#oo2.

[greekrootsmoved]

@artcoup ,  WELL  I’M  NOT  INTIMIDATED  !

                  ❛❛    so.  how  do  you  know   MY   BOYFRIEND.     ❜❜

[hnstlyhazel-blog]

Hazel had spent the morning being ragged on by her father asking whom she was making the protein shake, she’d given her father a big smile and kiss on the cheek saying the leftover one in the blender was him before skipping out, knowing he wouldn’t be at the gym till later she went to bring Tanner the shake. 

“Hello, chocolate peanut butter protein shake delivery service.” Hazel announced as she patted the boy on the shoulder.

[okaydella-blog]

Della let out a sigh as she quietly closed her bedroom door, she wasn’t sure where Everett was but if he was sleeping she didn’t want him to wake up, he’d make some smartass remark about the guy whom was currently in their shower, she ran her fingers through her damp hair, biting down onto her lip as soon as she saw Everett, the blonde gave him a smirk as she made her way to sit across from him “Good morning, hot stuff.” Della spoke as she cocked an eyebrow at him.

[stagright-blog]

                 SIX  AM  AND   HE WAKES  WITH  A  WHORE’S  BRA   STRAP                  wrapped around his neck and her hand cupping his ass. Leftovers                  from last night.   Naked, he leaves the bed and throws her clothes                  her way.   A yawn rips from his throat as he points to the door and                                                                     scrapes his fingers along his scalp. 

                     ❛  ONE MORE ROUND ? PLEASE ? ❜ 

                 SHE SAYS IT LIKE HE’LL SAY YES.   HEAD FLICKING TO THE                   side, he wonders what the fuck she thinks she’s doing.    Ripping                  the sheets  from the bed and wrapping  them  repeatedly  around                                 his bare lower body, Ben withholds a howl of frustration.  

                    ❛  BYE. GET THE FUCK OUT ? ❜ 

                 SO SHE LEAVES. AND HE DOESN’T CARE.  SPENDS THE RE-                  st  of the morning  naked on his sofa,  sprawled  with  a reefer  in                  one hand and his best friend fucking a rough trick named T-MAN                                                                                          on the kitchen table.

[toomanyfaces-1x1]

Writing Sample || oo2.

Hayley was currently seated in front of a large mirror decorated with bright florescent bulbs, as she awaited the arrival of her band mates. The location was backstage of the Hard Rock Cafe, specifically in New York. She was alone for the moment, due to the fact that whenever the band did a show out of town they'd tour their surroundings for awhile. The shops, restaurants, clubs and of course all the little nick-knack stores. Tonight was a little different however, because Hayley had stayed behind. She just hadn't felt like riding around on a cramped up bus with four men, not anymore. The guys had promised they'd be back in time to prepare for the show and that was just fine with her, as long as she could be alone.

While taking a look at herself in the streak free glass of said, well lit mirror a feeling of disgust washed over her. Something that was becoming natural with every time she caught a glimpse of herself. Quickly she decided to make a few adjustments to her current attire. Seeing as the sun had set an hour or so ago, and their show started at eight she'd figured her wait for the guys wouldn't be much longer. So, now was as good a time as any to make some changes. Her currently blonde and faded orange hair was pulled up into a ponytail that reached to her shoulders. However, it wasn't doing to great of a job hiding the blueish gray rope marks that graced her pale flesh and circled her throat. Honestly, it was like she'd put her secret out there for the whole world to see.

Her reflection showed the path her forest green eyes took, slowly down from the untainted pale of her face and the baby pink of her lips, to the abrupt bruised rings that pushed inward around her neck. Lifting her right hand, she trailed her slender digits across the wounds lightly. Sending a surge through her body, one that could only be identified as a mixture of pain and pleasure. Hayley was only sixteen, but she was already planing for her life to end very soon. In fact she was ready for it to end now, and if she could just salvage enough time on her own. Well, she'd take it herself. No plots were needed, no crime scene body outlines or serial killers. Just a sharp knife or maybe a large bottle of pills and she'd be out like a light.

Sure, it was dark thought, but somehow it made her smile. The idea of not having to get up every morning and see the broken shambles of her life. It brought relief. Even now, when the lights would shine bright in only a few hours and she'd sing her heart out on a stage surrounded by the people who made things a little easier. She still only thought of ending it all, it didn't matter what she wanted though. She had too many people to please, too many lives to save that weren't her own in that crowd. The small female shrugged at the thought, as she took her hair down and let it fall gently over the marks, covering them for the most part and yet leaving her front view exposed. Just staring at it made her want to do it all over again.

Vivid was the memory of her last attempt, in Jeremy's bathroom while his mother cooked dinner and he watched television. She'd locked the door, and pulled a large rope from her sleep-over bag. It wasn't long before she'd tied it to the shower-current poles and laced it tightly around her small neck, everything was perfect. Her feet just the right length from the floor when she jumped, only she was too heavy and a few minutes in as she choked and gasped for air the pole gave and came ripping from the wall to the floor, taking she and the rope with it. Jeremy found her a few seconds later, and shortly after she was in the hospital. His mother didn't make her pay for the damage. Didn't they realize, each time they saved her she only wanted to do it again?

Just like she was planing to do tonight, after the show? Once the lights dimmed, and the “Para-family” went home Hayley would remove the red scarf, that Josh had brought her to wear tonight. He called it a good gesture, she called it a lie. Rip it right from her neck and use it as a biting cloth, to stifle her little moans of pain. She'd crawl up in her quiet little bunk, and take the pocket knife from under her pillow that she'd brought so many years ago. Slit her wrist, and of course someone would notice how quite she was and save her again. She was counting on it. Just then, a soft shuffle came from the hall, followed by a click of the door. Jeremy poked his head in and looked over at her, she could feel his blue eyes attempting to burrow deep into her soul and heal it. Discover some plan, or a notion that was running through her pretty little head. She smiled and nodded, it didn't work and he'd believe she was fine. Just like always.