The girl who doesn't remember

Around 19 years old-found in the forest-now residing at Brielle institute in Oregon

[maybe-dixie-blog]

abbyslxve:

“doesn’t matter how it works, it just does,” abigail dismissed, waving her hand. then, when the other said she’d try, abigail held out the cigarette to her, brows lowering as a wicked grin danced across her lips. “be careful, people say this shit’s addictive. curiosity didn’t kill the cat but it sure did SCAR it for life.”

Dixie shrugged, if the other girl could get away with it, then she could too.    She took the cigarette from the other girl, and pulled it up to her lips, inhaling the smoke.  She exhaled after she removed it from her mouth, smiling at the girls words.  “Don’t worry, I’m sure I won’t get addicted to it from one cigarette.”

[maybe-dixie-blog]

“It’s just that I’ve never heard of that, I’m sorry.”  Dixie apologized to the person in front of her, upset that she couldn’t even remember some things from the outside world.

[maybe-dixie-blog]

hermissingpulse:

marcie looked at the other, feeling her lips blossom into a smile as she realized she wasn’t the only one in this place who was confused, dazed and totally, utterly LOST. though at something the other said, she had to raise an eyebrow; “psychiatric ward?” she inquired, not knowing what that was…brielle, oregon- jeez, this afterlife sure had many nicknames. “me too,” she offered, lost as well, smiling awkwardly. “my name is marcie, what’s yours?” 

Dixie breathed a sigh of relief, the girl wasn’t expecting her to be any sort of expert on the place.  She shrugged at the girl when she questioned her.  “Or the medical one.  Honestly I don’t really know, we’re somewhere in Brielle though, that’s what I do know.”  She paused at the girls question, but decided to give her the name she’d adopted for herself.  “DIxie.”  

[n8whit-deactivated20180618]

“How often is the healthy amount to constantly run away from your problems?”

@maybe-dixie

[maybe-dixie-blog]

“I don’t know... I mean, I guess it depends on how big the problems are.”

[ofencvmbrance]

marcie had only been in brielle for a little over a day or two. she had kept to herself, minding her own business, back to the wall as she aimlessly patrolled the halls. she was investigating, confused as to where she was. why was her spirit sent here? marcie didn’t understand. she had doctors and other people talking to her…maybe she was in some afterlife or sorts? Sir had never mentioned anything…but being DEAD was something he wouldn’t be able to tell her anything about. he was alive, she was not. she saw someone wandering down the halls, and her curiosity had began to get the best of her; “excuse me!” she called out, waving her hand so she’d catch their attention. “excuse me, would you be able to tell me where we are?” 

[maybe-dixie-blog]

Dixie had been walking around the halls, lost, trying to find the cafeteria for lunch.  Seeing another girl waving her hand at her she stopped to pay attention.  “I uh... I think we’re in the psychiatric ward... I think so anyways.”  She could feel her face heat up with embarrassment.  “I’m a bit lost.”  She admitted.

[littleharper-deactivated2017120]

Flipping through the book, Harper held on tighter to the stuffed animal she was holding. She couldn’t read any of it, but the pictures were really very pretty. Perhaps someone could read it to her, but she wasn’t sure who she wanted to, ‘cause some people were scary and she wasn’t comfortable around them. When she heard someone walk up to her, she pointed to the book, then to the person, trying to indicate she wanted them to read it to her. Maybe a moment like this would make her more comfortable around other people.

[maybe-dixie-blog]

Dixie had been sitting in the rec room all day, watching TV.  She’d been letting some of the younger patients pick the channel, watching whatever was put on, but eventually the shows got a bit boring and she got up, looking for something else to do.  Seeing a young girl sitting against a wall, reading, she walked over, to see what she was reading.  “What book do you have here?”  She questioned, sitting down next to the girl after she pointed at her.

[maybe-dixie-blog]

abbyslxve:

“that’s GREAT. and, that means, that rule only applied yesterday and…not today.” abigail pridefully pressed the tube of nicotine between her lips again. she looked at the girl who was staring at her, watching, and then abigail withdrew- allowing a steady stream of smoke to bleed from smirk-curled lips. the brunette sat up, brows lifting; “you wanna try?”

“I’m not really sure that’s how it works...”  The tall girl said, unsure.  She walked over to the couch where the other girl sat, and perched on the edge.  Not completely sure if she should, she nodded in response to the girl.  “I guess so, I’m a bit curious.”

[simcnsaid]

“what? i didn’t see a SIGN saying no smoking. c’mon, it’s just one. it’s not gonna kill anyone…ok, it might kill me but- jesus, calm down, would you? open a window or something if it bothers you that much.”

[maybe-dixie-blog]

“But... they said there was no smoking allowed in here when I arrived yesterday.”  Not that it really mattered to her, she couldn’t even remember her name, never mind if she smoked or not.  She got a bit curious watching the girl, wondering if she should try.  After a few seconds though, she decided that if she used to smoke, she wouldn’t anymore.  “I won’t tell on you though, I don’t see any point to that.”  

[butterflyinthewell]

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