F R A G I L E

"Isn't it funny, how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different" L A R A S P E N C E R 18 Barlow's Hollow ( Just a little troubled ) "Part of the past will always be with us, no matter how much time passes by"

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brennan-douglas-ward:

Brennan needed to clear his head after everything that had been going on as of lately. So he decided to go out and take some photos in an attempt to do just that, even if it was dark and cold outside. He made his way down the streets of Barlow’s Hollow, stopping when he found something that caught his eye and taking a few shots of it from different angles. The subjects of his pictures varied, from trees, to an squirrel running in the grass, to a broken bottle of liquor on the sidewalk. Whatever made him feel something, he took a picture of. 

Turning down the next street, Brennan caught sight of the local church. He had never gone, and he wasn’t religious, but it was hard to deny the beautiful architecture that churches had. If it wouldn’t have been awkward, he would probably go in and take photos. The inside of churches always looked beautiful in the television shows and movies he watched. He decided to continue walking down the street, stopping just across the street from the building. 

It wasn’t until he stopped looking at the stained glass windows of the church, that he noticed someone on the steps. A familiar face from the coffee shop. He hadn’t seen the girl since that day, but he was glad to see that she was okay. Brennan raised an eyebrow at her words, “Uh no-…” he said, lifting the camera in his hands to show her what he was there for. “I was just going to take a few pictures of the church, I didn’t mean to upset you or anything. I’m Brennan. I’m not sure if you remember me, I bumped into you at the cafe and we bonded over the demise of asshole customers?”

It took her a little while to actually register the face across her street. Her eyesight was growing increasingly poor, and yet she refused to even entertain the idea of glasses ( contacts were even more alien to her ), instead preferring to squint her way through life, everything slightly blurry around the edges. It softened the world, she liked to think, made it less harsh to look at. Still it did also come with the obvious draw back of massively limiting her vision. She took a few steps closer across the side walk, shuffling her feet awkwardly until the face came more into focus and she began to pick out features. The quirk of a grin, the slope of a brow. And of course, a familiar voice. 

She’d gotten into trouble with her boss for spending so much time with a customer, for so little custom, but she’d liked the boy. He’d been sharp and sparky, and a little rough around the edges. A shared interest in biting humour, and poor taste jokes about murdering customers....even poorer now, given recent events. Yet he’d seemed a nice enough boy. Though perhaps she should have hesitated. If you were going to go around cutting residents to bits, being the nice, friendly outsider was the perfect way of luring strangers away from an empty street.

Or perhaps she was just being a tad paranoid

“No it’s okay” she shook her head, already moving closer towards him, pushing away any thoughts of murderers from her immediate focus. With that sort of thought, even the friendly old man down the road could suddenly turn into an axe wielding maniac. Her gaze drifted down towards the camera in his hands, and then back up to him. “I didn’t realise you were a photographer” she commented shortly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears. “Oh yeah, I remember you. Mocha, extra shot, right?”

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The air was cold, so cold that goosebumps had sprung across her skin, changing her usually soft, silky skin to a bumpy, rough texture. Her poor choice to wear only the skimpiest of jackets in early March was certainly coming back to bite her in the ass. Still she kept her head down, trying to avoid the buffering wind and the occasional flicker of a curtain in her peripheral vision. She had left the house with no aim, but could now see where her feet were directing her. Strange perhaps that, considering the sort of girl she was, irreligious to say the least, that she was walking directly to the church. She could see overbearing façade of the building just a couple of streets away. She wasn’t aware that she’d consciously felt a need to purge her sins, but apparently her subconscious had decided it was time. She hadn’t gone to church in years. And yet....

Maybe it wasn’t surprising that she’d ended up at the church. Family commitments had taken her out of town during the festival, but she didn’t live under a rock, and the news that a wild, crazed lunatic was making the round, trying to off as many residents as he or she could, was hardly a thing she could miss. So yes, perhaps it wasn’t so surprising that she was going to church. She wouldn’t have been surprised if the church had seen a mass uptake in its followers. It was natural to feel fear, especially of the unknown. But for Lara, who had escaped death far too many times than she was proud of...perhaps going to church could be seen as an insurance policy. If she got down on her knees and said enough hail mary’s, perhaps she wouldn’t find her throat slit open and hanging like a grotesque puppet. 

Perhaps. 

