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"I will definitely try my best. I will not let myself do that again." He looked into her bright green eyes and seemed to forget about the problem, smiling dreamily again.

2015-10-04 09:52:24
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"Even if it does happen, I'll still be here." Her hands moved to around his neck.

2015-10-04 09:53:16
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"I know." He placed his hands on her waist, picked her up again, and spun her around.

2015-10-04 10:03:48
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She giggled once more, wrapping her legs around his waist in the process as he picked her up.

2015-10-04 10:06:51
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He was laughing and almost tripped on the counter when the door opened and he looked up. When he saw who it was, within half a second, his grin froze, spat out an error message, and crashed hard.

2015-10-04 10:10:11
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Ivory noticed his smile faded. She looked. Oh. It was /him./ Slowly, she let go of Zane and returned to standing. "Can I help you?" She asked, standing between him and Zane, her feet planted shoulder length apart. Her hands slowly went to her pockets.

2015-10-04 10:13:15
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The tall man with the graying blonde hair, the spectacles and callused hands, blatantly ignored her and looked at his son instead. "I see you've been busy." "I-I-I, uh, I'm sorry, B-Bird, how is she doing?" Even when faced with something as dark as this from his past, he still only wanted to know his sister was still healthy. "She's living on campus now. So I've been home alone with my work. You know, I'd be a retired millionaire by now if you hadn't kept /breaking my projects/." "I'm s-s-sorry, I'm sorry, sorry...." he whimpered. He stood ramrod straight, hands in fists at his sides, and expression totally blank.

2015-10-04 10:21:22
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Her expression went cold quickly. As ice. As night. "I think you need to leave. /Now./" She snapped, hands becoming fists in her jacket pockets.

2015-10-04 10:23:40
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Finally, he looked at her. "Quiet, this is none of your business," he snapped.

2015-10-04 10:27:40
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"Actually, considering this is /my/ shop, and you're bothering /me/, it is. Now get out."

2015-10-04 10:28:48
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Once again, he ignored her, and stepped towards Zane, who began shaking with fear. "You thought you could run away just because I couldn't afford a plane ticket to follow you, huh? Well, you were wrong."

2015-10-04 10:33:26
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She stepped forward, closer to his father, still making sure she was between him and Zane. Feet still shoulder width apart. Hands still in pockets. "I think you're wrong by trying my patience. I'm not asking again. Leave."

2015-10-04 10:36:32
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"You and what army?" he sneered.

2015-10-04 10:39:21
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"Me." That's all she needed.

2015-10-04 10:39:38
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"Right." He shoved her out of the way and grabbed Zane by the shirt, slapping him across the face. "LOOK, YOU WORTHLESS SCREWUP. YOU'RE GOING TO GET BACK HOME AND HELP ME FIX EVERYTHING YOU SMASHED ON THE FLOOR." "N-n-n-n--" "WHAT? YOU'RE GOING TO SAY NO? LIKE HELL YOU ARE!"

2015-10-04 10:51:59
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Big mistake. Because of how she stood, she only moved a few feet if anything. A slight sting of her cheek just fueled her rage even more. She moved over, grabbed his father's wrist to remove it from Zane's shirt.

And twisted it.

There was a snap.

It broke.

2015-10-04 10:56:37
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He screamed. He threw his other fist at her face.

2015-10-04 11:03:03
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Pain. That’s the first thing that hit Ivory. She shut her eyes tight as she was slammed into a locker. The coldness metal was pulled away from her, and then another slam. Her head ached upon impact, and she finally opened her eyes. A male had her by the neck, and seemed concerned by the lack of expression upon Ivory’s face. “What, is a fag not going to put up a fight for once?” A smirk seemed ever plastered on his face.

Nothing from her. Silence. She just stared at him. Her eyes locked on his gaze.

He chuckled and grew bored, letting go of her neck and turning to walk away.

The second he had his back turn, she grabbed him by the arm.

And punched him in the face.

He was knocked down in shock.

She kept hitting.

And hitting.

And hitting.

Hands grabbed her and pulled her back. A teacher. Word had finally slipped of the scuffle.

Now she was sitting in the principal's office next to her father, her mother currently too busy with work to come down this time,

“Mr.Williams, you do realize this is the third fight she has been in this school year?” The principal advised, who looked old enough to be Ivory’s grandfather.

“Yes, I am well aware. My wife informs me everytime this happens. I’m sure Ivory was only defending herself, and I expect the others will be given punishment as well.”

