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"YOUR WHAT?! /BOYFRIEND/?! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" There was no response. I scowled and stomped back to the wall, peering around it. No one. There was no one around. My expression emptied out, along with my rage. ".......oh." She was gone. Out? I assumed so. Was this...good or bad? I don't know. I'll find out soon enough.

I huddled by the wall until I finally woke up. When I did, I just sat and stared into space. Everything is changing. It seems I no longer have a reason to live, die, or do much of anything at all. I don't even have anything to get hot-tempered over every night to distract myself. There's just...nothing.

2015-10-09 10:21:15

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Ivory shifted in her sleep, and regained consciousness. Immediately, she groaned and buried her face into the couch. Her aching head was completely unbearable. Why did she think that was a good idea? Probably because false happiness was better than nothing at all.Her hands trembled slightly, but that was for a different reason.

2015-10-09 10:26:39

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I heard Ivory wake up. I didn't move. There was nothing I could do to help, and I didn't know where Lance kept the Tylenol.

2015-10-09 10:29:05

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After a few minutes, she cleared her throat. "...Seculus?" She finally asked quietly. "Are you awake?"

2015-10-09 10:31:32

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".............yes," I whispered. Loud voices wouldn't do her any favors.

2015-10-09 10:32:19

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"...Do me a favor?" She asked. "Go in the bathroom and grab the Tylenol. It's in the medicine cabinet behind the mirror. Next to it should be some Aloe Vera gel...could you get that too?"

2015-10-09 10:35:21

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Without a word, I pushed myself up, eyes empty, and went to find the bathroom and various remedies. Within a few minutes I returned, carrying a glass of water as well, and handed these to her, opening up the bottle of gel myself to rub on her burns.

2015-10-09 10:37:08

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When he returned, she sat up, and slipped off her jacket. Slowly, she took the pills, and set the water down, hands still shaking greatly. "Thank you." She spoke before she buried her face into her hands.

2015-10-09 10:39:51

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I put a hand on her head, stroking her hair. The alcohol had worn off, and now, in the real world, she had to deal with everything again. I'm so sorry.

2015-10-09 10:41:44

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She let out a slow, soft breath, trying to focus. "Have you been up for long?" Ivory asked. "You left pretty early."

2015-10-09 10:44:53

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I shook my head. Then remembered she wasn't looking at me. "......not long. I saw Calypso."

2015-10-09 10:46:17

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"Oh. Did she hurt you?"

2015-10-09 10:46:44

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"No....it's more like.....she's scared of me now." This stabbed at something inside me. Not my heart. I didn't have one of those anymore. Whatever dignity remained, maybe.

2015-10-09 10:47:44

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"....She has every right to be. She's hurt you. A lot."

2015-10-09 10:48:46

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"...........not as much as I hurt Louhkie." I went quiet. Quieter. "He can barely even use his hand anymore."

2015-10-09 10:49:43

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"...That's unfortunate." Slowly, she reached a shaky hand out to touch his shoulder for some form of comfort.

2015-10-09 10:52:34

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Now it was my turn to bury my face in my hands. I broke him. His happy, grinning face and can-do attitude. I broke him. Would his hand ever be the same again? I wanted to fix it, more than anything, but I didn't even know where to /begin/. I lowered one hand from my face to place on hers. That's when I noticed. "....you're shaking."

2015-10-09 10:55:28

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"Yeah...I know...morning shakes are apart of xanax withdrawals." She admitted. "I haven't been taking my medications lately...dumped them, actually. Didn't want to do something I was going to regret after everything happened....as much as I wanted to."

2015-10-09 10:58:12

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......./what/? "But you need that! It's...it's for your anxiety, isn't it?? You can't just dump it!"

2015-10-09 10:59:33

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She flinched at the shouting. "...I know."

2015-10-09 11:00:52

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I went silent again, returning my head to my hands. There was no fixing that now. There was no fixing anything. Everything was broken, it was all my fault, and there was /nothing/ I could do to fix it.

2015-10-09 11:02:00

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Slowly, she turned towards him, and placed another trembling hand on his shoulder. Then lowered her head, and rested it on his shoulder. Please don't be mad.

2015-10-09 11:04:20

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....I'm not..... "....I'm not mad....." Or at least, not in that sense. Just...hopeless. "Is..there a way to get you more?"

2015-10-09 11:05:31

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"Yeah. It just...takes time...and Lance's cooperation. I'll just have to be without meds for a while."

2015-10-09 11:06:50

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"What about a substitute? Is there something you could do or take instead?"

2015-10-09 11:07:36