Still, when she reached the foot of the steps up to the church, she halted, unable to quite walk up to the door. Something was stopping her. Eyes on her back. Slowly she turned, eyeing the person across the street who was watching her internal struggle to walk into the home of god. “Do you want something?” she asked sourly, wrapping her arms around herself to keep warm

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If you had the chance to do anything in the world, legal or illegal - what would do and why?

Well…I’ve done plenty of illegal stuff. I mean, there’s not that much else for me to knock off my bucket list. I dunno, I guess if I could do absolutely anything in the world, I would probably travel to somewhere cool and undiscovered. Not illegal sure, but definitely cool. I haven’t travelled enough. I really want to travel. And at least it’ll get me away from Barlow’s Hollow

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It’s TMI Tuesday! Ask my muse anything you want and they’ll have to answer honestly.

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askboxmemethings:

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myles-bourke:

Myles looked over in the direction of where he had heard a voice respond to him. The look he gave her far from apologetic. Eyes scanned her, it was clear she was hard at work herself but in all honesty he felt like he wasn’t being as loud as she was making it seem. “Nobody said I was talking to you, love..I would have been perfectly fine if you had ignored me,” he told her, although he was obviously lying. He lived on attention, he needed to get it somehow. “If you have so much homework to do, maybe you shouldn’t try to do it in a public place with a lot of noise and distractions.”

She merely rolled her eyes at him, glaring from her position on the couch. She bristled at his use of the word ‘love’, she hated all pet names, especially when thy were applied by people who firstly, had never met her in her life, and secondly, seemed to be arrogant assholes. Which this guy clearly was. Further to that, he clearly thought he was somehow better than her, and she didn’t have time for that. “Whatever” she muttered, turning back to her own work. She had the pen poised in her hand to write her notes in her scrawly cursive, and would have been content to have been left alone, but he insisted on carrying on talking to her. “Would if I could asshole” she told him shortly, not looking up from her notes

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Principal Owens hears everything~

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principalowens:

While he paced the hallways like he usual does, he heard about this place that students go to in order to escape the prison to them that is Hemingway High School. After hearing about the location in the Old Creek Woods, he decided to check out early that day to go and maybe gain some peace of his life that shadowed him like a grey cloud that is constantly over his head. 

He gathered his belonging, specifically his bottle of bourbon he kept in his desk. He then changed into more comfortable clothes. Some dirty demin blue jeans that seemed to have some years of wear and tear to them. He put on a comfortable blank black cotton t shirt. He then began walking toward the woods through a back way behind the school.

He then found a spot that seemed perfect. There was shade and a rock that was just comfortable to sit on. He then decided to sit down and opened his back pulling out the bottle of bourbon. He opened the bottle and took a sip of the sweet liquid. He then heard the snap of a branch and quickly turned around.

“Who’s there?!”

So technically she was meant to be going to extra curricula catch up sessions to make up for the fact that she’d missed out on a couple of months worth of school. But when Lara had turned up to the room to sit down and be told how she was ruining her life and that it wasn’t going to be easy to catch up on everything she’d missed, she’d been greeted by an empty room, and no sign of anyone coming to the room. This was admittedly a decision she had made in about thirty seconds, and she didn’t give any thought to a teacher being late, or trying to get across the school at a busy time. Instead she just gave the empty room a snide look, and then slammed her way out of the classroom. Really it was their fault. Teachers should have been there when they said they would be. Especially for ‘problem students’. Those students were definitely not the type to sit around and wait. No, they were the sort to just walk off and not give a damn.

And that had been exactly what Lara had done. 

Headphones in her ears, she’d cut across the football field and across the track to hit the path that lead straight to the woods. As she walked, she lit up a cigarette, and turned her iPhone up so she couldn’t hear the sound of her footsteps cracking twigs, and the low sound of her humming along to the sound she was listening to. There was something very peaceful about the woods, but there was also something very creepy, especially when walking alone, when there was no one about. All the students had gone, either home, or to their various extra curricula’s, and had Lara have had her way, she would have been joining them. Instead she was walking through the solitary woods, trying to get a last half hour of peace before she went back to the still, controlling atmosphere of her home. She didn’t hear him call out, but she did see a person turning to look at her.