“Well, since this is your daughter's third fight, policy states she is suspended for at least three days, and since I am well aware that she did not start the fight, so she is given three days suspension.”

“Can the man who she faught be charged?”

“Sadly, no. I’ve already told her mother this. She fought back, so the case wouldn’t hold well.”

“Ivory! Ivory!” Emma quickly ran towards Ivory, shoving her way past crowds of other students. Concern and desperation was in her voice. It immediately caught Ivory’s attention and she stopped talking to Jake for a moment to look at Emma, who was now panting after spriting halfway across the school.

“It’s Cassandra….she….she’s”

“What is it?” Ivory asked, now worried.

“She’s about to get into another fight!”

“Ah, fuck. Not again. Jake, hold this.” She tossed her school bag to him before following Emma back down the hallway.

They quickly arrived. Ivory shoved her way past the crowd that formed. Cassandra stood in front of another woman, fists up. Looks like neither one of them had thrown a punch yet, Good. She acted quickly.

Ivory pulled two pieces of ribbon out of her jacket’s pocket, and wrapped it around her hands. She knew what to do by now. After some consideration she eventually took the advice Jake once offered and did her own research a few months ago. She tied the ribbons off, and moved into the empty space, shoving Cassandra out of the way.

Just in time too. The woman threw the first punch, and narrowly missed ivory. She retaliated by grabbing the other woman’s arm and moving under her, elbowing her in the ribs to throw the taller woman off. To make a statement, Ivory attempted to break the other woman’s arm by throwing her own onto it. Sadly, Ivory didn’t put enough force into this, and pissed the woman off even more, who in return grabbed Ivory by the shoulders, and threw her to the side.

Unfortunately for Ivory, that was down a flight of stairs.

When her body hit the last step, she heard the sound of teachers coming. Her leg hurt. Her arm hurt. Everything /hurt/. She hadn't moved, just kept her eyes shut.

Ivory felt herself be picked up and carried, she assumed to the nurse's office.

The nurse examined her upon finding out she was conscious, then stepped out of the room to call her parents.

She thought everything was going to be fine until she was escorted into the principal’s office. Instead of a small suspension. She got an ambulance ride to hospital.

The nurse saw the cuts.

She was considered a ‘threat to herself’ by the nurse.

Her mother argued with the principal that they were from the fight but he didn’t want to hear it.

The school demanded a 72-hour observation in the psychiatric ward before she could return to school.

Those 72 hours came and went, most it was test after tests to see if she had any sort of mental disorders other than her insomnia. No results yet, and that’s hopefully how it will remain. In the morning, she would heading home. Away from this place. It wasn’t like she was miserable here or anything, but she really missed her friends more than anything. Her parents? Well her father stopped by once to drop off clothes and books but she hasn’t seen him since, and her mother refuses to acknowledge she was in here at all. Honestly, at this point Ivory didn’t blame her, as she probably would of done the same thing.

Currently, it was free time before lights out, which meant phones were available for patient use. Oddly enough, no one had called her during her stay here either, not even Lance. Well, she assume it was mostly because he didn’t even know where she was, and long distance calls were prohibited unless they were received. Oh well, she could explain everything to him tomorrow, For now? She was going to call Jake. Why not? He was usually free at this time of night. She picked up the corded phone and dialed the number. A few rings.

“Hello?” He answered, a confusion in his tone. Well, this is a number he didn’t recognize. No big deal.

“Hey!” A smile spread across her face, now glad she had someone to talk to.

“...Oh, hey.” Well he didn’t sound too thrilled to talk to her.

“Sorry that you didn’t recognize the number at first I’m in-”

“You’re in the hospital, I know. Emily told the whole school.”

...Oh. She went quiet.

“Listen...could you...do me a favor?”

“Yes! What is it?”

“....Don’t talk to me or Cassandra ever again.”

Her smiled faded. She bit her bottom lip to fight back the tears. “Why?”

“Well, Cassandra is now getting made fun of at school. They think you’re her girlfriend now that you keep defending her in fights. As for me….I don’t talk to crazy people.”

“...But I’m not crazy I even-”

“Yes. You are. You’re in the psych ward. For all I know your mind made Lance and everyone that lives...wherever up. You’re crazy. Don’t talk to me ever again.”

Finally. A click. He hung up. She did too.

She didn’t sleep that night. How could she?

