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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 19, 2010 22:48:35 GMT
Brendan lay in bed, his wrists wrapped in bandages along with his abdomen. He had been crying, the past week catching up with him. Braxton had came to hospital and helped him home, since Diane sure as hell wouldnt. He turned over, his tears spilling onto his pillow.
He heard a knock at the door and jumped, afraid it might be Diane. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw it was Braxton coming back to help him.
"Hey bro." He mumbled, curling back into his fetal position.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 19, 2010 22:52:05 GMT
Braxton sighed. Brendan had been in shambles the whole time he had gotten back. He walked over to his brother, pushing his hair from his forehead.
"Its okay, Brendan. Shell be okay. She wont leave..." He whispered, not really believing it. He had seen her and she had looked so much like the guy who hd tried to rape him. He shook his head. He had told Brendan about it and he didnt seem shocked. He guessed he knew about this guy.
"Its not her.."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 19, 2010 23:02:46 GMT
Brendan shook his head, wanting to scream at Braxton, but knowing he was the only one who was there to help him, knowing he was the only one who loved him.
"She doesnt love me, Braxton. And I dont know why Im helping her but I am." He shook his head and pulled Braxton to him, wanting help to sit up. "She doesnt love me anymore. Shes not coming back."
Once he was sitting up, he reached for his guitarpicks, the ones Diane had picked for him. He threw them at the wall, the picks scattering.
"Can you get me some more picks?" He asked, looking at him with tears in his eyes. "I-I cant use those.."
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 19, 2010 23:06:43 GMT
Braxton nodded. "Ill get you some as soon as youre tucked in. You need help getting in the bath?" He asked, his heart breaking at the pain his brother was going through.
He kissed his forehead, only to see Brendan break down into tears again. That mustve been something Diane had done before she went senile. He wiped away his brothers tears, his heart aching for his brother, knowing there was no way he could help him unless he could get that thing out of Diane. And he knew he couldnt. Unless someone at the library knew something about demons, which he doubted..
He heaved a sigh, wishing he could help his poor brother.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 20, 2010 0:10:11 GMT
Brendan shook his head, a bath not sounding like a good idea. That would mean unwrapping all his wounds and getting soap in them, with hurt about as bad as loosing Diane. She had been his angel, his whole world. And then everything had been taken away from him, the rug pulled clear out from beneath his feet. He cried harder, his sobs causing him to hiccup. Everything had gone wrong, everything had soured. And he wanted it back the way it was. He had fallen in love with a girl who didnt love him anymore and it killed him inside. She had been the first girl he had truly loved, the first girl who had meant anything to him. And he had lost all that in a night.
"Diane.." He cried, pulling his knees closer to his chest.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 20, 2010 0:47:58 GMT
There was a quiet knock on the door, as Kit stood outside Brendan's door, wondering if he should let himself in or not. He thought it over in his mind, as he had been the whole way, wondering if it was more rude to enter uninvited or to force him to get up and open the door. Nervously, he reached for the handle, seeing that it was unlocked and peering his head around the doorway.
He saw instantly the scene before him, seeing how much Brendan was crying and suspecting it wasn't the pain, though he certainly looked like he'd seen better days. "Uuuh...." he stammered, forgetting why he had been there in the first place, "I... I heard what happened. Uh, with the infection, I mean..." he said, obviously meaning that he hadn't heard anything about whatever was making him cry. "I was just coming to check up on you, but I can go now if you want me to..."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 20, 2010 0:55:46 GMT
Brendan wiped away his tears quickly, a bit scared of what Kit might think.
"Yeah. Hurts like hell. Itll bring a grown man to his knees. And I obviously dont cry too easily." Brendan tried to sit up, but figured he couldnt, so he just rolled over. He waved to Braxton as he said his hellos to Kit and his goodbyes to Brendan, saying he would be back with the picks later.
"So...." He mumbled, not exactly knowing what to say. He had been that way ever since he had met Kit. Although they kinda clicked from the beginning, he didnt know his limits or where he drew the line. He didnt know if he knew about him and Diane, and he was kind of scared to tell him. But maybe he could help. Brendan sat up on his elbows, cringing as he reached for a shirt.