She pulled a headphone out, moving closer until she recognised who it was. And then immediately dropped the cigarette to the ground as if he hadn’t already seen it. Any other teacher and she wouldn’t have given a toss, but this was the Principle, and she couldn’t afford to get kicked out ( did the woods even constitute school ground? ). “Principle Owens. Shit-sorry. I  mean, uh, I...I didn’t see you there”

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myles-bourke:

Myles sat at a table inside The Brew, a medium four shot extra caramel latte in one hand as his other hand slid across the track pad of his Mac computer. He was scrolling through an email he recently got from his professor, shaking his head as he read the words on the screen. It wasn’t that he cared much about college or taking over the family business when his father stepped down, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed getting critiqued over his work. Even if it had been rushed and bullshitted only hours before class.

He turned to no one in particular, “Can you believe this shit?” he said, going between the email from his professor back to the saved file in his word document. “This guys so far up his own ass that he doesn’t know a good paper when he sees one. What a tool bag,” he complained, eyes glancing around as he waited for someone to respond. It wasn’t usually hard for a Bourke to attract attention.

The condition had been that she finished cleaning all of the counters, then she could have a half an hour break, and a free coffee on top of that. Never mind the fact that that was borderline illegal, given that she’d been at work for the past seven hours, and still had another four hours to go ( she’d been lumped with all the cover shifts, and had been plagued with texts asking her to cover ). Finally though, she’d been rewarded with a break, and had snagged a space on the sofa, her coffee sitting on the small table in front of the sofa. She’d even blagged herself a sandwich, and was getting comfy on the cushions. 

Officially her english coursework had been due in three days before....but being a ticking time bomb came with the advantage of no one wanting you to push yourself over the edge. Deadlines became a lot more...loosely defined for people like her. Still she sat with her notebook on her lap, scribbling down notes in an attempt to drag up her middling grades. Initially when she heard the loud voice, she ignored it, just huffing quietly under her breath, but when he continued to talk, Lara sat up, and turned to the irritating blonde. “Yeah I’m sure it’s all terrible, and that it’s the end of the world but, do you mind piping down a bit, it’s just you’re being really irritating”

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notagainashling:

She looked down at the red crescent moon marks in her wrist and raised an eyebrow in question. “Honestly how rude. Attacking strangers in the street.” Tutting slightly she’d wait for the girl to let go of her before examining the wrist and pressing the pad of a finger onto one of them feeling the slight ridge in her skin. Sighing she’d look back at the girl. “I’m not very nice at all. And neither are you so stop playing around.” The way that the girl held herself, the way that she talked. Made Ashling wonder how it was that the girl could think so little of her. Was it her height? Or the way she dressed. Looking down she frown at the black buster and dark blue skirt. Oh well.

She stopped in front of the shop and placed her hand on the glass of the door. “Probably.” She was looking at the menu that was stuck to the side narrowing her eyes slightly. Perhaps she could get a bowl of pasta. It’d warm her up and fill her up. She’d laugh softly hearing the girls offer of payment. “ I have more than enough money, and I’m not a dealer. So I’ll turn to down on that offer.” Sucking on her bottom lip she’d turn to the girl with a slight frown. “What do you think. Pasta or the brunch special?” She’d ask her this with a steady voice.

She hadn’t expected the woman to call her out, and when she did, she dropped her arm in surprise. But it was true, Lara just simply wasn’t very nice. She had too many bad sides, and not enough good ones to outweigh them. The fact was, she’d crashed into this woman, and the only thing she’d done was try and pay to get some of the drugs she was being prescribed. Not only were her actions unjustifiable, but she was going against every single element of treatment. So yes, she wasn’t really that nice a person. Didn’t change the fact that she wanted to get her hands on some sleeping pills. 

Of course, she could have approached Ellis...but that was her back up. Prescribed sleeping pills were stronger. Prescribed sleeping pills would sooth her mind. She followed the red head, “Not money. There’s got to be something you want. And you have three bottles of sleeping tablets you don’t need all of them” she declared, moving to stand in front of the woman in the doorway. She was desperate sure, but her voice was level enough to be casual, to not give away how badly she wanted those pills. “Pasta. Always a good choice”

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wydmattheo:

Mattheo laughed at her response. He could tell she felt awkward in this atmosphere and he didn’t blame her. The only reason he didn’t feel awkward was because he grew up in this atmosphere, but that didn’t mean he liked it either. He felt suffocated in places like this, but it was the price to pay for his social status. “C’mon, I’ll get you the good stuff,” he told her while showing off his membership card. “Free of charge,” he offered with his signature smirk.

