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Post by Dylan Edwards on Jun 9, 2011 16:41:29 GMT -5
Dylan walked deep into the forest, so deep that there was bound to be monsters lurking behind every shadow. He had his sword, so he should be fine. He sat down next to a tree and took out his pocket knife. He held the knife in his hand clenching his fists so tight that his knuckles were turning white. He started to remember everything that happened, all that he went through when he was littler. He remembered his older brother trying to drown him in the bathtub, he remembered his mom being an alcoholic and never getting up and staying asleep all day long and not feeding him or his brother. He remembered the gang fights he used to get into. He took his jacket off, revealing his arms, that had long scars down every arm. The scars were like a bunch of lines colliding in every direction. He took the knife, ready to make a brand new scar. He pressed the knife to his skin and dragged it along his skin, barely going deep. He never tried to kill himself, ever. He always just liked being in the pain, like it was his fault all of this happened to him when he was littler. He dragged the knife deeper into his skin and ran it along his skin stopping at his wrist.
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Post by ~Emmy~ on Jun 9, 2011 17:08:16 GMT -5
(Mmm...haven't had a dark thread since...forever. Actually, since Crystal went about...*cough* never mind.)
I made another habit of mine to explore the forest, which was so wide and thick I was thinking about making a map. The deeper I went it, the darker it got and the gloomier it made me feel. It took awhile before I noticed Dylan. I didn't immediately go up to him. Feeling rather tenebrous that day, I stood in halfshadow by a tree, slightly curiously watching the son of Apollo.
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Post by Dylan Edwards on Jun 9, 2011 17:18:42 GMT -5
He watched the blood drip down his arm, from the light around the forest, it looked completely black. He took the knife again and started to make another line down his arm, going deeper this time, and he cut across one of his old scars making them look like an "X".
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Post by ~Emmy~ on Jun 9, 2011 17:24:26 GMT -5
I craned my neck and squinted slightly in an attempt to make out what he was doing.
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Post by Dylan Edwards on Jun 9, 2011 17:28:15 GMT -5
Dylan started yet another line on his wrist, he was cutting it deep, until he realized what he had done. He had cut his vein and it was now gushing blood. "Fuck!," he growled as he took his jacket and wrapped it around his wrist trying to stop the blood, dropping his knife on the ground.
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Post by ~Emmy~ on Jun 9, 2011 17:34:07 GMT -5
Is...he...? I snapped my head back suddenly, staring at the scene for another second, fighting against my dislike for him and my natural worry. The latter won over and I walked towards Dylan from where I was beside a tall pine tree. "What are you doing?"
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Post by Dylan Edwards on Jun 9, 2011 17:37:00 GMT -5
Dylan quickly put his jacket back on when he realized somebody was here, so whoever it was couldn't see his arms. He pushed his knife to the side trying to hide the evidence and then he realized it was Crystal, "What are you talking about?" he said trying to look clueless.
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Post by ~Emmy~ on Jun 9, 2011 17:39:07 GMT -5
I pursed my lips and crossed my arms. "I saw you so don't play games with me," she snapped.
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Post by Dylan Edwards on Jun 9, 2011 17:40:25 GMT -5
Dylan winced at the pain in his arms, "I have no idea what you are talking about, Crystal."
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Post by Summer Anderson on Jun 9, 2011 21:34:06 GMT -5
I appeared, appearing in a flash of light. "Seriously, Dylan."
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Post by Dylan Edwards on Jun 9, 2011 22:43:38 GMT -5
Dylan looked from Crystal to Summer, "Whatever. I'm leaving," he got up and grabbed his knife off the ground with the blood still dripping off of it and started to walk away.
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Post by Victoria Vega on Jun 10, 2011 7:34:25 GMT -5
I watched everything in a tree. I dropped down and followed Dylan, "Why were you doing that?" I asked when I was right behind him.
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Post by Dylan Edwards on Jun 10, 2011 11:28:54 GMT -5
Dylan turned around to her, "I don't remember when it became a rule that I had to explain my life to you."
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Post by Victoria Vega on Jun 10, 2011 12:50:15 GMT -5
I put my hands up ,"Okay. Sorry. I just wanted to know" I said sharply. Then I muttered, "Too many people are hurting themself."
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Post by Dylan Edwards on Jun 10, 2011 13:38:09 GMT -5
Dylan left the forest and walked into the Apollo cabin. Once he was sure nobody was in there, he sat down on his bed and he took out the knife again and took his jacket off and put the knife to his skin and started a new line down his other arm.
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Post by ~Emmy~ on Jun 10, 2011 16:18:57 GMT -5
I looked at Summer questioningly. I wanted to talk to him, but considering the pranks going on lately he probably didn't like me the least bit. Not that many people did, anyway.
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Post by Ari Kohl on Jun 10, 2011 16:41:48 GMT -5
"Dylan? Are you cutting yourself?" I asked coming out of the bathroom. "Wow, I never realized someone as perfect as you would cut himself. See you learn something new everyday!" I sighed sitting down next to him. I lifted up my sleeve revealing my arm full of scars, some fresh, some old. "Dylan, before you got here...my best friend died. I attempted suicide. Don't tell anyone this...but I still try. See." I went to my bag and pulled out a large bottle of Vodka.
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Post by ~Emmy~ on Jun 10, 2011 16:55:56 GMT -5
Without waiting for Summer's response, I said aloud, "I'm visiting the Apollo Cabin," and headed out of the forest.
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Post by Dylan Edwards on Jun 10, 2011 17:02:52 GMT -5
Dylan stared at her completely shocked, "But your a big ball of joy. I didn't think you would commit suicide," he sat his knife on the ground as he took the bottle of Vodka from her, "You may be the cabin leader, but I'm taking this from you, you won't be committing suicide anymore."
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Post by Ari Kohl on Jun 10, 2011 17:09:24 GMT -5
"I am not joyful! I'm just like really depressed at the moment. And give it back! It makes the pain go away. I can't deal without it! I thought you would unserstand Dylan!" I pulled my knife out from under my pillow. "I can do what everrrrrr I want." I sliced the bottom of my stomach, close to my bikini line.
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