#sabra's asks

[cassettes-and-memories-blog]

happy birthday!!!! I'm not signed into my main sorry)))

//Thank you!!!

[blondes-and-gingers]

[text]: Barbie? Where are you? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so selfish to only reach out now. I'm sorry. Please talk to me. Please. [text]: I don't know what to do. [text]: please.[text]: I'm so scared.

[text]: Gordana.

[text]: I'm fine, and you will be too.

[text]: Go talk to Tabitha. Go rough house with Jenny. Pet a cat.

[text]: I'm...

[text]: Safe. But I'm doing what liberals call "soul searching", I think.

[text]: Don't tell anybody I said that and tell Tif to take charge for now.

[text]: I'll be "home" eventually.

[cassettes-and-memories-blog]

[text]: telling you here because it's more private. i'm breaking into derby's study to see if i can find whatever pics he's talking about. [text]: will probably end up smashing his computer. [text]: trust me you don't want to be involved in this.

[text]: Tad.

[text]: My parents don't feel enough to care about me. You know what will happen if you get caught.

[text]: I could easily get out of any trouble because the money I have is, at this point, mine. Your father controls yours.

[text]: I don't mind being involved, but maybe you should have someone do it for you.

[cassettes-and-memories-blog]

the first night after leo died

You turned on the video camera.

You sat down in front of it, staring at the cold lens.

"...I miss you."

The voice was hollow, and you wondered what you were doing. You were still wearing the suit you'd put on the day before, and there were light stains of alcohol permiating it.

"I miss you."

You run a hand through your hair and you almost cry but you don't, you really, truly don't, because it's just not worth it. Because nothing's worth it anymore.

"I miss you."

And you'll say it ten times more before the tape runs out.

[cassettes-and-memories-blog]

first time you met Leo

You were five.

(Or was it six? Or four?)

You were five, and the others seemed...different.

For one thing, they knew each other. Gord clinging to Derby who pretended not to cling back.

Pinky, who nonchalantly hung around her father, but got in a few words with the boys.

You didn't like them. Well, no; it's not that you didn't like them, they just...made you nervous.

(I'd never known anyone but mommy and daddy how could I've not been nervous)

And truly, maybe you felt something different, about Leo. But honestly, you don't really remember what you thought when you first saw him; just how you felt when he first spoke.

"You look lonely."

Instantly on guard. You frowned, clutching your small bag closer.

"My names' Leo. What's yours?"

"...Bryce."

"That's a weird name."

You didn't really like him much.

But, he didn't really go away. You ended up spending the entire time with him, whether you wanted to or not. And the same thing happened the next party. And the next.

Until you weren't scared of him anymore.

Until you started to look forward to seeing him.

Parties turned into sleep overs turned into house visits turned into spending all your time with him.

Until all you knew was his voice and presence.

Until all you wanted to know was what he said and did all day long.

[blondes-and-gingers]

Barbie are you engaged?

I'm engaged to Blue, who I think is about two seconds away from calling it off.

...I should probably go back to Harrington House eventually, shouldn't I?

[cassettes-and-memories-blog]

[text]: I hate to ask it but you're good with statistics. How likely am I to wake up while under anesthesia?

The most recorded number I know of is that 1 or 2 people out of every 1,000 surgery patients wake up, which is 0.001 or 0.002 probability.

However, the number is from 2008. I do not know enough about science to tell you if we've advanced farther in anesthesia research to make this point null.

Chances are, you won't. But there's always a probability.

[cassettes-and-memories-blog]

Bryce, are you in your room?

Yes, I am. Why?