Hatred

Used, broken and left behind.

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gonna be here,

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The witch frowned, her ears ringing at the sight of a small child—a boy—throwing a fit, Enigma sighed and wrapped her arms around her waist, leaning onto the side of a bench very loosely—her eyes focused and her mind nothing but wandering on its own; not even once focusing on who she replied to absentmindedly, she sighed and found herself in regret just watching the little boy begin to burst into loud wails. 

"Yeah, poor mother."

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     The girl's voice slightly startled the redhead. He had thought he was the only one occupying the bench. Calming himself the boy began to work on his art, adding some details and some touch ups. "You can't only blame the child, though." He said as he was focusing on his sketch book. "He's that way for a reason." Quinn remembered his mother had spoiled him too but she also taught him to be grateful for what he had. He supposed all parents did things differently and children handled it differently. "But it is quite embarrassing." he added after a moment of silence.

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enbloch

       Quinn was in the middle of opening his pen when he looked up to find a child having a rather loud temper tantrum. The mother was frantically trying to calm him down by promising him things but it didn't seem to be working. The redhead made himself comfortable on the park bench he had inhabited as he shook his head. He had never treated his mother like that but then again children will be children. "Poor mother," He muttered to himself as he finished opening his pen.

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                                Quinn probably wasn’t aware of Kent’s feeling for him and neither did the other. True they started of as good friends but things went downhill eversince college started. Being the man of the family, he felt the need to be responsible over everything — his comatose mother, his sister and also Quinn since he was like a family to Kent. Someone he hold dearest. And money was always the issue and he’d have to overwork himself for that, which takes all the time away from home and it wasn’t as if he asked his life to be in such a way. If given the chance, he’d wanted to go back to when everything was a bliss — with his mother still awake and conscious to the world, and Catherine, not being needy and especially Quinn when he was so happy back there.

       His trances of thoughts were disrupted by the sound of door unlocking and he looked up, finding the barrier between him and Quinn being opened. Kent offered a smile even if he was greeted with a cold shoulder, but he entered nonetheless, obeying the demand the other had asked him and closed the door behind me. He paused then, looking at the boy’s back — how he grew thinner, much thinner and it somehow saddened him. It means that Quinn hasn’t been eating; the thought made him somewhat worried, but he exhaled, before moving closer as impulse had told him so, reaching for the younger male’s shoulder and pulled him into an embrace from behind him. 

                                   ”I’ve missed you” He muttered, face buried in soft locks. “And I’m very, very sorry” 

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        Quinn would never be that boy he had been before the incident happened. His uncle destroyed that person and then Quinn made sure he never came back when he slit his own wrists. There was no going back to those times where Kent's mother cooked for them and tucked them into bed or when Catherine was still messing her two front teeth and spit every time she spoke. It was a sad reality but it was the truth. Sometimes Quinn wanted to forget but then again what good would that do? Forgetting would only make him angrier. Forgetting wouldn't change anything. It was pointless. Even his uncle being in jail didn't change anything because it had still happened and it still haunted him.

The redhead definitely hadn't been eating. He only consumed water or maybe some crackers here and there. Quinn hadn't been sleeping either. He would try but after a while he would just get up and draw. He was falling apart and nothing could stop it. Not even Kent. The man could try and comfort him even make him eat but Quinn was dying -- that's all there was to it. He was doing it to himself. Quinn stopped in his tracks when he was pulled backwards into the embrace. He wanted to push Kent away but the familiar warmth made him feel safe. Almost instantly tears began to run down his face.

               "Then stop leaving me."

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[aboutmyteenlife]

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She sighed, “Just passed there. There are preschoolers roaming all over the place in there— I think today one of the librarians will be reading to them.”

She blinked her eyes at him, “… Come back with you to your house or?” Isis, sometimes you’re so damn dense.

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             "Oh, today is that kind of day." Quinn said. It was often that the librarians would read to the children. His mother used to take him to those things when he was younger. He didn't know why -- when she could have just read to him. Probably because she wanted him to make friends, gross. Quinn blinked as she asked. "Or..stay out here?" He wasn't sure what she was getting at.

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"No where in particular. I’m just strolling to see if I find anywhere quiet enough to hang out at." Isis wasn’t at work today, and a lot of people were walking around her apartment complex. She definitely didn’t want to stay for that.

"How about you? Where are you heading?"

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             "Your best bet would be the library." Quinn chuckled softly as he blew onto his hands again. The redhead hadn't went to class today so he had some free time as well. He tended to skip the classes he didn't like. A habit he needed to get out of. "Home actually. I went and got some new art supplies for a project I'm working on." He had also visited Kent's mother. "You can come back with me if you'd like."

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"Me neither, it’s quite unexpected." Isis looked above to the sky.

"However, it’s a very nice surprise. I adore cold weather."

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             "Same here. The colder months are my favorite especially when the leaves start changing color." Quinn always liked drawing the transition. Probably the only thing that he ever colored. "Where are you heading, Isis?" he asked.

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"…You look awfully cold."

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             "I'm fine." Quinn couldn't feel his fingers but shhh, it's a secret. "I hadn't thought it was going to be this chilly out." He even watched the news, huff. 

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             It sure is chilly and guess who forgot his gloves?

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"It’s fine, it happens, right?" It wasn’t the first time, although usually it’d be Oliver’s fault, but due to complications in the past, you couldn’t really blame the guy. A good deed a day was enough to at least keep him at ease with himself. It was a good thing he was at least able to control this certain situation, it was an improvement. He took a moment to look at himself, and of course his clothes were creased as usual, whether he was bumped into or not. "I’m fine, it’s yourself you should be worried about. Weren’t you in a rush or something..?"

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         "Ah yeah, it actually does." Quinn answered as he was putting his things away so nothing else could be blown away. A good deed a day would probably do Quinn good but the boy was just too withdrawn. The only reason he was talking to this young man now was because he had helped him and he felt a tad bit bad about bumping into him. The redhead watched as the other examined himself. Quinn blinked before he was being spoken to again. "Good, and no. Actually, I was only in a rush because I wanted to catch my drawings." He sighed. They were his babies. He treated them better than he treated himself.

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Mirror, mirror on my wall

I want to be pretty, thin and t a l l

Mirror, mirror if I change my hair Maybe ѕσмєσηє will start to care?

Mirror, mirror if I starve myself I’ll be beautifull, forget my health

Mirror, mirror if i cut my wrist Will I feel like I є χ ι ѕ т?

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"Ah, whatever— Call me as you like." Isis didn’t really mind what people called her, as long as it wasn’t anything too derogatory. "It’s nice to meet you as well, Quinn." Isis then propped her elbow on the old desk, having her face rest on the palm of her hand.

"How many of those books to you plan on keeping, anyway? It looks like quite a pile; you’re probably going to have to pay a lot for them." 

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       Quinn didn't like calling people out of their names. Meaning, he didn't like calling them curse words. Nicknames were a-okay. He was just weird like that. Kent was probably the only one who got called out of his name other than just nicknames. "This whole pile." He said as he gestured to the large stack of books.

The redhead opened one of his books and copied her propped position though cupping his cheek instead. "Books are like different worlds. I like getting lost in them." He told her. "Better than venturing into the real world." he said. "I'm not worried about the money. Most of it goes to the hospital but I've got enough."