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[lacey brooke kay]

she was seventeen years old and she was stuck in this god damn place. it drove her completely insane. more then she already was. lacey played with her snake bites in her lips. making them turn. if you had lip piercings you would understand this more. her and her sister ellie had just got into a fight one of her worse fears ever. the tears were rolling down her face. "i just wanna be normal. what did i do to ever deserve this." she rubbed her face inhaling the smoke from her marlboro mild. this was her favorite cigarette. she really didn't do any drugs just smoked, and drank every once in a while. it calmed her mind when she didn't know what else to do.

her arms where wrapped around her. the cold december air bit at her ears, and her body. lacey, your such a bitch. hahah. you'll never become anything. your worthless. your the reason why your father left us. "ugh!" she cried. the voices they wouldn't leave her alone. her mother's voice echoed in her head. "no i don't want to go back!" she cried more. it wasn't fair she couldn't escape her mother like her sister could. she hated her life. hated the voices in her head. why did god hate her so much? her medication didn't seem to be working. when was it ever. she tried to keep all this secret from everyone. what would they think? she couldn't get close to anyone. they would all just think she was a crazy bitch. lacey couldn't stand that.

lacey could still feel the water from the tub filling her lungs. she could feel her mother's strong hands push her down into the deep blue watery grave. no one was there to save her. she passed out and almost died. god was there for her in that time. but why would he just push it all in her face. schizophrenic. bipolar! how could a girl have all these mental problems. she wanted to be normal. all her sister had was problems with throwing up. why couldn't she be ellie? the tears continued going down her face. "i hate you motherfucker." she cursed god's name in vain. what the hell has he ever done for her? the worse feeling in the world was being paranoid that someone was going to get you or that she was going to get send to a mental hospital. not like this place wasn't like a mental hospital. "i'm sorry, ellie." she wished she could apologize to her sister's face. but her sister left. went somewhere else so lacey wouldn't bother her.

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[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

i cried myself to sleep last night and the ghost of carl
he approached my window, i was hypnotized. i was asked to improvise
on the attitude, the regret of a thousand centuries of death

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"Shit... shit, shit..." Dylan mumbled under his breath as he tore apart his room in search for a pack of cigarettes. Don't tell me I've gotta go out and buy a pack. Those things are expensive. he thought to himself, burrowing into the top drawer of his desk. This was what he hated most about smoking; the sheer inconvinence. Hunger was an inconvinence, you planned your day around it. Nicotine did the same thing but only promised a satisfaction while it ate away your lungs and plant cancer on your body. And you'd think it would be times like these he could find it in himself to quit. But no, he'd quit another day, after the trigonometry test, when he's REALLY broke, etc. You know the story. He knew that if he can't find a cancer stick, he would stop all that he was doing to go out and find one. And what did he care about health anyway? Didn't he just have a dream last night of putting a gun in his mouth? His dreams were getting more and more vivid that he awoke disturbed and disoriented. It was as if he was living the dream and it made him smile. That's what was disturbing. The smile that curled when he felt the cold rim of a gun touch his lips. It took about two cigarettes to finally calm down. His roommate's sleeping would open with a groan, 'what the hell man? take that outside!' It was every morning, wake up, smoke, piss off roommate who hated the smell of cigarettes and the yellow tint it gave walls and ceilings.

This morning was different. He woke up with his roommate staring at him. 'Good luck smoking up our room.' It took a while for Dylan's half-asleep mind to understand. "You didn't." he said in disbelief. His roommate smirked and walked out the room. He searched at his usual stash spot. He could see a beer bottle and it's companian, the pack, was absent from it's side. "I'll kill that fuck." he mumbled, not too seriously. He had it coming. But what inconvinence. He started searching, slowly getting dressed as he searched high and low. He felt his fingers shaking in it's desperate hunger for nicotine. He was really going to go out and buy a pack, which would've been fine if there wasn't a pesky essay on Euclid to write. "Fine. You win Lee." he picked up his shoes, ready to head out. He was beginning to get a headache from all this drama. He let out a soft laugh when he found his newport pack inside on of them. Okay, he still wins. He'd compromise. Slipping the shoes on, tucking in his scapular into his shirt, he headed to the rooftop to smoke.

Dylan lit it as soon as the door to the rooftop open. At first being so distracted by that lovely first drag, he didn't notice the girl over there. But he overheard her cries, for a moment he was sympathetic but he wasn't going to bother her. He stayed close by the door, ready to leave in just a moment to leave her alone so he wouldn't have to deal with listening to her much longer. Perhaps it was sinful, but he eavesdropped on her conversation with herself. None of it was comprehensible for the most part except for the cursing God's name in vain. He glared at her and said irritably "Hey, have some respect."

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STATUSfinished
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[lacey brooke kay]

someone had heard her. how didn't she notice that someone was right behind her listening to every single word of venom that came pouring out of her mouth. "hey, have some respect." the voice said to her. at first she didn't know if it was in her head or not but it wasn't. "you have some respect. your really one to talk. you were just listening to every word i was saying. that's so creepy," replied lacey. usually she wouldn't talk to people. but this one heard what she said. he surely knew she was crazy and she wasn't going to let him live this one down. lacey folded her arms, as she glared at the guy who rudely listened to her talk to herself.