There was no one waiting for her when she got out. No one. She could easily guess Lance wouldn’t want anything to do with her once she told him where she was all this time.

The next morning, she sat in the bathroom, waiting for the water to heat up for her morning shower. Her roommate was getting breakfast at the time, so that meant she was in the room alone. Good. The bathroom door didn’t lock anyway

She took a look in the mirror. Her eyes red and bloodshot. Ivory had been silently crying all night, and thankfully she wasn’t out of bed enough for anyone else take notice. She was leaving today, and she didn’t want to mess that up. At least she could suffer alone and not bother anymore therapist or nurses.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw something.out of the corner of her eye,

The mirror was cracked. a small shard could easily be removed. Ivory reached out, placed her fingernails under it, and pulled it out. The ends nicked her skin. A small piece of paper fell out of the blank space and onto the floor. She kneeled down and picked it up. Small writing was on it.

‘You’re not crazy if you’re in hell.’

...It was right. Whoever wrote that right.

Maybe she wouldn’t leaving today. Maybe she would never leave here.

Do ghosts exist? Well, she was sure as hell about to find out.

Ivory removed her shirt and stepped into the shower. The hot water would help her bleed faster. It raised blood pressure. in her left hand, she held the mirror shard tightly. Could she do this? Could she really go through with this? There was no going back from death.

She closed her eyes.

And dug the blade into the underside of her arm, cutting from her wrist to her elbow.

She dropped the shard. The blood flowed from her arm.

Yes could.

The lightheadedness hit her quickly. Her arms and legs tingled. She couldn’t feel the heat of the shower anymore. From outside the room. She heard the door open. Her roommate was back. Upon noticing that IVory was in the shower, she started to sing, loud enough for Ivory to hear it in the bathroom.

“Everywhere I'm looking now, I'm surrounded by your embrace, Baby, I can see your halo, You know you're my saving grace”

Ivory had to sing back. She had to or her roommate would alert to nurses. At least that’s what she threatened. Anything would do. Her head ached. Everything was hurting. She inhaled deeply.

“I’m scared to get close, and I hate being alone. I long for that feeling to not feel at all. The higher I get, the lower I’ll sink. I can’t drown my demons they know to sw-”

She couldn’t even get the last word out. She fell and hit the ground with a loud thud. Everything went black.

Ivory awoke slowly. The sounds of machines beeping softly was the first thing that she heard. Where was she? Her eyes fluttered open. The environment changed. The white walls that once surrounded her were now larger. Her arm was tightly wrapped with thick gauze. Her ankle was wrapped as well, but something much softer. Why? Her eyes fluttered open and she scanned the room. A hospital room? Yeah. It seemed like it.

A doctor stepped in almost immediately.

“Do you know what you did?” She immediately asked.

“...Yes.” Very clearly.

“Well, because of it you’ll be staying longer in the psychiatric ward, as well as your test results have come in….Ms.Williams, you have been diagnosed with severe anxiety and cyclothymia, and it is more than likely your cyclothymia may eventually develop into bipolar disorder.”

...Oh. Jake was right.

She was crazy after all.

“Okay.” She responded.

“You’re very lucky to be alive. You know that? You needed a blood transfusion and there weren’t many donors with your blood type. Luckily a man in Pennsylvania matched your type perfectly.” He paused. “There is also one other thing.”

What else could their be? How worse could this day get?

“We noticed bruising in your ankle and did some x-rays. Seems like your school fights once led you to sprain your ankle, and it didn’t heal properly. Because of it, it looks like it has become sensitive to re-injury.”

Wonderful.

Just wonderful.

Ivory knew right away that the ankle injury originally wasn’t from fights, but instead from James. She was so stupid. She should of made something up to her mother. She should of gotten treatment.

Finally, Ivory was given the okay to return to school after another week in the ward. By now she grew to hate the color white. Those white walls will be permanently burned into her brain now. Once again her mother chose to ignore the fact that her daughter might be mentally ill, and got her back into school as quick as possible.

She sat in her history class, quietly reading as the other students took a test she currently was exempt from. The heel of her foot touched her bag on the floor, and she felt her phone vibrate. Hmmm? Who could be texting her during school? Another vibration. Was it Lance? She really hasn’t be given enough computer access time to talk to him…..if he even wanted to talk to her.

Ivory asked for the bathroom pass and quickly rushed off to it, taking her bag with her. Once she arrived, she set her back on the floor, took out her phone, and viewed the text. Emma sent it. Basically the only person who would even talk to her now.