As much as he’d love to be drunk right now, he wouldn’t be drinking today, considering he had to drive and he wouldn’t put Ruby’s life on the line like that. So for him, this was simply a sober endeavor. He wasn’t a fan of champagne and quite frankly he didn’t see the enjoyment in it. He raised his eyebrows as he titled his head to the side pointing to his father, “I’m sure my old man won’t mind.”

When he laughed, she gave him a look, eyes narrowed, cold as ice. And then she realised that he had been laughing with her, not at her -- something which she hardly expected. With that realisation, her frosty attitude melted somewhat, and she joined in with his laugh, looking down at her shoes awkwardly. When he offered to give her free, quality alcohol, she looked up fast, so fast that she probably would have given herself whiplash under any other situation, and she looked over to his ID card. The gears in her brain quickly turned; it would hardly be difficult to fake an ID and get her own access as opposed to waiting for the free events. “Seriously?” she asked, more than a little bit surprised at the offer. “I mean I’m not gonna say no because this shit tastes like overpriced drain water...” she tailed off, before shrugging. “Well if you’re sure”.

She didn’t know Mattheo very well, more than what she’d heard of him through conversations in hallways, but she hadn’t expected him to have been the sort to actively engage her in conversation, much less actually offer her better alcohol. Still she wasn’t going to say no, and her gaze moved around to try and locate his own glass of overpriced fizzy wine. “Are you not drinking?” she asked curiously, downing her own glass and placing it to the side. She wasn’t aware that he was teetotal, and there was certainly plenty on offer -- except at the mention of old man, she sort of got it. Although sort of not. If she’d been in his shoes she’d have wanted to be as drunk as possible. But then, she just always wanted to be drunk, so perhaps she was biased

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brennan-douglas-ward:

“I know..I was just saying in general,” Brennan replied. He figured she was still in high school, but he was too and that hadn’t kept him from skipping to work so much the year before. This year he was trying to focus more on school and his boss Paul was more than willing to help him out. Granted he had been upset with him for not approaching him before, having told Brennan ‘You act so much like an adult some time I tend to forget you’re a damn kid.’ A small smile formed on his face at the thought; not that acting like an adult was something he enjoyed - that had been thrown on him, but at Paul and how much he had become a father figure to him throughout the years. He’d never be his father, Brennan knew that - but it helped to have a guy he could go to from time to time.

“Okay,” he said, nodding his head to say that he would take the extra shot. He laughed, shaking his head in fake disapproval at what the female was saying. “I’m surprised the police aren’t keeping an eye on you. Spoiled espresso shots, espresso theft. You have the makings of being a real dangerous criminal,” he teased, placing his wallet back into the pocket of his jeans. He nodded his head, “Yeah..I have to head out soon so the plastic cup would be appreciated…Unless you are willing to help me sneak out of here with that mug,” he told her, a smirk playing at his lips.

“Oh no they definitely are” she deadpanned, carrying on around behind the counter and grabbing the whipped cream from the fridge. As she made her way around the bar, she noted each place in turn that she would have to clean in the next 10 minutes. The espresso machine, the counters, the table that the impatient bitch had been sitting ( she’d gone out of her way to spill crumbs all over the table, and was now flouncing out of the cafe ), and the display. She shoved the paper cup underneath the filter machine, and punched a couple of buttons on the machine so it began to spit out fresh coffee shots. “I leave a trail of destruction in my wake. I imagine there’s like five warrants out for my arrest, I’m just the master of deception” she grinned, leaning on the counter whilst she waited for the coffee machine to finish the shots

“Fraid not” she shrugged, pouring the milk into the cup. “I mean, adding a shot or two is one thing, smuggling over $10 worth of china out to you would probably get me shot behind the bins” she joked, lidding the drink with a grin. “I mean, I have like three mugs at home that I’ve smuggled out, but I work here so I get special dispensation. Civilians like you don’t get my special privileges” she laughed, handing over the drink. “I’ll give you a loyalty card though. If you buy enough shitty drinks from here then you’ll get a free shitty drink and that’ll make it all worth it” she added, the casual swearing just slipping out without regard

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maddieeeharper:

Maddie stopped in front of the girl, hands on her hips, trying to slow her breathing.

“Driving takes all the fun out of it,” she replied, lips quirking up into a sarcastic smirk. She knew she was doing a terrible job of making running look fun, her gasping breaths particularly loud in the quiet of the woods.

Maddie wrinkled her nose when the acrid taste of cigarette smoke hit the back of her throat. The other girl looked too young to be smoking, looked too young to have that look on her face. It wasn’t anything in particular; she wasn’t crying or even frowning but there was something familiar there that had Maddie’s skin prickling with worry.

