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Post by Mitch, Kaitlyn & Kayla Casifa on Aug 16, 2008 12:44:18 GMT -5
Kaitlyn was thinking about Eric again. She had loved him, or at least she had thought so. She walked along the path alone to think. Most people used it as a romantic spot and she couldn`t help but think that maybe he would be walking down it with her if things had gone differently that night. His mother hated her, but his older brother didn`t. He said he understood. She was scared, Eric probably would have killed her if she hadn`t killed him. She walked along the path and looked out onto the stream that she was passing. She stood there and looked at how pretty the light and reflection of all of the green leaves around it were. Tears came to her eyes as she imagined her and Eric going down this same path together. It would never happen, but she wished it would.
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Post by Nathan Parker on Aug 16, 2008 21:00:10 GMT -5
Sitting on the opposite side of the steam, atop a light colored rock suitable for a seat and surrounded by other rocks, Nathan looked at Kaitlyn. As she had been traveling down the path and towards the very spot where she now stood, thought he did not know exactly who it was at the time, he could hear her thoughts. He could still hear them, and it was one of the few occasions that he listened. He had planned to block out the thoughts of the school of troubled hunters, but, coming out here to think, he had opened his mind again. When he suddenly sensed her thoughts, his curiosity was peaked.
His golden eyes were focused on the brunette who had not yet noticed him, and he watched her eyes glisten, knowing the reason why. After her previous thoughts, he wondered why she was so overcome by regret and sad reflection. His expression was serene, but he could smell blood. More specifically, he could smell her blood. Much practice and his very recent deduction decreased its appeal almost entirely. Having noticed her blood-free long sleeves that she wore outside in the warm weather, and the faintness characteristic of old cuts, he suspected her habit. Or should he say, secret?
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Post by Mitch, Kaitlyn & Kayla Casifa on Aug 16, 2008 23:38:18 GMT -5
Kaitlyn had brought a razor with her. She was sobbing. She blamed herself for everything. It was her fault, she thought, that he beat her. She deserved it. And thats what led to everything... She brought the razor to her wrist and added another deep cut to the ones that were already there. She stared at the bloody razor for a moment, thinking about Eric and that night. He had beat her so madly that she was barely conscious. He was suspicious because she had been out all night. And then she stupidly talked back to him and things just got out of hand. After a couple minutes she looked up. It took a minute for her to notice that someone was sitting there. Fear filled her as she realized what he may have seen. Her eyes grew wide.
"How... how long have you been here?" she asked.
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Post by Nathan Parker on Aug 17, 2008 0:06:21 GMT -5
"Since you got here." Nathan answered, her thoughts still fresh on his mind, and his eyes on her. He now stood, unblinking as he studied her, his eyes darting to her bloody wrist before he agilely hopped from rock to rock. In several quick and easy strides over half submerged rocks that blended with the cool, clear water and the light, sandy bottom of the stream, he arrived on her side of the running water. His eyes returned to her as he calmly walked closer to her.
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Post by Mitch, Kaitlyn & Kayla Casifa on Aug 17, 2008 0:09:53 GMT -5
She wiped tears from her eyes and pulled her sleeve back over her wrist, though she new it would be covered in blood in a minute. She`d rather stain her shirt than just stand there with her bloody wrist in plain sight though. She couldn`t clear her head. She felt the same way she did when she tried to kill herself. But she was more in control now... well she didn`t really believe that, but she hoped it.
"You shouldn`t spy on people like that," she said quietly.
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Post by Nathan Parker on Aug 17, 2008 0:21:24 GMT -5
"And you shouldn't do that." Nathan replied, lowering his eyes to watch her roll down her sleeve in an effort to conceal her cuts, but he could already see the blood seeping through. Not to mention he could smell it, fresher than before. He raised his eyes to look into hers. "I wasn't spying on you. I was here first. I'll admit, though, I have a habit of observing people. I'm sorry." He offered, his gaze less penetrating than a moment ago, and his face softening slightly.
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Post by Mitch, Kaitlyn & Kayla Casifa on Aug 17, 2008 0:30:45 GMT -5
Kaitlyn nodded.
"Well fine. Just... this stays between us okay?" She gazed down at her wrist, "My sisters would freak if they knew I was still doing it.... they think I`m just trying to hide the cuts from before."
She angrily wiped away more tears. She had felt the instant release of all that emotion, the distraction. But finding that someone had been watching her made her feel worse. Ashamed, terrified, and hatred towards herself. Her typical feelings really, but not for right after cutting.
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Post by Nathan Parker on Aug 17, 2008 0:44:34 GMT -5
Nathan looked at her as she spoke, appearing to be considering it. "Under one condition..." He held out his hand, palm open, and glanced down at the bloody razor so that it was obvious what he wanted.
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Post by Mitch, Kaitlyn & Kayla Casifa on Aug 17, 2008 0:52:54 GMT -5
Kaitlyn handed it over slowly. She had more in her dorm. She always had enough in case she lost one or had to throw it away when someone walked in or anything like that. Still she felt stupid, like a child handing over a stolen cookie or something.
"Okay?"
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Post by Nathan Parker on Aug 17, 2008 1:00:53 GMT -5
Nathan knew that him taking her razor would not stop her. He was sure she had brought more if she was a regular cutter, and he could tell she had done it before just by smelling her old cuts. He was trying to make a point, but he knew that she did not understand it yet. He didn't know if she would, but he hoped so.
He turned around and tossed the razor into the stream, watching it disappear with a tiny splash. He then turned back to look Kaitlyn in the eye. "I'm not judging you. And, I won't tell your sisters, but you know they would only 'freak' because they care about you." He stopped and watched her, assuming she had already had this conversation with them.
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Post by Mitch, Kaitlyn & Kayla Casifa on Aug 17, 2008 1:03:09 GMT -5
'Or they think they have to,' she thought to herself, but she nodded anyway.
"Yeah. Maybe. But thats not the point."
She was staring at the spot where the razor had sunk. She had more with her but not on her and she really felt she needed it right now.
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Post by Nathan Parker on Aug 17, 2008 1:11:20 GMT -5
Of course Nathan heard her, but he could not reply to her thoughts unless he wanted her to know he could hear them, and he would preferred that she didn't. "Then what is the point?" He asked her, his eyes locked onto hers, though she was distracted by the lost razor.
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Post by Mitch, Kaitlyn & Kayla Casifa on Aug 17, 2008 1:18:38 GMT -5
"It just.... helps. I can`t deal with everything sometimes and it helps without putting me in the hospital or killing me."
Her thoughts went crazy at that last part. Her suicidal mind went into overdrive and imagined killing herself.. She already had a plan ready to go at any time. But she imagined other ways too. Just imagined the ambulance and its flashing lights and obnoxious siren, but this time they wouldn`t be able to keep her alive. That wasn`t what she had wanted, but they`d saved her anyway.
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Post by Nathan Parker on Aug 17, 2008 1:32:03 GMT -5
Nathan continued to look into her eyes as he listened to her thoughts, standing there silently. He contemplated how to respond, wondering if he would be better off revealing his ability to her, so she wouldn't able to lie, and she would know that he already understood her a little. "Why are you so intent on killing yourself?" His golden eyes searched her brown eyes for the answer.
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Post by Mitch, Kaitlyn & Kayla Casifa on Aug 17, 2008 11:47:51 GMT -5
Kaitlyn didn`t know how to respond. She didn`t really have a good answer. Not one that he would understand anyway. She figured that out while she was in therapy. Only people who had been through it could understand it.
"What makes you think I am?" she asked, tactfully avoiding the question.
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