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Post by zv on Mar 20, 2011 14:34:09 GMT -5
 Braeydon Allen[/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - HOUSE FULL OF ROSES, A LETTER ON THE STAIRSa tape full of messages for anyone who cares[/center] The sting of the blade bit down into his flesh, and the junior winced, letting out a pained whimper as it neatly buried itself. It easily sliced through his flesh as he pulled it, slicing his flesh open like the several times he had already. Some were deep, others were shallow. Some like the one he just made were extremely deep, and the blood gently oozed from the wounds, spilling down his arm, staining the white sheets of the bed he was sitting on. It was a miracle that he was even able to cut himself like he was, because the arm he was using was covered in more blood than the one he was beginning to slice. Varying wounds on his arm littered it from the elbow and below, spilling the droplets of blood on the sheets. Braeydon was so into cutting himself that he didn't realize that he was slightly woozy from the blood loss. It had overcome him again...the depression. But lately, it seemed to always be able to swarm Braeydon and drag him under, nearly making him suffocate. And it was always during the times he was alone that it seemed to be at its worst.
Again, the soft whimper fell from Braeydon's lip as he drew the lines in his arm, neatly cutting himself more with the razor. Gently, he paused, his eyes spilling out tears of pain and sadness, and he gripped the metal in his hand, letting his mind wrap around all the depressing things that he felt when he was all alone. Surely Dylan wouldn't approve of this. 'But Dylan won't know...' And Charlie? What would she think? 'Charlie won't know either. No one will know anything about this. This is my problem...no one else's,' Braey thought to himself, his arms trembling. Blood covered fingers slipped and the razor was dropped to the bloody bed for a moment as he hunched over, letting the feel of the stinging cuts in his arms keep him tethered to reality. 'I'm not worth it. If I cut myself more..maybe it'll get better...' Such an irrational thought.
The tears spilled from jade eyes even more than they already were, and his fingers fumbled, grabbing the razor once more before he began to run it over his arm again, his eyes closing. The thin blade easily cut his arm open, and he began to run it over the same wound repeatedly, feeling the burn as he bit back the noise of pain. Each cut was beginning to go deeper than the last under those tattoos, and he still kept slicing into the wound, drawing more blood with every little millimeter he went deeper. Braeydon closed his eyes, feeling the warm trickle of blood go down his arm, increasing a little more each time as he did, while his mind blocked out everything else.
muse; bleh.
lyrics; victim - avenged sevenfold
listening to; pandora radio
tagged; jer <3
notes; thank you, luff, for doing this for me
credits; template to moi. so no stealing!
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Post by charlie on Mar 20, 2011 19:07:17 GMT -5
  She missed him terribly, her best friend in the whole world. Charlie had felt like it had been an absolute eternity since she had spent time with Braeydon and she needed it. Everything seemed to be going insane and with graduation approaching Charlie was getting more and more nervous about what she was going to do next. She had an idea but the thought of being without her best friend since he was only a junior made Charlie sad. Even if she didn’t always seem Braey for more than a few moments each day, and there were days she didn’t even get that, there was always the security in knowing that they lived together and he would always be there in some capacity. She felt the same way about Dylan, but with Braeydon is was stronger, he was the best friend she had ever had and she was so afraid of losing him which was silly since she was dating his Ben but she just couldn’t help it. That was Charlie, overdramatizing and overanalyzing every little thing making it bigger than it was and worrying more than anyone should.
As she opened her door, a giggle escaped her lips, excited that she might actually get to spend some time with Braeydon. ”Braey are you ho…” Charlie’s words stopped, her blue eyes snapped open in shock and horror at the sight of her best friend. So much blood, more than Charlie was sure she had ever seen before in her life. A gasp escaped her lips as she ran towards her best friend, almost tripping over her bag as she threw it down to the ground. ”DOLLFACE!” Her voice frightened her, the plea of desperation that came out with it, the fear that something god awful had happened to one of the most important people in her life. Having to pass her bed to get to Braeydon, Charlie ripped her pink sheet from the bed, her comforter rising up in the air before it fell to the floor. Trying to get to the male as quickly as she could, Charlie stumbled over her sheet falling to the floor, jumping back up the best she could with her legs wrapped up in the long piece of cloth. It felt like it was taking her an eternity to cross the tiny room, every step she took seemed to rip her breath from her body. Charlie was terrified beyond words.