Hanna.

Hanna.

Hanna.

This girl here had the same look about her that Hanna had for months before killing herself. And that was it, right? It was always either Hanna or Olivia coming back to haunt her.

But this girl wasn’t Hanna and Maddie wasn’t the same Maddie.

“You okay?” she finally asked, for lack of anything better, mind reeling. “Not that it’s my business, sorry.”

“I disagree” Lara shrugged, “but then I’m inherently lazy” she added sarcastically, tapping the end of the cigarette so the build up fell to the ground, just missing the bug she’d been watching just moments before. Returning her gaze to the girl, Lara ran her eyes up and down the red head, noting how heavily she was breathing, and the fact that her face was blending into her hair. Yeah...she was definitely the advert for exercise. A small smirk played on Lara’s face, although she resisted the urge to say anything about the fact that the girl currently looked like a running tomato with breathing problems. Or perhaps that was too harsh. At any rate, Lara returned the cigarette to her lips, taking a deep drag whilst she continued to hold her gaze on the other girl.

She kind of wanted to ask her why she was still looking at her, and indeed, why she was looking so concerned. It was disarming, and unnerving. She didn’t know this girl. Well, that wasn’t true, she knew of her name ( they shared a maths class ), but she’d never spoken to her in her life, and had only ever seen her in passing. She had certainly not done anything to warrant a look of, what could only be described as...worry. She shifted uncomfortably on the bench, accidentally inhaling in the process, and causing herself to errupt into a coughing fit. All of which wouldn’t have happened had the girl just have ran off and left her to her own devices.

Instead, she was still staring, and Lara’s coldness wasn’t sending her running. Indeed the girl was even trying to make conversation with her. Sort of. She was, in Lara’s mind at least, just being a nosy busybody. But she was new, she didn’t know of Lara, or of her bad choices. So maybe she was being nosy, or maybe it was genuine concern. Either way, it didn’t sit right with Lara. “I’m fine obviously” she said coldly, looking away from the girl. She’d have offered her a cigarette had she not seen the response on her face earlier. “You wanna sit?” she asked a second later, moving to make space for the girl. “Catch your breath I mean”

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carterxmaterfis:

Carter paused and pulled her knees towards her chest, wrapping her arms around her shins in an effort to appear smaller. Which was a rare occurrence for her; usually Carter tried to be as big and scary as she possibly could. The less people that saw her as a pretty, little girl the better; no one wanted to have sex with the girl who scowled and sat like a boy. At least that was the plan. But she felt kind of at ease with this girl, or at least she didn’t feel like she had to be big, bad Carter for a moment. She knew though, she knew as soon as she left this sunny little patch of safety she’d have to be on guard again. The hallways were full of too many mean girls and leering boys to be anything but guarded. 

She rested her chin on top of her kneecaps and nodded her head slightly. “I, um, I actually meant with me.” Carter paused and chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment. “I meant you can be whatever you want to be with me–in this room.” She shrugged her shoulders slightly and glanced at the door. “I know that once you leave here everyone has this idea about you, and that’s all you are. Like, you aren’t even a person anymore–just whatever they’ve reduced you to. But in here, I dunno, it’s kind of like a break from all that,” Carter said as she rested her cheek on top of her knee. “If you want.” 

Her words came as a surprise to Lara, and she didn’t quite know how to respond to the brunette opposite her. It wasn’t so much that she hadn’t heard the same words ( or at least, similar ) coming out of peoples mouths, but more the fact that she genuinely believed her. Some of the girls in the halls would have attempted to gain trust, only to exploit it for all it was worth. But not this girl. Still Lara was silent, analysing the girl with her eyes, trying to find the catch in the offer. There was always a catch. “Thanks” she said hesitantly, still unsure as to when or even if the other girl was going to turn the tables and she was going to find every word she said splashed across the hallways, and being used as a weapon for evil

So maybe she was going to be all open and sweet and kind. But then, by the looks of it, neither was the brunette. Both of them had war wounds, unseen to the eye. And, come to think of it, she didn’t even know the girl’s name. Or -- and it was quite possible, that the girl had said her name, and she’d just entirely zoned out and failed to take it in. “Sorry I didn’t catch your name” she said, coughing to clear her throat. “You’re good by the way” she added, nodding towards the guitar. “Do you normally play?”

