candy apple.

. . . . . clara fawkes. sixteen. . the difference between . you . and .me is . that . when . you . wake .up, . your . nightmare .ends.

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gabrielspits:

Wrapping his arms around himself, he sighed trying to get comfortable on the bench though it didnt really seem likely. He just knew he wouldnt be able to get to sleep nor did he think he wanted to anyway. Hearing someone pulled him from his own thoughts and he noticed Clara. “Um oh hi.” He forced a smile back to her not wanting to startle her as he shifted and tapped the empty space beside him in case she wanted to sit down. “Have I really changed that much?” He joked but his laugh fell a bit short. “I couldnt sleep and I tried like watching tv but it didnt really do much so I went for a walk and ended up here. How about you?”

“No, you haven’t changed that much,” she laughed, shaking her head, her eyes falling to the empty space he patted, though she hesitated, listening to him speak. “Oh, I just... I couldn’t get the nightmares to stop.” She never could, but they were more intense this time. They were real. A sigh left Clara’s lips as she finally sat down beside of Gabe, resting her head against the back of the bench. She was tired, she as so tired, too tired to even come up with another excuse or dodge the question. Not to mention, she didn’t feel like she had to hide around him, he had already seen her at her craziest. So she might as well be truthful. “I don’t think they’ll ever go away.” The words were quiet, but then she looked over at him, forcing a smile. “How are you? How have you been?”

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gabrielspits:

Gabe just needed to get away. There was an itching under his skin that he couldnt make sense of and it felt like it had been ages since his last therapy sessions even though it had only been around a month. It was hard to go from being open and talking back to normal behavior and he was poorly adjusting to this new found trust of people. It was why he found himself in the park in his pjs in the dark of night. 

The park sounded like the perfect place to go, it wasn’t her house and it wasn’t school, so Clara felt like she’d be safer if she just went there, got away for a little while. Caught her breath. Stopped anymore nightmares from haunting her dreams for the rest of the night. Still, it was dark and going alone probably wasn’t a great idea. She hadn’t been worried about it until she caught sight of a figure, and her feet froze in place. Though after a few more seconds passed, she realized she was staring at a familiar figure. “G--Gabe? Hey.” Sighing in relief, she took a few steps closer, moving again, a smile making its way to her face. “I didn’t recognize you. Hi. What are you doing out here?”

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justjustinmoore:

Justin really couldn’t blame others for feeling the way he did, for wanting to skip class and not be anywhere near the school. He used to find comfort in going to school, but now there was none, and everything kept being swept under the rug without any talk about it at all. And honestly, he could understand exactly why Clara of all people would feel the same. He remembered seeing her when everything was going on before summer had started. Things had to be tough on just about everyone. “No excuse needed,” he nodded at her understandingly. Crossing his arms over his chest, he shrugged at her. “Yeah, guess so. Nothing better to do.”

It wasn’t like Clara had felt like she was in danger with what had happened near the end of the school year. She was the one doing the threatening. Yet, with every person she met, every room she walked into, she felt scared. It hadn’t bothered her quite as much at home, but now that she was back at school, she couldn’t close her eyes without smelling smoke, feeling it burning her throat, her lungs, feeling every muscle in her body ache, unsure how much was a memory and how much was a nightmare constructed of little details. But it didn’t matter. It was there, haunting her, it was real, and it wasn’t the first time she felt like the walls were closing in on her. “Right,” she nodded, part of her relieved that he didn’t seem angry at her. She had ran into a few people over summer break, and even before. She knew that Millie wasn’t upset with her, Millie probably didn’t have it in her to be upset with anyone. Paige didn’t seem to be angry. Loey was friendly enough. Kayla had been too. Gabe still tried to be her friend, for reasons unknown to her. Even Faye tolerated her. But she had never been bullied, shut out, a day in her life, and she was afraid that when she came back, all eyes would be on her --- and the other six that had briefly lost their minds. With every person she ran into for the first time during the new year, she worried about how they would react. “So,” she started, letting out a breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding until then, a smile making its way to her face -- a bit forced, but genuine for the most part. Relieved. “When you skip class, do you just stand around outside and watch the other hookies? Seems a little boring.”

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loeysnorthstar:

After thumbing through a few of the pages she glanced back up at the blonde. “History of the town,” she commented blankly. “You wanna do something? I can finish this later.” Loey suggested, giving Clara a small smile.

“History of the town?” Clara repeated, tilting her head, though she forgot about it completely when Loey asked if she’d want to do something, her eyes lighting up. “Really? I mean, yes, I’d love to do something. I’ve been so bored lately. But, if you’d rather do that -- I can find something else to entertain me, somewhere... maybe.”