As her body stumbled onto the blood covered bed, Charlie looked at her best friend staring into his jade eyes. The sadness damn near killed her and right then and there she knew exactly how bad things were. ”Dollface please…please give me that razor. I’m begging you to give it to me.” Her words were soft, almost inaudible but Charlie knew that her best friend would be able to hear her. She wanted to grab it from his hand but she was so afraid of doing any more damage than he had already done. ”W-w-why are you doing this Braeydon? Please talk to me. I’m here…I should have been here more. I could have helped you. Please Dollface, please.” Tears were streaming down her face as she tried to carefully wipe up what blood she could from him. She had to fix this, take care of her best friend. ”I love you Dollface.” Charlie could not live without him and at this point she was terrified that if she didn’t help him things would go too far. They had already gone far enough.
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TAGGED: braeydon
WORDS: idk
LYRICS: warmness on the soul by avenged sevenfold
NOTES: -sigh-
CREDIT: header credit to ♥ fireh ♥
the rest belongs to me, jericka! kthanks!
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Post by zv on Mar 28, 2011 4:30:54 GMT -5
Braeydon Allen [/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - HOUSE FULL OF ROSES, A LETTER ON THE STAIRSa tape full of messages for anyone who cares[/center] ”Braey are you ho…” Braey hadn't even heard the words, or the door opening. He hadn't been aware of anything at all except for how deep he was cutting that same wound, repeatedly lashing at it until it burned so bad that he thought he was going to scream from it. But he just bit his lip and shook his head, panting to himself, sucking in air before holding his breath with each stroke of the razor on his skin. ”DOLLFACE!” The shriek made Braey jump, and his eyes widened, like a deer in the headlights, as he froze. His heart thundered in his chest and echoed in his ears, and he just froze up where he was sitting, the blood trickling in steady streams down his arms, staining his white sheets crimson. There was no proper way to react, except for kicking himself internally, hating the fact that he wasn't paying attention and that Charlie had stumbled in. Words fumbled over in his mind, each excuse lamer than the last, and before he knew it, Charlie was in front of him, clinging to a sheet and staring him in the eyes.
”Dollface please…please give me that razor. I’m begging you to give it to me.” Ashamed, Braey looked away from Charlie, but held out a shaking, bloody hand, dropping the razor away from himself as he trembled. He hated himself, his own guts, and wanted desperately to make himself better. Cutting wasn't going to make him better, but he damn well felt better when he'd been cutting, feeling like he was slicing away all his imperfections to make his parents happy, to make them see who he really was. Braeydon would never stop loving Dylan, oh no, but he wanted to cut away everything else that made him so bad in their eyes. It was horrible. ”W-w-why are you doing this Braeydon? Please talk to me. I’m here…I should have been here more. I could have helped you. Please Dollface, please.” Tears slipped down his face, soaking through the tear tracks that were already there, and his lips opened before closing, only a hiss leaving his lips as the sheet touched his lacerated arms. Braey knew Charlie wasn't trying to hurt him, but he still flinched regardless.
”I love you Dollface.” The guilt ripped at him, and Braeydon shut his eyes, trembling a little. "I'm so...so.." he whispered, choking out through the pain, both emotional and physical. "So sorry." The two words were forced out in a sob, and he shook. "I know...I know I'm horrible. I know I'm bad. I'm so sorry. I just want to be better...I want to make them happy. I want...I want to make them see..." he sobbed out, the tears flowing thick and fast as his voice rose a little with the force of his sobs. "I want them to love me too," he whispered, his eyes stinging as he sobbed out heavily. "I.. I don't want to be alone anymore." Dylan was sometimes gone, and normally, that was okay. But lately, things seemed so unstable, and Braey needed as much support as he could gather. Every day was a test for him, struggling to get through things. Eventually, it would get better, but only if he could get through this time now. If he didn't get through this, there was no telling where he would end up.
muse; bleh.
lyrics; victim - avenged sevenfold
listening to; pandora radio
tagged; jer <3
notes; ;-;
credits; template to moi. so no stealing!
