. She had to realize how ready he was to dedicate his life to her.

Maybe this was for the best. If he was destined to screw things up, then the sooner the better before they both risked more of their hearts. He was a sinking ship, he couldn't save her no matter how much he wanted to. She deserved someone who didn't live in this dump to save her. Saint Helenas was a sinking ship. What was she doing here for help? Who was going to save her? Who the hell was ever going to save him? He wanted her to be his salvation... but who was he kidding? Who the FUCK was he kidding, standing there and pretending? "Is it over?" he asked, unable to look at her now. Instead he stared at his shoes. Was there there anyway to repair this?

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - 502 words
NOTES -
LYRIC - 30 seconds to mars

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

'' now on death you stand shed a tear and abandon ship
''Like The Traitor That You Are

In her silence he was slowly falling apart in front of her. Trying to hold his usual form it was showing cracks and there was nothing she could do to stop them forming. She couldn't let go of what he'd done, her fear and anger held her back. They stood in silence, staring back at each other as the last students drifted out of the halls to begin their afternoons, throwing a few confused glances at the two. They would stand here forever if neither of them said anything. Neither were willing to walk away, she was too good with silence and he wasn't going to give up just yet. But finally Dylan freed them, holding a piece of paper out to her. "Remember?" he asked, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. She knew what it was before she even looked at it. She nodded slightly and gently took the paper from his hands and looked at it. She wanted to be back there.

She felt him watching her as she looked at it, not really registering what it was she was looking at. She wanted to be back there so badly. Nothing and no-one else had ever made her feel that way. "Is it over?" It took her a couple of seconds to pull her gaze up to look at him, by which stage his eyes had moved down. What was he referring to? Their game? Their... whatever you'd call it? Whatever it was she wanted to say no. Why was this all so hard? He'd taken her locket, but it was back, it was safe and unharmed. Why couldn't she let it go? Because that's not the way her mind was wired. Because that locket was the one and only thing she had left from her past other than the memories and nightmares that haunted her. It had been a gift from her mother to Chloe. Kara'd had one too but her father had stolen it from her room and broken it. The one that hung around her neck was all that was left for her to value. Until Dylan.

She didn't want to stand here and watch Dylan fall apart. She didn't want to fall apart herself. She was terrified of breaking. This was stupid! Fuck. She wasn't supposed to get so upset over a person! They come and go, they always had that's just how it went for her in life. Nobody ever stayed. Why the hell had she thought this could be any different!? Why had he let her believe that this could be okay! "It?" she asked, refusing to let her voice show any of her weaknesses.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`444
ooc` ...
lyrics`I love the bomb - her bright skies

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

YOUR DEFENSE WERE ON HIGH, YOUR WALLS BUILT DEEP INSIDE
YEAH I'M A SELFISH BASTARD BUT AT LEAST I'M NOT ALONE
MY INTENTIONS NEVER CHANGE, WHAT I WANT STILL STAYS THE SAME
AND I KNOW WHAT I SHOULD DO, IT'S TIME TO SET MYSELF ON FIRE

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He envied her. She was able to hide everything and mantain composure as if she literally didn't have any emotion. He wasn't so strong. He felt himself crumbling right in front of her. It made him so vunerable and ashamed, but fighting against it with each breath was getting more and more difficult. He didn't want to give up. That wasn't what he did. He's a survivor, a cockroach, the energizer bunny. He didn't fall. Still breathing was proof that he was a survivor, else he would've taken his own life so long ago. It's endurance, it's alcohol, and it's everything. The empty suction that twists your insides like terrorist torturers, they were well at work. She took the paper from his hand. Just the suggestion of her touch when she took it was like air to him.

'It?' One word, still no fucking hint of anything. She was a robot and invincible. Damn it, he was jealous, angry, and tortured. He couldn't look at her, not if it was just a mask to look at it. He didn't want to see her mask and he didn't want her to see his shattering into pieces. It? What were they? He was in love. Plain and simple. But what was she? He'd never know. He destroyed his chance of knowing her for what she was. Oh he wanted to know her. He wanted to know why she was here, why she hid herself away when she could be a celebrity and envy of everyone. He wanted to know if she'd let him protect her and talk to her even when he said stupid things. It.