“You in the girls bathroom right now?”

“Because I need to tell you something.”

She tapped out a reply.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“I don’t want to be friends anymore.”

That little bit of hope left in her faded. Oh.

“What? Why?!”

“Same reason Cassandra doesn’t want to. I’m not a fucking fag. I don’t even want to be around you anymore if that means people think I’m gay too.”

Ivory set her phone down. Honestly? She didn’t feel anything.

Well, that was an understatement.

She felt everything.

Everything hurt her.

She needed to cut. It would make things better. Death would make this better. Anything would make this better. Quickly, she dug into her bag and pulled out a bottle of pills and a razor blade. First, she ripped off the label to the pill bottle. The last thing she needed was for the school to find out that she brought of 30 tablets of xanax if she survived this. All of it was hers, but that was a different situation entirely. This might send her back, but honestly? She didn’t care anymore.

Living was a pain.

Death was easy.

Her phone vibrated again. She read the text quickly.

“ Sorry for this.”

Before she could respond to ask what the hell Emma was talking about, she felt someone grab her by her jacket and drag her out of the bathroom. Immediately she was thrown to the floor, and she looked up. Emma stood there with a couple other boys, and another girl who dragged her out. The group made no hesitation, they immediately started to kick. One of them ran into the bathroom.

Emma ordered them to stop, turned Ivory over, and straddled her, making her look Emma in the eye.

“Fuck you, cunt.” She then punched her.

Ivory knew how to easily get up.

She could take on all of these guys.

But what was the point?

There was no reason to fight anymore.

“Emma! I found a fucking motherload of Xanax. We can get high after this to celebrate!”

“Wonderful. Now give me the razor. I need to cut a bitch.”

Wait...Emma was going to CUT her?

She watched as she was handed the Razor.

And closed her eyes, her hands immediately trying to cover her neck and face.

“HEY!” she heard. A male voice. A teacher.

Once again Ivory was brought down to the principal’s office. Her mother was there.

This time, Ivory didn’t fight back.

The group was charged.

Her mother got a restraining order on Emma.

Since no one could prove the razor was not her’s or the Xanax was not stolen from Ivory, all of them were arrested and suspended for the rest of the year.

This all happened without a word from Ivory.

What was the point?

She was alone.

This memory was more modern than the rest. The scene completely familiar. The city of New York. Ivory hummed a tune as she walked, the music blasting in her ears from her ipod. Snow was starting to fall gently, and people around her were rushing around to get Christmas shopping done, even if Thanksgiving had barely passed. She swerved and moved for strangers, trying to stay out of their way, and almost hit the window of a bar as she narrowly missed a child and their mother moving by her. At first, she thought nothing by it. Why would she? There was no need for it. She was safe.

Ivory moved down a more residential neighborhood. The crowds diminishing and soon the only sound was the soft clicks of the heels she decided to wear today. She felt a hand touch her back, and another pull out one of her earbuds. She stopped in her tracks.

“Sorry.” A male spoke, his voice calm and quiet. “I don’t mean to bother you, but you seemed to be having a lot of fun.”

She looked up. The male was at least a foot taller than her, which really wasn’t that hard. He brushed some of the long locks he had out of his face, the eyeliner that outlined his eyes thickly now more evident. Wow. He dressed in all black too? So more than likely he was as deep into the alternative lifestyle as she was. It fit him well. Hell, it even made him look more attractive.

“No, no. It’s okay.” She removed her other earbud. “Did I accidentally run into you or something?”

He chuckled. “Ah, no. I actually noticed you from the bar window, and it seems Prince Charming had to take a peek at Snow White.”

Was he hitting on her? It seemed like it. Haha...her pale complexion started to become warm. He took notice right away.

“Sorry...again. If this conversation is unwanted I-”

“No, you’re fine. Really.” It was just no one has really flirted with her before, at least in a serious matter.

He smiled warmly. “Good. I was actually about to head this way, if you wanted to walk with me.”

“I’d like that.” Now it was her turn to smile.

The two of them walked together, giving the other friendly conversation. Turns out his name was Marcello, and he had moved to New York around the same time she did. Everything seemed to be going well.

Until he stopped suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, slightly concerned.

He took her by the wrist. “Follow me.”

He led her into an alleyway, keeping a firm grip on her wrist. The concern grew what was he doing?