[wnq-writers]

She’s something odd and uncertain, half of her was made of stars, full of death and filled with light; her other half was made of scars, full of life and filled with darkness.

VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)

[justjustinmoore]

School had only just started, but Justin was already skipping class. It would put a damper on his year, starting off with bad attendance, but he couldn’t say that he cared very much. He had his back pressed against the wall outside the school and his arms crossed over his chest. He noticed someone else walking towards him, a bit surprised. “Shouldn’t you be in class?” He questioned, a smirk apparent in his voice.

[layeredclara-blog]

It was overwhelming. That was the only way Clara could really describe being back at school after everything that had happened there. It wasn’t that she would rather be at home with her family, it was just that it was so much to take in, and she felt like the walls were closing in on her as she sat in class, trying -- and failing -- to focus on her schoolwork. She used the easiest excuse she could, asking the teacher if she could run to the bathroom, not really sure if she would end up heading back to class or not. She just needed to catch her breath, get some fresh air, calm herself down. She was so focused on herself that she hadn’t expected to see anyone else, and she jumped at the voice, turning to see Justin. “Oh,” she said, at first, clearing her throat. “Hi. Yeah. I was just--...” No excuse came to mind, so she just shrugged, moving the subject to him instead. “Are you skipping?”

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faybiandavis:

Despite her normal attitude, Faye had been spending the Summer doing bizarre and out of the ordinary things and as she leaned back against the bench, rather ignorant to what was actually transgressing with the binder pressed against the creases of her summer dress, she only let out a low sound of agreement– perhaps she did not truly believe that Clara Fawkes was the innocent little girl she had seemed but she did not care to mention it at that moment. “Good, because I find that I’m quite prone to violence under pressure, ask Casey, he still has a rather nasty injury to the foot after July’s antics,” she finally turned to offer the girl beside her eye contact, something in the blue of hers that was curiousity. She had never truly looked at Clara and now she did, she fond her fingertips playing with the pages of her notebook, “So, how have you been spending your days?”

“Have you seen him lately?” Clara asked, somewhat ignoring what she had actually said --- she believed her, but she also believed that she had nothing to worry about, the other girl wouldn’t randomly try to hurt her without any reason. The reason she was asking was because she had barely seen anyone from school all summer, including her own brother, and half of her was curious to know how they were doing for the sake of caring, and half of her wanted to know that everyone else’s lives were worse than hers --- half for pure reasons, half for selfish, but all of her wanted an answer. “I’ve just been trying to find things to do at home, mostly,” the blonde replied, trying not to squirm under her gaze, feeling as though her eyes could see right through her. But she seemed to feel that way when anyone looked at her anymore. “Relaxing, I guess. Nothing exciting at all, especially not compared to school, you know. What about you? Have you been keeping busy?”

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loeysnorthstar:

Loey rolled her eyes, a laugh passing by her lips. “Well, thank you Clara. I appreciate the compliment, I’m just a little bit caught up in my own world right now.” And with that her eyes glanced back down, flipping through the pages she was holding.

“No worries. I’m the same way sometimes.” Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with a small smile, she shrugged. “I’ll leave you alone, then, let you get back to... your own world,” not knowing entirely what she was doing. Clara wanted to ask, but she wasn’t going to pry, so she only glanced at the pages the girl was flipping through, saying nothing else.

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loeysnorthstar:

Eyes trailing over the blonde she attempted to act surprised that Clara was denying what she had just said. “No, no I could have sworn that’s what you said.” And with that her eyes dropped back down to the paper in her hands. “Then what did you say?” Loey questioned.

“Really?” Clara raised her eyebrows, a grin tugging at her lips. “Huh. --- It wasn’t really important. I was just saying that I really liked your top. It’s cute. Nothing about a dog or a dog’s tongue.”

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faybiandavis:

Her fingers looped in the spine of her book, each loop creasing her skin and leaving a light pink mark from the pressure as she stood thoughtfully, scheming, planning, something along those lines. It was only when she stopped, breeze brushing through her hair to see the small blonde girl sitting alone in the park– well, apart from her, but she had came her to seek silence as she had her entire childhood since that day. For a moment she did not register what she was being asked and when she finally did, she parted her lips to swiftly reject but the glimmer of the summer yellow sun in the distance awakened some kind of humanity within her that recognised desperation and she pressed her lips back to their resting place, “Sure,” her voice was neither happy nor unhappy, rather flat as it would see. She sat, the hem of her skirt tugging against wood as she set the pink notebook in her lap, tapping black painted fingernails against the back cover, “I’m never a bother,” she spoke lightly but her eyes gave nothing away, eyes averted upwards towards the blue sky as she brought her sun glasses to rest on the top of her head, “I suppose I should thank you, for not marrying my best friend, Clara. And not murdering my other best friend. And for not continuing to be an evil sociopath, unless of course you’re about to attack me, in which case I take all of that back.”