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notagainashling:

Her smile would drop and another switch would come as she’d roll her eyes. Stepping towards the girl she’d slip a hand into the pocket and remove the bottle. Shaking it she’d rattle the pills about and give an almost curious look at it before dropping it into the black bag she was holding. “Hm. It’s good that I don’t scare you. Fear really is quite boring.” She’d drawl before lazily zipping up the bag and running a hand through her oin straight hair. She had decided to take the time to actually straighten out each individual lock. She had wanted to see what the girl would do if she showed signs of her instability. And having her stand and give a cocky smile had bored her. She was tired, and wasn’t in the mood for this type of game. She needed to eat and swollow down some pills. Keep the demons at bay and all that jazz.

“Anymore hm? Well then haven’t I net my match. A round of applause to you.” She said this with an empty smile that barely lifted the corners of her red lips. “ oh I haven’t heard that in a long time ‘serious risk’ that phrase sure does take me back to a simpler time.” She made a love to walk around the girl. There was a little cafe around that did good food. That was her priority right now. She had let herself slip and needed to gather herself again. “A couple of other things. The useual.” She’d wave he hand about vaguely as she’d begin to walk down the pavement. She wondered if the girl would follow her or leave her alone. Years of practice had taught her how to keep tight hold of her sanity in times like this.

It was like the woman was quoting from Chapter One: How to Be Intimidating 101, with the circling, and the big talk. The woman probably spoke to most people like this and they broke and begged that she wouldn’t knife them or something stupid, but Lara half hoped that she would have something sharp up her sleeve. “That’s not very nice” she pointed out with a small pout, “you don’t even know me”. Because honestly, Lara was pretty certain she could take this mad one pretty damn easily, and still have time to pick up the pint of milk and get home. Still when she’d reached in to grab the pills, Lara’s hand snapped out to grab the redhead’s wrist, pressing her nails sharply into the other’s pale skin. 

A warning. 

If she was going to play that game, Lara would play it too. 

Still she let her take the pills. Anti-psychotics were no use to her. But some of the others might have been. “Booey for you” she countered as the woman decided to take a very short trip down memory lane. As the woman moved to walk away, Lara kept her ground, planting her feet as she watched the other woman begin to walk away. She wouldn’t follow. “Got anything for sleeping?” she called after her, unwilling to quite let the opportunity walk away and around the corner. “I’ll pay you”. 

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notagainashling:

She’d stop and stare at the girl standing before her. She hadn’t freaked out, or began worrying frantically. She hadn’t dropped the bottle and simply bolted. Nor had the girl done something overly dramatic. She was calm. That was never not the reaction she had expected, especially frok someone who looked so young. She watched as she studied the bottle with an indifferent interest. It made Ashling curious. What was with her? Who was she? The bottle bounced in between her hands. Her eyes lay focused on it, but her mind soon driffted off. It had been a whole day without her taking any of her meds. In truth it wasn’t her fault, well it was a stupid voice in her mind chided her, if she had just gone to the appointment three days ago this situation could’ve been avoided.

Shrugging slightly she’d press the palm of her hand to her temple. She was sweating. It wasn’t because she was nervous. Withdrawal was setting in. It had been setting in for the last two hours. “Yeah quite a few. Nothing I can’t handle though.” She looked at the girl and narrowed her eyes slightly before bursting out into a fit of laughter. “Oh darling. I’m not crazy. I’m borderline psychotic.” She continued laughing at the girl here. She was slipping. Not in the middle of the street. She needed to get home or to somewhere less. Less public. “Impressive.” She sounded out of syllable. Her tounge flicking under her teeth. “Who are you? Why aren’t you running for the sociopath. What’s wrong with you?” Her words were biting and harsh. No not now. She could slip. Not here. Bit the voice in the back of her head was going.

“Right” Lara nodded, smirking ever so slightly, and as the young woman in front of her began to laugh, the smirk just grew wider. She didn’t move, she barely even blinked as the other one betrayed her instability. Instead she felt that familiar rush, that sense that she was doing something that she shouldn’t. This woman, and her concealed insanity was the very image of risk, and risky behaviour was the sort of behaviour she was supposed to be eschewing. Instead, she was practically egging the woman on, by keeping hold of the pill bottle, and slipping it into her jacket pocket. “Well you see the thing is darling, you don’t scare me” she responded, mimicking the other’s tone. Not in a particularly cruel way, more playful, more confident than the other.

