Elizabeth Batty

I have Elhers Danlos Syndrome and I wanna make the best of life! I love to write and this is where I plan on puting my short stories and stuff. I hope someone likes them. To all that life is, I hope to live it to the best and fullest I can.

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[REBOOT]

Based on the song [Reboot] by Waterparks’ album FANDOM.

                                   I used to need your voice                                   And now I need to sleep alone

My breathing was ragged as I continued to walk the abandoned streets we used to walk alone together. Tattered vans hitting the cracked pavement beneath them, wishing for the thoughts of you replaying in my head to go away. The sound of your feet running up the stairs, your laugh when I would do something dumb and get myself in a bad situation, the smell that would surround me every night and slow my heartbeat. That was all gone in an instant, the moment it was gone my heart dropped to the ground beating rapidly, I began to walk seemingly trying to chase my reasonable thoughts. In no way would I be able to handle you packing your stuff and leaving, and I think we both knew that. I tried to win you back but you wouldn’t listen over and over again I ask what I had done wrong. You would respond with “Nothing, Laurent.” disgustedly, making me want to recede to the corner of the bedroom we shared, for years. 

                             I think I talk too much                              I try to walk it off Months passes and slowly my friends did not want to hear what I had to say, leaving me to my own devices. I spent so many hours of the night walking around our own town, remembering all the dates we went on, when I proposed one night out of the blue on the way home from a concert. Telling all of our friends and having a party in celebration. 

                            I'm out the ring                             But the only ring I want                             Is the ring around your finger

You took the ring with you not even wanting to throw it back to me when you had your outburst. I didn’t bother asking for it back, feeling like I would bother you by the thought of texting you. I wanted to marry, you ans I guess you didn’t want he same, It’s pretty evident to me now, but why wasn’t it before.  

                               'Cause you're my confidante                                 So let's talk

We used to be friends yeas ago, back in high school. I asked you who your perfect person was, and you described him from me, and every day on I tried to be that for you, wanting to get your attention every moment I could. Giving you new nicknames every chance I could get. Charles, Charlie, Char, Lee, Charleston, and so many more. I did everything I could to keep you as mine, but now I realize,  I'm better as your chew toy. 

Part 2?

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Parker didn’t know any other option than to continue walking, well more like limping to where he was going.People stared as the bloodied man hung onto fence posts and light posts as he stumbled through the streets of Manhattan, a city he knows like the back of his hand. He quickly made his way to the small studio apartment he knew belonged to the one and only Quentin Webster. He banged lightly on the dirty white door, gripping the wall with one hand an with the other he pushed up his falling glasses and wiped the blood flowing out of his nose that was bent in the wrong direction. 

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Colors

This is a soulmate story with OCs they will be played by actors. 

Felicity Evans played by Emma Stone

Draco Gardner played by Timothée Chalamet

They had met before, but they had forgotten each other, and the days passed without each other  their worlds turned back to black and white. 

a woman with vibrant red hair came rushing out of the publishing office on 5th street her leather messenger bag was hitting her side as she hugged her sweater close to her as tears threatened to spill out of her ocean colored eyes. She pushed her way in between New York foot traffic wishing her hardest to just get home and out of the public, she knew she could break down at any moment. On the lenses of her horn-rimmed  glasses droplets of water began to appear and she just continued walking  still making it her mission to get home, especially no that it had begun raining. She decided to stop in a small coffee shop to wait out the rain and maybe take some time to herself, hopefully allowing her to calm down. As she entered the small whole in the wall coffee shop, a bell rang above the door and a few sets of eyes glanced at the soaking wet woman who entered the shop but quickly adverted their eyes at the sight of her. The looks she got from the people in the shop made her anxiety rise and her hands began to shake sightly. She let her petite feet lead her to the wooden counter where a young man with a name tag with his name neatly scribbled onto it. “Hi, what can I get you?” he asked with a small smile to hopefully welcome her, “Uh, just a tea please.” She mumbled out as she went to grab her wallet from her bag. In means of getting it she would have to pull out the script fro her book that just got rejected by her publisher, again. She gently placed it on the counter and wasn’t paying attention to what the boy was doing. She then grabbed the money to pay and held the papers close to her chest after paying. “You can grab a seat, i’ll bring it over to you.” He aid softly handing her the receipt. She just nodded and her body made it’s way tot he back of the shop as the boy watched her with curious eyes.  “Draco, get to work on the poor girls order.” his boss barked at him. “yeah, yeah, sorry.” he stuttered out shaking his head as he realized his vision wasn’t as bland as it was only five minutes ago. Draco shook it off as just a trick his vision was playing on him. He quickly made the drenched red head’s tea and made his way over to the booth she was sitting at scribbling in the large stack of papers she had sitting in front of her. “Uh he’s your tea.” He awkwardly spoke snapping her out of her trance. “Thank you,” She softly said taking the tea from the brown haired man in front of her. “Uh, what are you working on?” He shyly asked hoping not to upset or bother her. “Oh, just my book that got rejected.” She said with venom dripping in her words. “I’m sorry.” he said starting to turn away, but she stopped him. “No, it’s okay, my publisher is just a bitch that’s all.” she met his gaze and something she never expected to come out slipped from her mouth. “Would you wanna take a look?”Her eyes widened in a panic. “If you don’t want to I completely understanding seeing as it was re-” She was cut short by his soothing voice, “Give me five minutes and I’l be off of work. I’d love to take a look at it.” This shocked her. She just blushed and nodded giving him the okay to return back to the counter to do his job. One more customer came in and got something before his shift was over. She continued scribbling corrections into the margins on the pages hoping that would make it better. 

