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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 23, 2010 3:54:37 GMT
Brendan had been asleep when Braxton had dropped in and given him what he had asked him to retrieve. But Brendan shoved it back at him, told him to go and return the wretched thing. He didnt want it. Didnt want to see it. He had wasted his money on a gift that a special someone wouldnt want. So he told Braxton to trash it.
"Throw the damned thing away. I dont care. Get rid of it." He barked, turning over in his bed. And when Braxton protested, he leaned up, grabbing his twin by the shirt.
"You get rid of that ring, or Ill kill you. Dont think I wont." He turned over in his bed, trying to sleep but intead tossing and turning. His brothers screaming was getting worse, getting louder.
Hmm... What did I tell you, boy? Youre lucky I didnt destroy you while I could have. But I didnt. A thank you would be in order, I should think..
Thank you..
Youre welcome.... Now. Are you ready for the worst pain of your young life?
Please dont... please....
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 23, 2010 4:08:54 GMT
Diane's eyes opened slowly. It was dark, as she wondered vaguely what time it was. She was still in pain, but there was also a strange, fuzzy sensation that she recognised. She smiled to herself, remembering the pieces of paper that she'd kept from the last time she was in hospital. They had all been written to help her remember what had been happening, though she had been so high most of the time that the majority of them had 'Morphine is awesome' written all over them. Only now did she appreciate just how true it was.
She rested back into the bed, looking around the room and trying to find everything. Her arm was in a cast, the tattoos the imposer had given her had all been properly bandaged and cleaned, and there was a drip in her arm. She didn't know how, but she was vaguely aware that it was giving her more energy, and she wasn't going to fight that.
She turned her head to the side, seeing Brendan and smiling, her heart lifting with joy just to see his face. She felt like she could watch him forever, but in the darkness and with the drugs it was hard to believe it was real. "Brendan...." she whispered loudly, "Brendan!"
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 23, 2010 4:20:26 GMT
Brendan heard Diane and opened one eye, peeking at her childishly, the way a kid would peek at a Christmas tree on Christmas morning only after theyd fallen asleep next to it. He smiled a bit and opened his eyes, eyeing the nurse who was unbuttoning his shirt. He swatted her away, the thought of some strange woman undoing his shirt was sickening.
"Im just rewrapping your wounds, love." She said with a smile. He raised an eyebrow and began unbuttoning his shirt himself. He sat up and raised his arms, letting her wrap the bandages around his abdomen before he layed back down, uncaring if he had a shirt on or not. He looked at Diane, the girl seeming so far away since he had pushed his bed all the way to the other wall. He didnt know whether to go near her or stay where he was. The last time he tried to get close, he was pushed away.
"Youre looking a little healthier... Not quite as bony..." He mumbled with a shrug, then looked up at the ceiling, his decsion to trash the treasure seeming more right now than it ever would.
Ignorance is kind...
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 23, 2010 4:28:46 GMT
Diane smiled, her eyes wandering as she felt her concentration falling. She blinked and shook her head, forcing herself to stay focussed on the man in front of him. Why did he have to be so far away? "I can't have gained that much weight in a night... especially when I haven't eaten anything solid yet..." she said, assuming it was true, but then at some point of slipping between reality and dreams she must have had a drink, since her throat didn't burn as badly anymore.
She felt jealous of the woman being able to touch him, being able to be close to him and hold his hand in hers. Was Brendan really there, or was this just a strange hallucination? That would explain the pretty colours.... She reached out her hand, holding it out to him even though she knew it was too far for him to touch. She felt her eyes water, dark thoughts of the demon coming back to her, dreadful memories and intentions spinning through her mind. "Brendan.... I love you...." she said softly, just wanting to hold his hand, make sure he was real.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 23, 2010 4:37:00 GMT
Brendan walked to her, intertwining his fingers with hers. He sat down on the floor, leaning against a night table they had put in their room. Why, he didnt know. But it was something for him to lean on. He looked down at his feet, pulling his knees to his throbbing chest. He wiggled his toes, watching them wiggle back in response.
Wow. Youre really an idiot.
Oh really. Just figuring this out, are we?
I will kill you. In fact, Ill kill you and carry you to hell myself!
What makes you so sure Im going to hell?
Because youre a baaaad boy, Brendan. Youre a bad boy.
Hows that?
Youre in love... And she doesnt love you. You know it. Dont deny you dont.
Liar...
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 23, 2010 4:43:48 GMT
She smiled, feeling peace washing over her as Brendan's fingers wrapped in hers. "Thank God...." she said under her breath, a tear running down her cheek. "I thought...." she smiled to herself, feeling embarrassed for a moment. "I thought something had happened. I was so scared you wouldn't be here when I woke up. I was scared I was hallucinating...." she said, closing her eyes tightly.
"Brendan.... Brendan, that ghost-thing.... She did some awful things," she told him, her words coming stiffly. It was hard to say them when she was still feeling so weak, but it was impossible to keep them on her chest. "She-" she choked, tightening her grip on Brendan's hand, "I should have fought her more, Brendan... why didn't I fight her?"
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 23, 2010 4:53:00 GMT
Brendan looked up at her, then kissed her hand gently. He didnt know why. He probably never would.
"Probably the same reason why I cant fight my brother... Because we dont know how..." He shrugged, his answer sounding terrible, corny. He wished he could kiss her, hold her. But he knew he couldnt. The same way he knew she would never feel the way he felt about her. And it hurt. But it was something he just couldnt help. He felt bad that he couldnt help her. It killed him inside to know he just couldnt give her the answers she needed. He wished he could make the pain go away..
