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Daniel Sutherland - Looking Out Looking In, (2025)

Oil on paper on wood

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On Offer, Daniel Sutherland, 2025

[juliette-kennedy]

Gone || A visit || Closed

"Er, hi." she started, clearing her throat, "Can I go in now?" he'd blue eyes locked on the nurses sweet brown ones, sparkling with sorrow.

With a pitying glance, the nurse nodded, "Of course, sweetheart."

A bit disgruntled by the pity, she walked in. It was no secret, not even to the staff, that Juliette and Daniel were and are romantically involved. The staff simply turned the othe cheek, allowing the two to do whatever it was they did. Sighing, she walked in the door, freezing as she saw him in the hospital bed. He looked...dead. The thought of losing him terrified her. Moving closer, Juliette chewed on her bottom lip. Slowly, she reached down and grabbed his hand. It was limp, and cold. Like that of a corpse. "Oh." she muttered. In the back of her mind, she thought this must have been what it was like when their places were reversed just last week. Shakily, she crawled into the spy next to him, putting her head on his chest, listening intently to his eart's ever so faint eating. Swallowing hard, she squinted her eyes shut. "I'm sorry." that was all she could think of to say. In a way, this was all her fault, and her fault alone. She fucked up. She kept pushing and pushing, and in her mind, she had pushed Daniel to his breaking point. Sighing, she craned her neck up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "I love you. I should let you know that more often, shouldn't I?" a sad chuckle rumbled out of her throat.

Crinkling her face up, the tiny brunette frowned, "You know, it's my fault you did this. Intentially or not. I..well, I don't know. You said I only put in sixty percent, but that's not true. I'm trying. Really hard. That hurt. I love you. I need you. It's pathetic, really. I depend on you. Too much. I don't feel right if you're not there with me. And seeing you like this is scary. I know you can't die, but I'm still scared. So much shit has been happening. I don't feel good. I just need you right now." sinking her teeth back into her bottom lip, she ran a hand through his dark hair. "You know, from the moment I saw you, I knew you'd be the closest I'd ever get to being close. You made me happy. No ones ever done that. Since that day in the park, I knew I loved you." she nodded slightly as if to affirm her point, "I mean, shit. I fucked you up. I'm sorry. Stephen said that long ago. You need stability, but fuck, I'm the most unstable person. You're not destroying me, I'mdestroying you. I push you away because I'm afraid you'll push me. I get paranoid. The voices. They tell me you'll leave. you deserve so much better. You deserve someone that can love. You're pure."

"I'm going to be here when you wake up. I swear. It's just scary to see you like this. I'll be outside. Fuck, I love you so much. I just want you to be okay and happy. That's what one always wants for the people they love. I love you, Daniel Surherland. Nothing will ever change that." sighing, she softly kissed his cheek once more before getting up to sit outside, nervously waiting for him to wake up.

[juliette-kennedy]

Daniel

Letty

[nurse-fairy-anderson-blog]

Name: Daniel Sutherland.

[juliette-kennedy]

Where's Daniel?

[juliette-kennedy]

Flash Delerium || Juliette & Daniel

Hastily, Juliette finished off the last bit of her rum and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. She couldn't sleep. She felt completely empty. Long ago, she was okay with being empty. Used to it. But now, she loathed the feeling. She didn't want to e empty anymore. She found happiness and failed to latch onto it. If anything, she lost it. It floated just out of her grasp on her own accord. That just made it worse. Guilt. She was no stranger to guilt anymore. Guilt followed her like a daunting black cloud wherever she went. It unclenched it's spider like fingers and wrapped them around her, like vines. Choking her. It encroached every fiber of her being. She wasn't supposed to feel. She wasn't supposed to feel guilt. It all was mind blowing. She fucked up. Sighing, she slipped into an oversized sweater and ripped tights before walking out of her room.