The young man came back over without his apron showing off his Beatles t-shirt,  ripped black jeans, and worn and frayed flannel. “Hi,” he spoke seeing she had taken off her sweater to let it dry and revealed her Led Zeppelin t-shirt and mom jeans. “Hi,” she said with a smile and motioned for him to sit in the seat across from her. her delicate hand slid over the pages that held scribbled words and typed ones. “So, your name is Felicity Marra?” he asked flipping through the first few pages and seeing your name. “It’s actually Evans not Marra, Marra is my middle name I use it as my writing name.” she said taking a sip of her tea. “I feel like I know you. Anyways, my name is Draco Gardner.” He said she shook his hand. As  they both let go a look of surprise graced their smiling faces. HE began to scan the pages in awe. “you’re brilliant.” She just shook her head and said no but he wouldn’t let her believe she wasn’t brilliant. “you absolutely are brilliant Felicity Evans. And I want to show you how brilliant you are.” 

“good luck with that Gardener.” she said placing her hands on the table. “I’ll take the challenge Evans. Stay here.” he scrambled up and quickly came back with a windbreaker and handed it to Felicity. “no, you should take this I have my sweater.” but he refused and she gave in slipping it on and being enfluged in his sent and it was swallowing up her body. Draco grabbed her small hand in his large war one as she stuffed her book back into her bag and placed her sweater in there too. “I am going to show you how I see this city.” He dragged her back into the rain that was pouring on the New York streets. It was about seven in the evening now as he dragged the petite girl beside him to a small bridge in a park just a few blocks over from the shop. 

“I used to see colors as a kid, one day I slowly lost my ability to see color. My parents told be it was because I had forgotten my soul mate. Apparently I knew them as a child. My mother said she moved away to Vermont in the sixth grade and we were unable to keep in touch.” He looked down at the girl beside him as she looked into the pond with the lights of the city reflecting into it. “ I lost my color in seventh grade, after moving to Vermont in sixth grade to my aunts.” She said. “Can I try something?” she asked and Draco just shrugged waiting for her to do hat she wanted to try.She raised herself on her tippy toes and tilted her head back and reached to pull his head down to hers. She gently placed her lips on his awaiting a response from him. She quickly got one as he began to move his lips signaling her to move hers also. They lost themselves in each others touch. Draco placed his hands on her waist and tugged he closer, she laced her fingers in his unruly hair and tried to pull him down to her and bring them as close to one another as possible. It seem as though when they closed their eyes colors exploded. colors they had not seen since a young age it was exhilarating. When they pulled apart for air they stayed in that position, hands on her waist, hands in his hear, foreheads pressed together and breathing heavily. For the first time in a long time they could see the world as they did when they were kids.  Color enveloped them and made their vision vibrant. “You?” he breathed out in question. “You.” she chuckled out in an answer. “Us.” they spoke together, and just pulled each other together into a hug. The sleeves of his jacket she was wearing covered her hands making his heart melt at how small she looked in his clothing. Images of their childhood shenanigans played in their heads like a home movie. “I missed you.” she whispered into his chest. “I missed you too, Felicity.” The rain had stopped and they still head onto each others soaked bodies as if their embrace was the only thing from keeping the world from ending. 

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Did they decide to give me the defected body parts when they where making me in the womb?

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IF YOU HAVE EHLERS DANLOS REBLOG THIS CAUSE I WANT TO FOLLOW PEOPLE WHO SHARE THIS WITH ME

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Characters: Taylor Evans (Female, 23) Alexander Stuart (Male, 24) [these are Original Characters]

“God damn it!” the pink haired woman exclaimed from the leather couch she was laying on as she sat up abruptly, her eyes wide and red. Her outburst made the young man on the floor on the other side of the coffee table cough as the smoke left his lips. A notebook and pencil went flying across the room and hit the wall by the television that was playing MTV classic, Metal Mayhem. “Tay?” the green haired man asked and took another hit from his blunt. “Yeah Xan?” she asked clearly annoyed by something  that she had written on the discarded notebook. “Want a hit?” he asked holding out the blunt with a hoping look gracing his face. “Yeah,” she whispered defeated and taking it from Xan’s hand. “I don’t wanna waist my life away here Xan, I don’t wanna become a writer or journalist. I wanna be in a band. I wanna write music, play it, sing it. I don’t wanna get married to the perfect guy live in a white house with a picket fence and two kids and a dog.” She exclaimed after taking a long his and letting the smoke roll out of her mouth and nose. “Well, then drop out, I never expected you to get this far Tay. In all honestly I think me and the guys thought you were going to drop out ages ago.” She gave him a glare. “You and the boys have no faith in me.” She took another hit and stood up, she grabbed the notebook and pencil off the floor and sat right there against the wall. Every once and a while she would stop her manic scribbling of word and take a hit and then just let it lay limp in her left hand as she continued, ignoring her friend sitting there in complete shock. 

“I got it!” she exclaimed and jumped up and ran to her room, plugged in her electric guitar, started her recording equipment and began playing around. The man in the living room watched his friend as she recorded the guitar riffs and the vocals to a sound he instantly fell in love with at the first note. “You, Taylor Evan are magnificent. Did you know that?” He asked the moment she walked out of her room. “Well, keep talking like that and I might just kiss you.” She said with a smirk as she handed him the last bit of the blunt she had taken with her into her room while she recorded. He hit it a few times and then decided to put it out seeing as there was pretty much nothing left. “Ya know Tay I wouldn’t object to you kissing me.” he spoke with lust filling his words and a look of adoration swimming in his eyes. “You Alexander, are too high, how much have you smoked?” She asked him clearly high out of her mind herself. “A blunt and a half I believe my darling Taylor.” she just rolled her eyes and made her way into their kitchen and when she was far enough he mumbled under his breath “God you are really in for it Alexander Stuart.”