Fairytale Prison

"Wanna hear a story?"

[dylan-macy]

Alright I’m not disappear in again but in seems like I cant catch a break. My parents broke up on New Years. I went crazy. Beat the shit out of myself. Gave myself a black eye. Left my house to get away from drama and then there was drama where I went and its just snowballing. So I’m still here just getting my head right.

[elliotdavisguard-blog-deactivat]

Elliot sighed, “I won’t tell anyone but…it’s never pointless to try. You can love someone and someone will love you. You just have to find the person you makes you happy. Micah has 2 people in her head, a child and an adult….and you’ve seen both of them.”

Elliot brushed some hair from her face and smiled, “You are a beautiful girl, Dylan. No matter who who you become…you will always be Dylan to me.”

[dylan-macy]

Dylan didn't know what to think about Elliot. How could someone who lost their love be so resilient? Didn't he hurt? Were there no tatters on his heart? "Nobody has ever bothered with me and I don't think I have the strength to bother with anybody. I'm too afraid they're all laughing at me anyway." She crinkled her nose a bit as he tucked her hair behind her head. Reaching up in an attempt to catch his hand in her dainty little paw. "Thank you, Elliot. For being so kind to me." She slowly released her grip on him and let her eyes fall into her lap, hoping her hair could curtain her bashfulness. "It's making me very grateful that I'm lucid. It's nice to feel like a normal person sometimes."

[ansleynolan]

Ansley sighed at her words. She wouldn’t force anyone to speak to her if they didn’t want to. But if something happened to the girl and Ansley could of stopped it, she wouldn’t be able to sleep soundly. Not that this job had already taken that away from her. She held out her hand to the girl. “Well, I’m Ansley Nolan. I’m a recreational therapist and if you ever want to talk, don’t be afraid to come find me.”

[dylan-macy]

Dylan eyed the woman suspciously. She couldn't be sure who was lying to her and who was telling her the truth. She had learned from personal experience that when someone knows that you're not always yourself sometimes they thing it opens up the door for them to be someone else. Often times in high school people would take advantage of Dylan's episodes and make a giant games about it. She remember one times some guys from the football team allowed her to run rampant on a false crusade to slay an imaginary dragon because Dylan has slipped out of reality while they were watching a movie. She woke up two days later lost in the woods covered in filth and her own blood.

"What is a recreational therapist exactly?"

[elliotdavisguard-blog-deactivat]

"Make your own fairy tale with a man or woman that managed to steal your heart. It’s all real if you want to work for it. I know…I had a fairytale life before it was taken from me. I had never met a man like James and life was perfect…until James was killed on the job. Life spiraled out of control for me but I’m just now getting back on my feet, trying to make my life better so I can try again at having that fairy tale life."

Elliot put a hand on her knee and pulled at her slightly, “I could have taken my own life so many times but I knew that James wouldn’t have wanted me to do that. Is there someone here that you love? Someone you want to get close to?”

[dylan-macy]

As she listened to him she thought about what he must have gone through. To have found his Prince Charming, but lost him before the happily ever after. There could not have been anything worse than that. That isn't something she could have lived through. "No." She looked down at her hands. Thinking about all the pretty faces she had fallen for at first glance and all the bridges that were burn the minute they realized what Dylan was. Nobody wants to climb a town for a Princess behind bars, guarded by fire breathing dragons, covered in soot. There is even less demand to peice together a girl that broke to peices a long time ago.

"It would be pointless to try. I can't love anyone because I never know anyone for long and nobody can love me because I'm fifteen different people a day." Her eyes settled back on his and she sighed softly. "You won't tell anyone what I've said will you?" Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. " I don't like the other guards as much as you especially not the one that Micah seems to like so much."

[elliotdavisguard-blog-deactivat]

"To prove them wrong. To conquer them and make your own life." Elliot's voice was firm. He had been there....right after the fire and right after he had lost his lover. "Find something thats....you. that you want. Not this demon that lives in your head. Tell. Me....is there something you want most in the world?"