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Post by charlie on Mar 28, 2011 10:15:40 GMT -5
Her own tears streamed down her face, the black Christian Dior mascara running into her blue eyes burning but she didn’t care. Braeydon was damn near the most important thing in Charlie’s life and here she was terrified that she hadn’t done enough, that it was too damn late to help him. It couldn’t be. Charlie felt like she had six elephants standing on her chest, each breath she took seemed almost impossible. She was so frightened, not just because there was so much blood but because she had no idea what Braey had done to himself, how deep the cuts were. She couldn’t lose him, she just couldn’t. If there was one person on the face of the earth that Charlie couldn’t live without it would be Braeydon. He was and always would be the best friend she had ever had and to have to go through her life without him, Charlie couldn’t bear the thought of it. Gasping as she tried to suck some form of air into her lungs, Charlie watched as her best friend dropped the razor. Almost out of instinct, or maybe it was the fear that he would pick it back up, Charlie snapped her arm out grabbing the razor as quickly as she could before sending the metal object clear across the room. She didn’t care where it landed as long as it wasn’t in arms reach of Braeydon.
Sobbing as she tried to wipe away some of the blood, Charlie’s hands pulled back as she heard the noise she caused to escape Braeydon’s lips. She still had no idea how deep the cuts were but as long as Braey was responsive then there was a good chance that he hadn’t gone too deep. She prayed he hadn’t gone too deep. What on earth had he done this? She had been so damn selfish, spending her free time with Ben when she knew things were bad for her best friend. How on earth could she have done this to him when he needed her the most? Charlie could have prevented this, helped Braeydon through what he was going through but she had been so caught up in her own life not even thinking that maybe her best friend would need her, thinking that…she had no idea what she was thinking. Clearly she was only thinking of herself. Charlie wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, beg for Braeydon to forgive her but it was like her words were stuck in her throat. She was afraid that he wouldn’t forgive her, afraid that if he had gone too far his last words would be words of hate. Looking back down at his arm, her eyes tried to focus through the burning on the slices but it was almost impossible to see how deep they were through the blood flowing from them. ”Dollface I n-need to clean so-some of this up, okay?” Charlie couldn’t stop sobbing. As gently as she could, she blotted some of the blood away with her pink bed sheet. It wasn’t helping. She needed to put pressure on the wounds and try and stop the bleeding all together. Fumbling for a corner of the sheet, Charlie wrapped the cloth around one arm, then the other. If she needed to, Charlie would call her father. He had still been in Jacksonville making sure that everything was all set with Toby and Angel.
He wouldn’t look in her eyes and it hurt her, but Charlie tried to understand. She had let him down, she should have been there by his side whenever he needed her. Her head shook from side to side as Braeydon apologized. Why on earth was he apologizing to her? She didn’t deserve an apology. With each word that left his lips, Charlie felt his pain, adding it to her guilt for not being the best friend she could be. She wanted to explode, or die, or hold him and make everything all better. She had to make everything all better, that was what she did but his damn parents seemed to have a hold over him, cutting their evil words into him both literally and emotionally. Braeydon Allen was one of the sweetest people Charlie had ever known. There was nothing wrong with him. ”No Dollface, just no. Please don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong..you’re perfect just the way you are. Please… please know that. If they can’t see how wonderful you are Dollface then they’re blind.” Her tears were streaming down her face even harder, the black mascara dripping onto her dress. Charlie threw her arms around her best friend, holding onto him for dear life. ”I want them to love you too Dollface. I want them to see what I see, what Dylan sees.” Charlie rested her head on her best friends shoulder, her arms still wrapped around him. ”I am so sorry Braeydon. Please forgive me. I was so selfish. I should have been here for you. I should have made sure that you were okay. You are the most important person in my life.” Her arms slowly let go of her best friend as she sat up to look into his eyes. ”I promise you that you’re not alone. I’m here, I’ll always be here. Just please don’t leave me, I can’t do all of this without you.” Braeydon had always been her rock. Whether he knew it or not his tough love kept her grounded, made her realize that when she was being dramatic, couldn’t see things realistically that things weren’t as bad as she made them out to be. Braeydon Allen was her voice of reason when she couldn’t hear a damn thing anyone else was saying.
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TAGGED: braeydon
WORDS: idk
LYRICS: warmness on the soul by avenged sevenfold
NOTES: definitely sobbing as i wrote this.
CREDIT: header credit to ♥ fireh ♥
the rest belongs to me, jericka! kthanks!
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