"don't you have better things to do then listen to what i'm say. no one does why should you think you have the right?" she questioned. the tears rolled down her face. but they weren't tears of sadness they were tears of anger. inhaling the last puff of her mild she threw it on the ground. she was so pissed off. this guy was just being such a jerk. like he had room to talk. he got into her business. and it was only hers. not his. but now that he knew she was crazy he might as well get the full taste. she needed someone to vent out on. and he seemed to be the victim for the evening.

"and you should know that i'm pretty much crazy. you and my sister are the only ones that now know. so don't fuck with me kay?" she hollered at him. her cold winter breath when into the air. it was cold. and she didn't even know she could stand her and listen to rude words from dylan. that's what she had voices in her head for. they made her paranoid. she remembered the first time she lost it. bugs everywhere, and they where coming to get here. but she wasn't sure who they were. just knew that they were going to get her.

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dylan ♥ tagged.
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[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

i cried myself to sleep last night and the ghost of carl
he approached my window, i was hypnotized. i was asked to improvise
on the attitude, the regret of a thousand centuries of death

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What was it with girls? Why were girls just screaming at him all the time lately? Did he really ask for it? Okay, yeah, he sure did with Charlie- but honestly! What the hell? She was glaring him down and trying to appear so intimidating. Not working, Dylan was totally unimpressed. She was obviously crazy, crazier than Charlie for sure. Not that Charlie was crazy, she was just a push over. A child if anything else. Tears rolled down her face and Dylan had to mentally seperate any sympathy from himself. Because this was different from a hurt and vunerable Charlotte, this was much more poisonous. Don't you have better things to do then listen to what I say. No one does, why should you think you have the right? She was demanding answers. He shrugged, staring at her with a purposeful look of sheer boredom. "I just came out to smoke a cigarette." he replied quite simply, not so interested in getting into anything with this bitch. It'd be such a waste of time. There was nothing he could do to help her or even calm her down. The situation, a situation he was rather stunned by actually, was by chance something he landed himself in. Little did he realize that this little exchange of words would begin something.

Her voice reached a higher volume and it made it's effect well. His attention was on her more, not on appearing to look cool. What was her problem? Fuck, it was... he was so sick of dealing with chicks problems all the time. They constantly just throw it at his face. His mother, Kara, Charlie, now this crazy nutball. He smirked, he shouldn't have, but he did. Infact, it wasn't so much as a smirk but a cocky smile that relaxed easily with the sweet nicotine smoke in his system. "What an honor." he mumbled sarcastically, tossing his finished cigarette. Really, was there a certain scent he had that attracted these type of crazies? -Like how mosquitoes are attracted to certain people. Whatever it was, Dylan was truly getting sick of it. Hell, he was becoming more and more sexist with each conversation with the opposite gender. A moment ago, he was ready to walk away. But now this chick better back off. And hell no, he wasn't going to about to apologize and retreat, in fact... His paint stained hands pulled out his second stick and lit it. "Okay crazy-head bitch lady, no more fucking with you. Got it. Only, wear less make up when you have your next mental breakdown, it's like the damn opera up here. All the noise you're making..."

TAGGEDlacey
STATUSfinished
LYRICCREDITsufjanstevens
COMMENTARYit was good!

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[lacey brooke kay]

this just pissed her off more. his rude ass comments. "okay crazy-head bitch lady, no more fucking with you. got it. only, wear less make up when you have your next mental breakdown, it's like the damn opera up here. all the noise you're making..." she frowned at him. well wasn't he just so pleasurable to be around. he had such a big mouth and never shut the fuck up. "okay, whatever your name is. to start off you have no room to call me a bitch you don't know me. and secondly i barely wear makeup. i wear eyeliner and mascara. most guys in this school use more makeup then i do. and fuck you and your big ass mouth." she pushed him back. "your a big asshole." when you got her mad you kept her going. the fire the burned inside of her just made her hate grow and grow in her heart.

another reason why it was so easy for her to get pissed off was because she was drunk. you could smell the whiskey on her breath. lacey was a mean drunk cause the voices just got louder and louder. the screamed at her. before she almost tried to jump on this very building cause the voices were telling her to kill herself. but one of the staff came up and grabbed her before she fell off the edge. usually the staff was always watching her. making sure shit doesn't go bad for her. or to just see her moods to see if they need to up her medication. but when she was in front of the staff she acted normal. sometimes she could sneak away from a while without them noticing she was gone. there was a lot of other kids here to deal with. so leaving her be once in a while they thought was okay. but typically when she was left alone she acts out of line. drinks, and smokes.

"you need to learn to stop judging people so much. it's rude." she had said to him. her words slurring into a mixture. lacey couldn't keep herself up so she had to hold onto the railing so she wouldn't fall on her ass. your a bitch you deserve to die. i will kill you watch your back you crazy bitch she heard that voice in her head. it sounded like dylan's voice. "why? why would you do that?" she was so confused she started to cry. lacey pushed him. "why?" she hollered. "you are so unemotional. you don't care. it's sick." lacey was obviously very upset. the voice where messing with her head. but she didn't realize it wasn't dylan. that is was the voices. but to her she heard it crystal clear in her ear. that he said that he was going to kill her. she had to make sure that she'd kill him before he killed her. then she would be safe.