[dylan-macy]

He was saying all the right things that someone should say to a person wanting to end their own life. To live in spite of what akes you miserable. Use it to build yourself up don't let it tear you down and all those other cliches. She watched his stern expression that didn't fit on his features. Patiently waiting for him to finish speaking before she answered his question. "No." She didn't really have anything to live for did she? Her family was ruined. Theere was nobody fight for her or with her. "The only thing I ever wanted was the fairytale. The happily ever after. But I'm not even here for the story." She sighed and finally broke the eye contact. Loooking away as far as she could. No even wanting him in her side view as the tears started to fall down her face. "It's not real. No matter how hard I want to believe. I will get no fairytale and I can't become one either because it doesn't exist." She pulled her legs up and moved over the side of the chair since he decided to block her off from the front. "Nothing is permanent. Everything is fleeting and fake. Me. You. Any friendship I will ever try to make. Even my family gave up and decided to drop me off so they didn't have to deal with it anymore." She folded her arms over her chest and kept her back to him. Nobody knew her well enough to see her cry.

[elliotdavisguard-blog-deactivat]

Elliot knew that mop of blond hair and he smiled. He was about to say something sweet until he heard those words come from her lips.

"Why do you want to do that, pretty one? You just got back and I know there's a little bird in that castle who need a lovely little dove to help her. Don't give up so easily."

Elliot bent down in front of Dylan with a slight frown on his lips.

[dylan-macy]

Dylan jumped a bit. She didn't know someone could hear her. Worse of all for her it was Elliot. The guard that she had befriended. The very handsome guard. Who now knew tha she was a loon, with first hand observation. Her big birght eyes never left him as he knelt in front of her. She was raw. Weak and tired from the lack of nutrition that she had been getting. Angry at all the time she had missed. Lonely because she felt like her family had left her behind. She sneered a bit as she leaned forward, only inches away from his face. 

"If someone else keeps taking something of yours and using it for themselves, and you never have it. What is the point of it being yours at all? Now imagine that is your life. Someone else is living your life. You have no control or memories or choice in any matter. Why on earth would I keep doing it?" She raised her eyebrows curiously, waiting from him to give her a good reason, because she couldn't come up with one.  Her eyes boring holes into his. She was radiating darkness. Like a storm cloud had blocked out the ray of sunshine she usually was. 

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[ansleynolan]

Ansley watched as the girl wrote in her diary. She wasn’t going to look over and try to read it. She believed that everyone, in patients, deserve their privacy. It was what came after the disturbed the therapist. “I’m sorry…what did you say?”

[dylan-macy]

The realization that she didn't want to live anymore was still a surprise to her. So when she saw someone reacting to her, she didn't know what to say. She didn't feel like elaboarting becaause she was still trying to figure out how she felt. She had never complicated suicide before. She brushed some wet hair out of her face, still fresh out of the shower. Closing her book as the female approached her. "Nothing."

She had been at this place for weeks but still knew nobody.

[dylan-macy]

No. 4

It's getting worse. I can't remember any lucid time since my last journal entry. I was talking to this guy and then blank space. I was suppose to come here to get better but I haven't been myself in weeks. It's after Christmas and I don't remember having any contact from back home. It's like the whole family died when Grandma passed. 

If this is living. I don't want to do it anymore.

She dropped the pen inot her book, followed by a few teardrops. She took a deep breath as she moved her shaking hands up to her chest.

Whispering in audibly under her breath as a teardrop rolled over her lips. "I want to die."

[micah-fairchild]

"So you want peer pressure, huh?  Here’s a little secret:  you don’t need to be good at manipulating people to be a pusher.  Drugs and sex are an easy sell."  He wondered if any of this was true of Dylan as well as ‘Carrie’.  "So what are you scared of?  Wouldn’t it be worse to miss out on things?"  This was what she apparently wanted.  "I mean, I vote ‘be a whore’.  I took a chastity vow, and I’m still not that repressed.”

Micah wanted to get at least one anecdote out before he stopped talking about his dream mom.  ”She went to France once … I threw a party while she was gone.  I invited a ton of people over and they made a mess.  Mom was really mad when she got back and saw it.  We spent the afternoon cleaning together.  We cleaned and cleaned until the whole house was shiny again.”  His voice went soft and he stared off into space as if the sad nostalgia was overwhelming him.  ”The school is massive.  We can just wander aimlessly.  Maybe find a piano.  Maybe hang out in my dorm.  I can show you the card I got when I took my purity pledge if you want.”

[dylan-macy]

"Yeah I guess." She chewed on her lip as she thought about the things he said. "So purity pledge? Does that mean I'm not the only virgin in this room?" She giggled a bit and smiled softly as she watched him speak about his mother. "It seems like you two have a very special bond. I'm jealous." She glanced around the room and brushed her fingers through her hair as he offered the tour they had been talking about.

"YES." She nodded her head eagerly and jumped out of her chair. Smoothing out her knee length white skin. "Any of that sounds excellent right now. Lead the way."