He stopped and turned, suddenly pinning her to the wall.

“Have you ever met a vampire?”

Wait, SHIT!

He leaned in close and saw the dried blood mark on her neck. “Looks like you have. Shame. You seemed nice enough to turn too. For a second I thought my senses were just off.”

He bit down on her neck hard, then immediately pulled away, spitting out the small amount of blood he tasted. “Fuck. How long has that been there? Fucking cunt.”

In a fit of anger, he threw her down and started to punch her. Then kick. Then punch again.

Ivory shut her eyes. It was too much. Everything hurt too much. There was the sound of bones cracking. Her bones cracking. Which ones? Did it matter? Blood sprayed from her mouth. Oh fuck. She was going to die, wasn’t she? This was all her fault! Lance said to be careful. Lance said to watch out. She was so /foolish/. She needed him. She needed him right now more than ever; however, the kicking won’t stop. This wouldn’t stop. There was going to be no end.

Soon she was unable to move from the immense pain she was in.

Eventually he finally did stop.

“Lets see if your friend can find you now.” He called as he walked away, then stopping. “And if you somehow live through this? I’ll hunt you down and kill you like tease you are.”

Once he was gone, she reached for her phone. Ow. Ow! OW! She could barely get out a one word text to Lance.

“Help.”

If there was a time in her life where she thanked Lance for being an angel, it was now. He found her within minutes. “...Ivory.” It sounded like he was about to cry.

He crushed to her side, holding her in his arms.

She opened her mouth to speak, but more blood dripping out of her mouth.

“Shh...please don’t speak.” He held her tighter. “I’m here. It’s going to okay.”

There was silence between them for a few minutes.

“I...I have to turn you. There’s no other way. You’ll die here if I don’t. I don’t want to lose you…..Not like this. Not now.”

He leaned in close.

“I’m sorry.”

He bit down on her neck, taking her blood.

For a moment. It didn’t hurt all, but she knew that was going to be short lived. After a few moments, Lance pulled away, and held her tightly against his chest. He knew what was coming, and so did she.

Did she want this? No.

But now she didn’t have a choice.

The pain violently struck her, causing her to immediately grab onto his shirt. She coughed and started to shake. Ivory made an attempt to scream out in pain, but it only came out as a garbled noise. If she was hurting before, that pain was replaced with something far greater. Her insides were burning, especially around her neck.

Then everything went quiet.

She breathed her last breath.

2015-10-04 11:06:40
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She threw her's as well, this one with a mirror shared between her knuckles. She managed to dig it into his face.

2015-10-04 11:08:29
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It tore a gash through the skin on his collarbone, and blood dripped down his chin. He grabbed her by the throat with his one good hand and squeezed hard.

Zane fell to his knees in an absolute overload of emotions, sorrow, despair, guilty, pity, rage.....rage. Rage, most of all. Through his helpless tears, he bared his teeth and roared, loud and animal, standing up to lift his father bodily over his head and throw him to the ground, pulling him off Ivory in the process.

2015-10-04 11:24:12
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At the moment, Lance quickly made his way into the shop, Cale trailing in behind him. He quickly moved over to her, picking her off the ground, wrapping his arms so tight around her body and arms she couldn't struggle.

"Drop the mirror." He demanded.

"NO!"

"I SAID DROP IT IVORY!"

She instantly did, falling silent.

2015-10-04 11:29:55
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Cale looked like he might be having a heart attack, though definitely not from running here. The crazy tsunami of feelings he'd gotten from Zane nearly made his head explode. He ran over to Zane, who was still panting, snarling, and didn't look like he was particularly interested in reason right now, and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Zane! Stop breathing. Unclench your fists. Close your eyes." While he did all this, going absolutely silent and still, Cale looked down at the form on the floor. ....oh, shit. Well, that explained it, at least partially.

2015-10-04 11:35:50
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Lance finally let go of Ivory, and glanced over at the unconscious body. "God /dammit/ Ivory, I thought we said /no more fights!/"

"I don't care."

"What?"

"I DON'T CARE!"

"YOU BETTER CARE BEFORE YOU EXPOSE YOURSELF! IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY!"

2015-10-04 11:39:45
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"Lance, that's Zane's father," Cale interrupted. Zane twitched at the word.

2015-10-04 11:41:47
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Lance out a breath. "I already know that." He spoke. "But this isn't the first time Ivory has gotten herself into trouble."

2015-10-04 11:42:44