"Sorry man. It gets kinda hot with these things on.." He mumbled, putting on a button-down shirt.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 20, 2010 1:04:16 GMT
Kit looked at him concerned, stepping into the room and smiling politely to Braxton, though the two barely knew each other. He walked across the room, sitting down on a chair that was in the room, convincing himself to calm down. All of his friends seemed to falling apart in front of his eyes, as he seemed to be the only one immune to the bad luck chain that seemed to run through the school. "Nah, its cool." he said shrugging, realising that he should really stay comfortable.
"So...." he said again, leaning forwards in his chair, hoping that just being there would help him but still feeling tempted that the best option was to run for the door. He just wanted to take everyone's pain away. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, leaving the question as open as he could.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 20, 2010 1:13:47 GMT
Brendan looked down at his feet and wiggled his toes.
"Diane and I started dating.. I dont know if you know her or not." He looked towards Kit and forced a smile. "But now shes possessed by a demon and doesnt love me anymore."
He shrugged, pretending it didnt bother him at all.
Oh. It bothers you.
"I dont know what to do. I fell pretty hard for her.." He mumbled, buttoning his shirt with one hand as he bit his lip.
Fell hard? Your madly in love with a girl who doesnt want you!!
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 20, 2010 1:20:53 GMT
Kit listened and frowned. Diane... there was more than one Diane in the school, but he suspected which one was the one he was talking about. It certainly fitted with the timing, since she had completely transformed recently, and her name had been cropping up with Crys's rants time and time again. "I... don't know her, no." he said, looking down and feeling completely sympathetic, looking up at him. "Why do you think she doesn't love you? Surely if she said that it could just the demon?" he asked, trying to sound as calm as he could, despite how strange the nature of the conversation was.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 20, 2010 1:28:51 GMT
Brendan shook his head.
"Im sure its her. But I promised her I would get that demon out and I dont know how.." he sighed, knowing Kit couldnt help. He felt like he was letting Diane down and it hurt. But not as much as the fact that she was no longer his. But a toy to that thing.
"Im so worthless. I cant help her at all.." He felt a tear slip down his face and wiped at it quickly. "And I dont know anyone who can. I didnt even think demons existed..."
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 20, 2010 1:42:26 GMT
Kit looked at him, not convinced at his answer, but realising that without knowing either of them well enough he couldn't exactly argue. He sighed, understanding completely his state of helplessness, "I... don't know what to suggest." he said truthfully, looking around himself as if he would suddenly capture some inspiration. "I mean... demons are Necromancy stuff, right? There's the new teacher, and the old teacher's still in town. I don't know if they'd be able to help, but its a shot isn't it?" he finished lamely, realising that the teachers had probably never had any experience with real demons before.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 20, 2010 1:48:10 GMT
Brendan nodded, gaining his hope back then loosing it all in one second.
"They wouldnt help me. Besides, I cant get out of this bed.." He punched the sheet, realizing the genius plan would work because his stupid brother decided to eat him alive.
Its not my fault.
Yes it is! I could save her if you would have done this! See if I get you a body...
Dont get me a body, and Ill be sure to finish you off this time..
Brendan cringed, trying to sit up but failing miserably. For once there was a glimmer of hope, then everything had crumbled in two lousy seconds. "Its never work. I cant move. Let alone walk.."
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 20, 2010 1:53:53 GMT
He looked up at him, licking his lips in nervous contemplation. "If... If you need to then I could do it for you? I could bring them here, if you like. I'm sure you'd know what to say to them more than I did, since I don't even know who she is..." he told him with a small shrug, hoping that this would at least take some of his pain away, leaving the rest to heal in time.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 20, 2010 1:58:59 GMT
Brendan shook his head. "Id hate to ask you to do something like this. You dont owe me anything..."
Aww. Giving up on her so soon?
Shut up!
Get me my body!
No!
Brendan screamed out in pain as his chest began to hurt, ache as his brother tortured him. He bit his lip, his breathing becoming heavy and uneven.
Do it..
I will when I can move! Stop it!
"I-Id really hate to put a burden on you man. Dont think you have to do anything for me.. Because you dont..."
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