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 23, 2010 5:02:10 GMT
Diane's tears didn't stop, and she didn't find this much excuse, "I fought for you.... I fought because I loved you and I could feel what she wanted to do to you and... it hurt me," she said, pulling herself up with her good hand and leaning over the bed, looking down at Brendan, needing him to be with her now more than ever. "Why didn't I just fight that much with other people? Why did I let it go so far when I was strong enough...?" she asked, resting her head back on the pillow. "I was so... in pain... so confused.... I didn't know which were her thoughts and which were mine..."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 23, 2010 5:10:10 GMT
Brendan shrugged, knowing she couldnt see him. But still he did it. He didnt have the answer. Didnt know why. But still he wanted to try and make it better.
"Maybe its because I was the only one who gave an effort?" He questioned, his chest starting to hurt.
You know its because she wanted to. Dont lie to yourself.
"Maybe you were just confused.." He sat on the edge of her bed, wondering why he didnt have the answer for once.
Maybe its because youre a terrible person... Maybe its just because she hates you...
Shut UP!
Brendan gritted his teeth as his brother became louder, much louder. He didnt know how much more of this he could take.
Then blow out your brains, why dont you?! She wont miss you. Hell, shell probably turn to Brax, love him. Because hes gay. You know thats why she doesnt love you. You know its why..
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 23, 2010 5:18:24 GMT
Diane sighed, finding it hard to cry and feel sorry for herself so much. It wasn't going to put anything right. "I feel so... horrible." she said, curling herself around Brendan as best she could while keeping the needle in her arm. "I just wanted...." she shook her head. "You're right, I was confused. Every second I was confused. You weren't the only one to give an effort, though. I had other people who tried..." she looked down, ashamed at herself, feeling like she needed to go for a shower that lasted at least a year.
She looked up at him, resting against him, "I just remember seeing you and thinking 'No.... No, I can't take it take Brendan. Anything but Brendan.'"
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 23, 2010 5:26:00 GMT
Brendan pulled her into his lap, careful not to remove the needle the nurse had put in her arm. He held her close, carefully.
"Diane.. I dont know.." He whispered, kissing her head gently. He rocked her slowly, gently. He held her as close as he could, glad that she was finally in his arms. He wished she could stay there forever, in his lap. Her warmth was comforting to his cold chest.
Anger and agony are better than misery...
He shook his head, hugging her as tight as he dared, which turned out to be not that tight at all. He caressed her hair, rubbed her back, tried to do everything he could to comfort her somehow. But he was sure he was failing miserably.
"Diane, look at me." He said, tipping her chin back and pressing his lips gently to hers. "I dont know the answer. And I probably never will. But beating yourself up over some mystery isnt going to do any good. I couldnt have done that the whole time you were gone, but I didnt. I had to have faith you were coming back."
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 23, 2010 5:32:29 GMT
Diane pressed herself closely to Brendan, even if he wouldn't let himself hold her too tightly, Diane didn't mind the pain. It somehow felt fitting to be in so much pain. She pressed a hand against his cheek, knowing that she was a monster for concentrating on what she could have done to Brendan when there were far worse things that she did do. She pressed her lips over his, cherishing the moment and fearing the next, her cracked lips brushing against his uncomfortably but still feeling so right....
"I'm scared you won't love me... when you find out...." she said, closing her eyes lightly, stopping herself from crying.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 23, 2010 5:39:34 GMT
Brendan shook his head, gazing into her beautiful eyes. He could have drowned in them, had he not known there was something on his chest had to get out.
"Diane, I will never stop loving you. And yes, I know that sounds far fetched, like the biggest lie youve ever heard. But its the God-honest truth. I will never stop loving you. I would rather die myself than go a day knowing you didnt love me. You just dont realize how bad I need you, how madly in love I am with you. And you probably never will." He sighed, lying her back down. "But what you do and dont belive is beyond my control. All I can do is tell you that youre my heart and soul, my everything... And hope you believe me. Its impossible for me to not love you, Diane.."
He slipped from her bed, feeling too tempted to hold her for much, much longer. He sat back on the floor and leaned against the table.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 23, 2010 5:48:11 GMT
Diane smiled, feeling herself growing tired already. Stupid morphine. Stupid demon thing. Stupid sleep. "I think I get it," she said, lying back down and resting her head softly against the pillow, careful to only stay on her good side. "Brendan...." she said softly, her eyes welling up again, knowing that the awful truth was in front of her, waiting to be spoken aloud, knowing that it would bite back at her so much harder if she didn't say it. "She... the spirit... she...." she burried her head in the pillow. "She murdered. And she r-raped," she said, trying to say the words as quickly as possible, before she began to sob, remembering the lives which she had destroyed.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 25, 2010 4:19:52 GMT
Brendan shook his head, the moster disgusting him more than he could ever have imagined. He kissed her forehead, knowing it wasnt much comfort but still doing it, hoping she would realize that he was there for anything she needed.
"But the thing to remember is that it wasnt you. Personally. It was her. And no matter how blurred the line may be, its still a line. And its been drawn." He kissed her lips gently, brushing her hair from her face. He wished he could be of more comfort, be of more help to her in such a difficult time. But he knew he couldnt.
Because youre worthless. Do you know that?
He shook his head, trying to get his brothers voice out of his head. But knowing he couldnt. That his brother wouldnt leave. He may never be freed of the horrible spirit. And he would have to get over it and live his life as best he could. And hopefully Diane would be there for him. But he doubted it. He wasnt a person very many people could get along with, not a person many girls would love. And he doubted it would be much longer before she too left him, cold and alone.
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