Choking on his emotions, he tried to regain back some level of 'now' because he wasn't here. He was in yesterday with the fireflies. He was drunk, he was with her. But that was yesterday... yesterday was in her hands and in a piece of paper. "Us." he replied. He hadn't meant to hurt her. He had nothing of his own except the clothes on his back. Everything was all gone. He had relied so much of his surviving like how the birds do. Letting it come, letting it ride, biting his tongue, and gritting his teeth. Now, Kara was going to leave. It wasn't fair. This is going to kill him. This blow will be the last he could take. He can't turn it around either. He felt too frail to fight. "Don't do this to me." he begged quietly. Didn't she know that he was walking on a tight rope now? She was the net.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS -
NOTES -
LYRIC - 30 seconds to mars

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

'' now on death you stand shed a tear and abandon ship
''Like The Traitor That You Are

She remembered him looking at her in the fireflies yesterday now, he wasn't even looking in her direction. Instead his eyes remained down, escaping to the safe familiarity of his shoes. She wanted to get out of here. She didn't want to stand here and watch him break knowing it was partially her fault. She wanted to turn and run. Run and run and never stop. They were hurting each other and she hated it. She didn't hate him, she could never do that, though in a way she wished she could. It would make this simpler, easier. Instead she was left with anger, fear and hurt in hates place. She was no good at this, this interacting with people, emotions, any of it. They both knew that.

"Us" he said gently. No. Why couldn't she say it? Just one small word? Because she was terrified and angry. Everything in her told her not to risk something like that. Nothing ever went right for her, it would go wrong all over again and they would both end up crumbling more than they already were. If he'd never taken her locket they might still be okay even though everything in her past told her she was safe alone. She'd made seventeen years alone and in one day, he'd broken straight through it all and let her believe that he could keep her safe. "Don't do this to me." His plea was quiet but audible. No, she couldn't take this. His words sank into her, pulling her down. She didn't want to do this to him, she didn't want to do this to either of them.

"Just leave me alone okay?" She said, her question rhetorical. Not waiting for a reply she turned and began to walk away down the hall. She knew she was losing him by doing this but she couldn't watch him break, she couldn't let herself break yet she was too angry and hurt to just forgive him. All of this was scaring her. She was scared to be with him, she was scared to be without him so she went with what her past had always told her. Be alone.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`361
ooc` ...
lyrics`I love the bomb - her bright skies

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

YOUR DEFENSE WERE ON HIGH, YOUR WALLS BUILT DEEP INSIDE
YEAH I'M A SELFISH BASTARD BUT AT LEAST I'M NOT ALONE
MY INTENTIONS NEVER CHANGE, WHAT I WANT STILL STAYS THE SAME
AND I KNOW WHAT I SHOULD DO, IT'S TIME TO SET MYSELF ON FIRE

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He couldn't believe himself. He was begging. Begging! He was Dylan Torres for goodness sakes. No one messed with him, if they did it was in safe distance like you would a tiger. Reach for his tail, tug it and Dylan lashed back. He fought back. He was the known tough, ruthless loner. He could cuss people out like there was no tomorrow. He ate in the dining room alone, drank beer alone, and then made jokes at other's expense alone. It was simple that way. But Kara had him begging. He must look pitiful. She worn him down to the grain.

'Just leave me alone okay?' Wait... what? His eyes that were on the ground went back up towards her but she was always walking away. No. No. No... He didn't move though. He just watched her walk away and eventually disappear out of the hallway. He was alone again. She left him like he knew she would. He turned on his heels, ignoring a look from a student walking past- he could barely see who it was anyway. Tears were beginning to blind his sight. He quickly wiped them away.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS -
NOTES - i'll start another threaddd. but it'll be short and blah-ish.
LYRIC - 30 seconds to mars