It was almost funny how this night mirrored many others. How she would wait until it was at least two in the morning before dipping out of her house and to Daniel's. She'd go to his room through the backyard and take one of his jumpers before crawling next to him in his bed. She sighed, feeling nostalgic. This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to get attached again and fuck everything up. The girl wrapped her arms around herself before going into his room. She went in his bed and pulled his arms around her like old times. She wasn't sure if he was sleeping or not, but she kind of hoping he was. Being this close to him again sent shivers up her spine.

Swallowing thickly, she opened her mouth and began speaking in her hushed and rugged tone. This was her first time speaking in two weeks. Whilst speaking, she drew small circles with the tips of her finger on his skin. Again, shivering at the familiarity of it all."I love you. So fucking much. So much, it scares me. I'm scared you'll wake up and realise how fucked up I really am. You deserve someone better. Someone who isn't a total freak who lacks emotions and hears voices. I just, fuck. I was scared of the feeling. Nick was feeling the same. We freaked out and decided to craft this lie. I do not love Nick. I've only ever loved you." She sighed, pulling his arm tighter around her, "You're probably really upset and angry and I don't blame you. I broke your heart too many times. But I don't want to break you, I just want you. But nothing is ever that simple. Nothing. And they're after you, the voices. You make me happy, they don't like that. Hes going to make me hurt you. I don't want to hurt you. I should probably go before you wake up." She untangled herself and ever so softy pressed her lips to his cheek. "I love you so much." She mumbled before walking towards the door.

[juliette-kennedy]

So Nice So Smart || Closed

"You're so nice and you're so smart, you're such a good friend I have to break your heart, I'll tell you that I love you then I'll tear world apart, just pretend I didn't tear your world apart."

Juliette sat in the corner of her room. That was very odd for her, seeing as she would stay on the roof all of the time causing hell and torturing the patients and ghosts alike. But now, she was withdrawn. Even torture wouldn't satisfy her anymore. Squeezing her eyes shut, Juliette let out a shaky breath. She was doing this for herself. She needed to be strong, she needed to not need anyone. But the truth was, she did need someone. She needed him. Not Nick, but Daniel. She needed him, but she was pushing him away. It was better to be the one doing the pushing. She was thoroughly convinced he would leave her given the chance. That caused her to be disgruntled. She would spend forever and a day with him. He made her feel decent. Opening her eyes, she glanced around the room. A folded up paper crane rested on her nightstand. She took it and opened it up. On the inside was faded writing. Fifty years worth of fading. In Daniel and Juliette's handwriting were the words; "Love you forever." Clutching the note to her chest, a silent tear crawled down her face. She wiped it away. It was ridiculous. Crying. She was stronger than that better than that. So she thought.

Overwhelmed by the current wave of emotion she was feeling, Juliette got up and turned around, facing the wall. Suddenly, she hurled her small fist into the wall creating a tiny hole. Physical pain was something she could handle. Emotional pain was different. She wasn't supposed to feel anything yet, here she was. Turned into a complete mess because of 'love.' She slipped up at the sanatorium. She wasn't supposed to be this way. She was planning on being the completely cold bitch she was. But, he had the nerve to show up. He brought out the old, vulnerable, Juliette. The Juliette she worked so hard to kill and eliminate. Signing softly, she leaned her back against the wall and slid down. This was Nick's fault. He was the one that said they were weak. That they needed to break Gabriella and Daniel. It was Nick's fault. The only satisfaction she got was the fact that she knew it hurt Nick as much as it hurt her. Juliette was conscious she was hurting Daniel, the only person she vowed not to hurt. But, in her mind it made some sense. She was protecting him from her. She was a psychopath after all. She killed without a thought. She hurt people emotionally and physically on purpose. She was sadistic. She brunette got up once more and traversed the room to her bed. There, she stuck her hand under the mattress and looked for the drugs she took from Daniel. Maybe, getting high was what she needed.