And whilst the woman was getting harsher, crueller, and more and more unstable, Lara was just getting more and more cocky. She could win this fight easily -- besides she had the girls pills, which gave her a serious advantage. “I can’t get hold of these anymore you see” she explained, shoving her hands in her pockets and encasing the pill bottle in her hand. “They don’t give tablets to people who pose...a ‘serious risk’ to themselves” she added with a shrug, catching the redhead’s gaze with a wise grin. “What else you being prescribed for then?” 

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notagainashling:

She’d watch as the girl would pick up the bottle with a pained expression on her face. She wondered which one it was, perhaps it was the one for her PTSD, she could only hope that is the sleeping pills and not something like the neuroleptics. God how could she have been so stupid. Maybe it was just her normal painkillers. She hoped it was just her normal painkillers. Looking over the girl she’d give her a pained smile “I really am sorry” Pushing back her hair she’d look the girl over.

She noticed the almost vacant expression on her face as she picked up the bright orange bottle, her breath caught in her throat as the girl turned the label over to read it. She almost wanted to surge forward and grab it from her, her brain was turning with a plan, but she had already seen it. There was no point anyway. “Thanks for picking it up” Her voice was as small as she felt, worried about what the girl had seen. Only time would tell as the saying went. 

She practically ignored the woman, instead intently reading the pill bottle. Ashling Bronte. Good name, she noted silently, allowing her eyes to skim down to the diagnosis: Psychosis. How interesting. Of course, the woman didn’t know who Lara was, but she couldn’t help but this that this Ashling was lucky that she’d run into Lara, and not someone else who would do serious damage with this information. Given the fact that she could open a small business on the basis of the amount of drugs the woman had in her bag, Ashling was clearly a couple of diagnosis's away from landing herself in an institution. “It’s fine” she said, still not handing over the tube, and instead turning it over in her hands: two a day, twice a day. High dose. Gave a lot away about the woman.

Anti-psychosis pills. She couldn’t imagine the sort of response you’d get from taken those. Probably a half zombie state. But no doubt, these small tablets could cause some serious damage if used incorrectly -- and that was what interested Lara. “Quite the range you have here” she commented, swapping the bottle between her hands. “Takes some serious crazy to get diagnosed these officially” she added, finally looking back up at the woman. “It’s pretty impressive”

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notagainashling:

Walking out of the sliding hospital doors in teetering heels whilst trying to shove an overly large packet of medical items probably wasn’t the best idea. Ashling stopped at an alleyway and sighed taking in a deep breath. Okay. I can do this. She’d push back her hair and then walk out of the alleyway towards the shopping district, she was going to go to the bakery to get herself a well deserved treat. “For fucks sake just go in the damn bag!” She’d stop on the street by a car and  look down at the bag which seemed to reject the admittance of the medicines. 

She’d growl in frustration before hurrying her pace, she’d collide head first into someone and the bags would drop scattering prescription drugs all over the pavement. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I should’ve been watching where I’m going! I’m such an idiot!” She’d have tears of frustration in her eyes as she’d hurriedly bend down to pick everything up and carelessly throw them in her bag before anyone could notice what they were. 

She’d been wandering around the shops when the text had come through. A friendly, but firm reminder from her father that she had to be home by 6, to pick up a pint of milk, and to be sure that she was presentable so he could drop her straight off to her counsellor. Of course, Lara took one look at the message and with a scoff, shoved her phone as far down inside her bag as was humanly possible. Her counselling sessions had been cut down from three a week to just the one ( a sign that she was, allegedly, getting better ), but each session was still an excruciating trip down her tortured psyche that usually ended badly. So yeah, a large part of her wanted to skip it all, and just carry on around town, to see how long she could be AWOL before the police started to look around for her. And yet, she knew that if she started skipping sessions people would start to probe into her life again. And that, was not an option.

So caught up was she in her little plan on how to subvert all of the restrictions placed on her life, without being caught, that she didn’t notice that she was about to collide into a redhead who seemed far more emotional about knocking into someone than was normal. “It’s fine” she told the woman, noting how fragile she looked, before her eyes drifted to the cylindrical bottles that were rolling along the floor. The woman was gathering like crazy, but she had missed one, and it had rolled next to Lara’s foot. Placing a foot on the bottle she bent down and picked it up. “You missed one” she said, not handing it back to the woman and instead examining the label to see what the diagnosis for this sort of crazy was ( and how the hell she could get her hands on the wide array of pills )