[elserina]

[lilwolfmikah-deactivated2018072]

Micah laughed and leaned back against Dylan’s legs, “Yes, we flock together.”

A soft moan escaped her lips as her eyes closed. She loved having her hair played with. She melted whenever that happened. 

"I don’t want to fly away from anyone. Not from you, Cub or Wolf."

[dylan-macy]

"Good because I have to tell you something that is kind of hard to explain." She exhaled slowly. "The first time we met. I wasn't exactly myself. I make up these stories in my head and they sort of take over. I didn't actually remember you from anywhere but my brain made me really think I did, and even looking at you now it's like I know you for a long time." She continued putting Micah's hair in a bunch of braids. "I wasn't really a captive of a drug dealer. That wasn't true. I lived with my Dad and my Grandparents in Wisconsin." 

"I'm really sorry I lied. I didn't mean to, I guess my subconscious just really wanted to know you."

[micah-fairchild]

"They’re delicious if you like the taste of vodka?  Yeah, um, the jello flavor doesn’t mask that, you know.  It’s not like they were charging, how come you didn’t take one?”  He also giggled, quietly and timidly as if he was still a little insecure.  He couldn’t not, though, because her body language legitimately made him smile.  ”My mom lets me wear her clothes … see?”  He held up his hands, which were drowning in his mom’s oversized hoodie.  ”… which is cool, ‘cause I can just throw them in her laundry basket at the end of the day and then I don’t have to do the wash as often.  She’s not overbearing at all … she has a lot of friends and hobbies.”  This was basically a description of the perfect mom; one who did laundry and didn’t send him dozens of hourly texts or pass out on terrifying doses of painkillers.

"Ugh … people always complain when they come over about the overwhelming bleach smell.  It’s, like, literally too clean inside the house.  Seems like a strange problem to have, huh?  I’m used to it, though.  I don’t even notice the bleach smell, and I can’t even remember when the fumes made my eyes water.  I guess I’m immune.”  There was an element of truth to this; Micah had indeed been used to the smell of the house for as long as he could remember.  No one was ever allowed to come over, though.

"Nothing wrong with some technical schooling … at least you have a talent that’ll get you a job.  I’m good at singing, but I’ll be dead before I choose to be a starving artist.  I’d show you where the coffee machine is, but you’re wired already, huh?"  

[dylan-macy]

"I don't really know. I've just never done anything like that before. Drinking, drugs, sex..." More truth buried behind her fake face. "Maybe because I'm scared?" She looked down at her hands and blushes a bit. "I mean I'm not saying the boys don't try I just...say no." She stuck her tongue out and laughed a little. "I suppose it's better to be a total bore than a total whore." She puffed out her cheeks. "It is terrible boring though." She pouted a bit and looked him over. "I kind of wish that peer pressure was more of a thing."

As she listened to him speak about his mother she smiled a bit. "I think it's sweet you have such a strong relationship with your mom. I mean if I do give in to what my mom wants she has a habit of disappearing to France, or Italy." She folded her hands in her chest and shrugged her shoulders. "Let's not talk about our parents anymore. Since you won't show me the coffee machine. What will you show me? She raised a curious eyebrow and chewed on her bottom lip curiously.

[elliotdavisguard-blog-deactivat]

 "That’s not pathetic at all. Just means you value your innocence over anything else. It’s quite honorable. I don’t think Lloyd uses his size against anyone. I wouldn’t be shocked if he threatens or has managed to physically done something to cause others to fear him."

Elliot saw the look on Dylan’s face a smirked, maybe he could use the girl on his arm. Suddenly, they found themselves standing in front of the dining hall.

"Well, here you are, my dear. Perhaps we shall meet again?"

He lifted her hand and kissed the back on it gently.

"I need to know something, Miss Dylan…can you help me? I need someone to help keep an eye on Miss Micah. Lloyd is a bad influence and I need someone brave and beautiful like you to keep her away from him. Can you do that for me? Maybe even try to convince her to come with you to see me if she’s in trouble?"

[dylan-macy]

"I don't really think I can say that it was by my choice." She giggled softly and shook her head. "I was pretty sheltered. Spend most of my time at home with my Dad and Grandparents learning how to put cars together." She shrugged a bit and slid her arm from his and created a small distance once they arrived at their destination. 

"Perhaps we shall." He eyes lighting up as he kissed the back of her hand. 