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dylan ♥ tagged.
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[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

i cried myself to sleep last night and the ghost of carl
he approached my window, i was hypnotized. i was asked to improvise
on the attitude, the regret of a thousand centuries of death

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She pushed him and a waft of sweet smelling whiskey hit him. Lucky bitch drunk already! He was jealous but he did have other things to worry about... Guess she didn't care about grades, so fine. He'd get his fill later. He needed his mind sharp right now anyway, not just for grades but to deal with this girl all up in his face. But the push, the smell of alcohol, her screaching voice and her telling him off, it only made him laugh. Because come on, it's funny! He just came out for a smoke and looks what's happened! Though, taking a step back adn another drag, he thought how she did have a point. That William guy certainly wears more make up than she is. 'You're an ass hole'. she said. "Can't argue with that." he said, appearing bored with her already. Reality was, he was watching her closely. Sure, he couldn't take her seriously, but she was drunk. He was unpredictable when drunk... some of him felt as if she would try to jump off the building any second- he'd have to catch her. Maybe he should try to take her to her dorm, downstaires, somewhere safer than here. Here, she hung on to the unreliable railings that creaked and barely anchored properly to the roof cement.

"Rude eh? Really?" he said, a little mockingly. In his head he was trying to balance it all out. The anger, the amusement, the concern, the way he wanted to appear cool at all times. Then she was crying again. "What the hell?" he said looking at her, screaming and pushing again. You are so unemotional. You don't care. It's sick. He snarled "You don't even know me, you're talking bullshit." he said, glaring at her uncertainly. It was clear now. She was just another one of them. Those kids who know nothing and claim to know enough about him to talk all they want about him. To insult him whenever they felt like it, to pick fights they know he couldn't resist. What would Charlie do if she stood here right now? She'd shrink away, not Dylan. This girl was out of her mind, pleading insanity, drunk, scary... should he pardon her? Dropping his cigarette, he said "Hey, let's get you downstairs." With a hand, he gently tried to take her by the upper arm to lead her down. Little did he know what was really going on in her head.

TAGGEDlacey
STATUSfinished
LYRICCREDITsufjanstevens
COMMENTARYreally? thanks, i thought it was a bit weak haha.

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[lacey brooke kay]

"hey, let's get you downstairs." dylan had said. what? why was he being polite? no that's just the way he's going to try to kill her. he probably wants to drown her in a bathtub. "no! i'm not going anywhere with you!" she hollered punching him and trying to kick him away. "get away from me!" she screamed. "stop!" the bitch was screaming like she was being rape. and dylan would be in shit if they saw her with lacey. but to be honest, the would think most of it was lacey's fault. and up her medication. it was to late for staff to be around watching her. lacey started to cry. "please, don't hurt me." she cried more. getting on her knees she begged him. "don't do it." lacey was hugging her knees, shaking, and crying. this was probably one of her worse mental breakdowns. shut up you stupid bitch the voices echoed in her head. but all that was coming out was dylan's voice. in her head dylan just wanted to hurt her.

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are we going to do most of the plot here? and sorry it's short no muse. ♥ occ.

[* polly]

i cried myself to sleep last night and the ghost of carl
he approached my window, i was hypnotized. i was asked to improvise
on the attitude, the regret of a thousand centuries of death

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Holy crap, she landed a flighty punch on his jaw. It didn't hurt, it was just a surprise that he should've saw coming. He backed away, never taking his eyes off her as he felt his jaw. "Shut up! What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked loudly, still backing away. This was just crazy... He took a chance to look around, wondering if anyone was watching this. What would they think? They'd probably think Dylan was doing something awful to earn him another trip to jail. He looked back at her, to the ground where she was begging and sobbing. He took another step back, feeling his back against the door. "Fuck I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not doing anything!" he said more urgently, wishing more than ever she'd get the hell away from him. Or at least, she'd calm down. "Shut up!" he said, wondering if he had just heard someone coming towards the door on the other side. "Hey, calm down." he tried in a forced calm voice. He reached for the door knob and gently turned it. His mind was so intently on her that he failed to realize how his weight was on the door. The door swung open and he felt himself fall back on the fuzzy carpet inside.

TAGGEDlacey
STATUSfinished
LYRICCREDITsufjanstevens
COMMENTARYweren't we going to get jaycie involved? let's do another thread. or we could keep it here. whatever you want... i think a way to end this thread is to have her flee the roof now that the door is open?

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[lacey brooke kay]

rubbing the tears off her face she got off her knees. it had all the strength in her to get off the floor from crying. she ran towards the door crying running down the stairs. until she got to her dorm. she closed the door even locked it. then got under her covers hiding from dylan. hoping to god that he wouldn't find her. that he wouldn't try to kill her. "please god! do this one thing for me. don't let him kill me. i know i'm weak and not strong enough but please do this one thing for me! i don't ask for much."

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