Sure was all Clara was hoping for, and her smile grew as she slid over just a bit more, making sure there was enough room for Faye. She wasn’t someone she would consider a friend --- she wasn’t sure how many people she could consider a friend any longer. But she was someone, someone other than her father, her mother and her brother, and that was enough for her. She really wouldn’t mind if her company was a two year old at the moment, she just needed someone, maybe more than she ever had before. “Sorry, you’re never a bother,” she corrected, nodding once, following her gaze to the sky, trying to find something interesting up there, but after a few seconds, her eyes fell again, to her own hands folded in her lap. “You don’t have to thank me,” the blonde shrugged, her voice quiet as she tried to remember how she had actually treated the other girl when she was -- out of it, to say the least. “I have no plans to attack you,” she added. “Those days are behind me.” She hoped.

[witchywrites]

“Hm?” She hadn’t been paying close enough attention, eyes scanning over the papers in her hand. It wasn’t as if she had meant to ignore them, they just weren’t her top priority. “Yes, I’m listening,” she lied, “you were saying something about that video of the dog with the floppy tongue.”

[layeredclara-blog]

Staring at the girl in front of her, it was obvious that she wasn’t listening to her, but Clara didn’t really mind. She often found herself not paying attention to what was being said, so she couldn’t blame Loey for doing the same thing. “Yeah, no,” she replied, shaking her head at her. “That’s... that’s not what I said... at all. But if you want to talk about dogs with floppy tongues, I’m okay with that.”

[megmchatter-deactivated20151212]

I just wanted you to notice…

Meg McHatter, me (via megmchatter)

[fanningmaryelle]

[layeredclara-blog]

Summer had not been good for Clara. She really needed the schoolwork to focus on, the other students, the drama, to keep her mind from wandering. It had been doing too much of that lately, she had felt herself falling back into old habits, and that scared her. It terrified her. She couldn’t go there again, she wouldn’t -- yet she felt her shoulders growing heavier, the air growing foggier every single day. Lifting her head as she heard footsteps, she sat up straighter on the bench, turning slightly to see a person from school walking by. She wasn’t sure if they were going to approach her, but she called to them, getting their attention, so they couldn’t just leave. The park had been too quiet, too empty. Even a small conversation would be a distraction, give her a break, to put on a smile and push everything else aside, even for a few seconds. “Hi. Do you want to sit?” The girl’s tone couldn’t have been more desperate but she didn’t notice herself, as she moved over, making room for the person, a friendly expression on her face, and though it was forced, it was more genuine than usual. She was genuinely glad to see another human being that she wasn’t related to. “You won’t be a bother, honest. I could use the company.”

[layeredclara-blog]

*is that person who makes hot chocolate when it’s 90+ degrees outside*

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paiigedaviis:

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately with Paige in such a state, the brunette doesn’t notice the younger female had even spoken to her until the queue has moved forward slightly. “Uh? Oh,” moving her gaze to the side, Paige shrugs her shoulders, “hey, Clara. Yeah, neither did I, really.” She still doesn’t notice the trend in her hangovers and Starbucks visits, clearly. “But people surprise you. What are you going to waste your money on? I’m thinking a very, very dark coffee. But they probably won’t make it as dark as I’d like. Which is why I don’t like this place all too much. What’s the point in a coffee shop if you don’t make the coffee dark enough, Clara?”

At first, Clara thought Paige was ignoring her, and while she didn’t blame her, it irritated her a little until the other girl actually glanced over. “Oh, um,” was her only reply at first. She didn’t want to say that she was only there because she had nowhere else to go, so she crossed her arms over her chest, glancing at the menu, picking the first thing that stood out to her so she could answer the question without a long hesitation. “Probably a Chai Tea Latte. Yeah.” She couldn’t remember what her usual order was, it didn’t seem to matter anyway. She would just get something random for proof that she was there. “I don’t know. I guess some people don’t like dark coffee,” she shrugged, unsure how to answer her. “But if you ask them to make it dark, then, well... they should. Is that what you usually order?”

[taemochi]