When he asked the favor of her she canted her head to the side and cogs started turning. Wolf. Bird. Kitty...Elliot was the Kitty. He was the one who hurt Micah. Dylan was a lot of thing but she wasn't blind. She saw the riddle play out right before her eyes. Micah was so far gone that it was quite possible that Lloyd was taking advantage of her. He certainly looked like the type. Micah could have misunderstood Elliot and it got bad fast. "I adore Micah. Of course I'll keep an eye on her, and not because you asked me too either." 

It looked like she was going to keep an eye on everyone.

[lilwolfmikah-deactivated2018072]

Micah nodded with a big smile on her face, “Yep! He’s my wolf. He promised to protect me and Little Bear. That he did!”

She turned around and leaned back so she was leaning against Dylan’s legs, “I don’t think I get those…I think with my broken wing, they don’t want me outside. Besides, I don’t think Wolf would let me go outside without him. He might think I’ll try to fly away from him if I get the chance to try.”

Micah looked up at the blond with a soft frown on her face, “I think I’ll call you…Dove. Yep! That’s your new name!”

That frown was replaced by a big grin, “We’re safe now…Evil Kitty won’t get us…no no no!”

[dylan-macy]

Dylan removed the girl's hair tie and started combing her fingers through the Micah's hair. "Well I'm glad that you have someone looking out for you, we wouldn't want any mean old cat's bothering you."

She smiled and gave Micah and quick hug before returning her focus to braiding her only friend's hair. "You wouldn't fly away from us would you? I would miss you too much. You're the only friend I have here." She rested her head on Micah's shoulder and gave her a pout.

"Dove? I love it. Makes me feel pretty. Does that mean since we are both birds that we can flock together." She tickled Micah's side a bit and continued to work on the girl's hair."

[elliotdavisguard-blog-deactivat]

Elliot smiled and placed his other hand over hers, “My name is Elliot. You will just have to excuse Lloyd. He’s a bit of a drunk and he’s managed to completely break a patient. Poor girl…Never seen anyone so scared by just saying his name.”

He looked sad for a moment but he shook his head and looked down at Dylan.

"Crazy or not, you are quite beautiful. I’m shocked you don’t have boys crawling after you." 

[dylan-macy]

"Really?" She knit her eyebrows together as she thought about her earlier interaction with Micah. He couldn't possibly be talking about her, she was so happy when Dylan had brought him up. "He does seem like the type though doesn't he? One of those guys that uses his size against everyone." She sneered and decide to keep an eye on that guard. 

As he complimented her, her blush only deepened. "Thank you."

"I don't exactly have much experience with boys. My grandparents pulled me out of school at 15 because of my...condition." She looked at their hands and nipped at her bottom lip with her teeth. "I've never even kissed a boy, which I'm well aware is pretty pathetic for a twenty three year old."

[micah-fairchild]

"Baw, thank you!  I wish I was cool enough to assume his mannerisms, too.  I really didn’t think I could pull that off, no matter how many shots I took.  And I wasn’t drunk, I swear!  I only had two jello shots and a few Mike’s Hard Lemonade".  It was like talking to a totally different person.  The stakes were non-existent in her case, so it was amazing that he wasn’t coming up with more elaborate lies.

"Well, I dunno … I’m not that interesting.  I live with my mom.  She’s kind of a neat freak.  Spends all her time cleaning.  I think she literally has OCD."  If only that were true.

"Yeah, sure!  I know my way around.  I’m a senior this year, next year I’m going to the U of M.  Have you applied to any colleges?"

[dylan-macy]

"Jello shots. Well those do sound pretty delicious." She giggled and canted her head to the side, playing with the length of her golden locks. As he spoke of his mother she perked up even further, if that were possible. "Well look at us having so much in common! My mother's a neat freak and a bit of a control freak as well. If I still let her pick out my clothes I'd be dressed like a proper nun." She crinkled her nose in disapproval of the idea of having to dress so conservatively. 

When he agreed to be her tour guide she clapped her hands together in excitement. "Excellent. Well aren't you such a gentleman. Micah I do believe you're fastly becoming my favorite." She reached out in attempt to boop the end of his nose with her finger. "Actually I'm going to a technical college. I can take apart a car and put it back together in my sleep. I know a girl like me covered in grease seems a bit like a silly idea, but it's what I'm good at. I'm going to build race cars."

More truth hidden behind lies. She was a whiz with cars. Something she had learned from her father when they did spend time together. He had always wanted a boy so he treated her like one. Not that you could tell by this girly girl bubbly airheaded persona she was putting on right now.