Finding a baggie full of a brownish powder, Juliette looked in the bathroom for a needle. Then, she procured a spoon. She put some of the powder in the spoon and took out her lighter. Holding the flame underneath the metal spoon, she watched expressionless as the powder melted. The brunette grabbed the needle and filled the syringe with the liquid powder. She rolled up her flannel sleeve and eyed her arm, looking for a slightly raised vein. Frowning, she ghosted her fingers over her forearm. Finally, Juliette found a vein that stuck out a bit more than the rest. She took the needle and stuck it in, emptying it of its contents. She had no idea what was going to happen. She watched Daniel while he was high a couple of times and noticed how he seemed carefree, how be seemed to think he was invincible. But, she also saw him on a bad trip. She shuddered at the memory. Closing her eyes, Juliette waited for the euphoria to wash over her. She moved to lay on top of her bad, and rolled on her stomach. In what seemed like an instant to the girl, the high hit. She felt light and happy. The brunette started to giggle, her tiny laughs becoming louder. She scratched at her arms, seeing bugs crawl over them. She frowned and scratched at her arms with force, trying to get the 'bugs' off. It was a futile attempt. Fluttering her blue eyes open, Juliette froze. Right before her was the masked figure hallucination she often had.

Swallowing thickly, she looked at him and crinkled her brow. She reached for her notebook and wrote furiously, "No. Go away not now. Go away." She took her face into her hands and whimpered. "Leave me alone!" She closed her eyes shut tightly, and tried to focus on something else. But, she could not. The hallucination creeped closer and closer. It's fingers brushed her skin. Now, he wasn't real, but she still felt him. Her mind was fucked up. She cringed away and whimpered again, Taking her shoe off and throwing it at him, "FUCK OFF!" She attempted to hit her hallucination, but instead created another hole in the wall. She cradled her fist and watched the blood flow out. The masked figure snickered and breathed on her neck, "Babygirl, you did a wonderful job. Getting rid of the only person that ever gave a shit about you. Really, awesome job. Fuck up." Juliette chewed on the inside of her cheek. "Stop that" The masked figure cackled, "Oh Juliebaby, look at you; you got what you wanted, you're alone. And hey, you won't hurt him anymore. I was going to have you hurt him, you know, but hey, you did a fucking awesome job at that yourself." He mocked salute her and a deep frown etched itself onto her face. "Fuck off." The hallucination winked at her, "So, sad babygirl. You love him so much, huh? I think I'll still go after the fucker. I'll make you torture him. You're my puppet. I am you. You can't escape it." Juliette punched the wall again, her knuckles at this time a complete mess.

"How cute. Babygirl, this is just the start. I'm going to break you." Juliette did nothing, she had given up. She couldn't fight her projections. The girl looked up at him exasperated. "Fine. I love him. Happy?! Is that what you wanted to hear? Hear that I'm doing this so he doesn't have to deal with me? Cause, fuck that's the main reason. I stopped wanting power and control when he showed back up. Fuck it, I was almost happy. Almost. But, I fucked up. I fuck everything up." She shook her head and tugged at the ends of her hair. She realized the most terrible consequence of her decision with Nick. She lost someone and chances are, she'll never get him back. That caused her to feel such a great pain, she felt sick. Everything just hurt. Now, she didn't feel like ever speaking again. Her hallucination hovered closer and whispered in her ear, "Why don't you speak, Juliette? Doesn't anybody care?" It grabbed her jaw and she locked her eyes on its empty black ones. "No, they don't." It answered for her. He threw her down and she clawed at her skin, trying to get rid of the 'bugs' She scratched, her nails digging in quite deep leaving ugly red welts on her arm. She huffed out a breath and crossed her arms tightly whilst drawing her knees to her chest.

Juliette was having a bad trip. Her breathing rate increased and before she knew it, she threw up the contents of her stomach. So much emotional and physical stress burdened her.Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Juliette sighed she got up, going to the bathroom to fix herself and clean herself. She hit rock bottom - never had she felt this poorly before, normally she would've probably killed herself. She fucked up in a myriad amount of ways, but unfortunately, she couldn't do that. She wouldn't die. Out of frustration, she stormed out of her room once she was done. She had a mission, to cause pain to everyone else, to destroy. Destruction was simple for her. Punching the wall as she walked out, she hardened her features. She was slipping back into her deep depression. Causing pain seemed to be the only thing that would ease it.