thefallenangeljehoel:

imsorryitsallmyfault:

thefallenangeljehoel:

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14.

"No, don’t say that! You can’t say that!"

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It seemed like forever until they finally got to the apartment, and by then Kanaya’s condition had only appeared to worsen; her lips blue, she shuddered helplessly in his arms. Immediately once they were inside he carried her into the bathroom and - with some difficulty - took off her wet clothing. He paused for a fraction of a second when it came to her undergarments, muttering apologies as he went. Then, unsure what to do, he ran a hot bath and slipped her gently into the water, making sure she stayed propped up enough that her head wouldn’t slide under. He poured some water over the back of her head, though, to try and keep some of the heat in. When the water began to turn colder he lifted her out and wrapped her in a large towel, using a second one to dry her hair.

If not for the occasional wheezing breath that escaped her lips one might have thought her surely dead.

As Joel busied himself with drying her hair, Kanaya had begun to stir. Letting out a soft groan, she turned her head a little as her eyes flickered open then squinted almost shut. She was weak and disoriented, unable to do much more than whimper at a volume that was barely audible and stare off into the distance with her dull, almost dead, eyes.

At the sound Joel startled. “H-hey,” he murmured, pausing to put one hand on her shoulder and the other to the side of her face. “Hey, Kanaya, can you hear me?” He tried to force an encouraging smile to his lips but it didn’t quite work. 

Kanaya stared blankly up at him, unable to focus her vision. She could hear his voice, though she was unable to understand what he was saying. Everything about her was hazy and numb, and the only thing she could think about was the basic need for comfort. She tilted her head slightly, pressing her cheek further into his hand.

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if anyone lives near txlepathetic or knows where she lives please call her or the authorities she’s expressed that she wants to kill herself please I can’t do this alone

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#suicide tw  #.~.  

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We meet again || +theodorefreakinfinley

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imsorryitsallmyfault:

At this point, there was nothing Kanaya could do to stop him. Theo was stubborn, standing up to the biggest kid on the playground on her behalf. Whatever would happen next would be her fault. Her hands moved to grab onto her own shirt, fingers wrapping around the cloth above her chest as she watched helplessly.

Finding himself beyond frustrated, Trevor closed his hands, forming small fists. “You asked for it,” he spat before throwing the first punch right at Theo’s face.

Everything happened in a split second; first, it was fine. Then, darkness clouded his vision, followed by stars once Trevor landed on straight between Theo’s eyes. Obviously, he saw it coming… The boy just didn’t thought it would be this fast. “You… you jerk!” Weak cursing, yes, but Theo’s hand quickly jabbed at his opponent’s jaw, hopefully hard enough for him to lose consciousness…. Or at least gets a bit dizzy. Either way works.

The boy tried to dodge, but he could only move so far before Theo’s fist hit its mark. A sickly, bone crunching sound could be heard as Trevor stumbled backward with a split lip and a chipped tooth. Barely able to keep his balance, the ringleader spat out a mouthful of blood before hissing, “Hold him down!” His two lackeys responded immediately, rushing to his side and pinning his opponent down into the sand.

"Stop it!" Kanaya whimpered from the sidelines, tears starting to well in her eyes. A loud whistle sounded from across the recess area as one of the supervisors realized what was going on. "Trevor, stop it!"

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Ghosts ‘n’ Stuff || wherepoppiesblow

wherepoppiesblow:

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t b r e a t h e .

He didn’t even need to breathe.

          "Please." The word sounded choked, like sand tumbling through the narrow waist of an hourglass. As he begged the stranger he began to feel weak; the room spun, his vision fogged and flickered - or maybe that was the lights. They always did strange things when he was around. He almost felt like he was going to faint where he sat. Gasping for air, he clung madly to whatever shreds of consciousness he had left. He became aware of a voice, high with fright, pleading with no one in particular…

He didn’t realise it was himself.

         "Make it stop," he was whimpering, "p-please, make it stop, someone help, make it- make it stop!”

With an anguished cry he slid to the floor and curled into a ball, feeling less and less lucid with every second that ticked by.

By this point, smaller items around the room that sat close to the psychic had begun to shake, threatening to levitate and take off in any direction, probably toward the boy. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she continued to whimper to no one in particular, though not for long.

An image began to materialize before the psychic. It was an image that she had feared ever since the incident that occurred eleven years ago. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Kanaya continued to chant, louder and more frantic as the ghost with the bloodied face inched nearer. As tears began to stream down her face, the quaking of things ceased and the flickering of the lights diminished. The chanting continued until the little girl touched the other’s forehead, at which point Kanaya sunk further into the floor and began to cry softly to herself.

Once Kanaya was taken care of, the ghost, a young girl no more than eleven, began to approach Caleb. The shards of porcelain and lines of dried blood on her sliced face began to disappear, showing her face how it was, or perhaps just how it should have been. Hazel eyes blinked at the boy, telling him to calm down without the use of words.

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thelostthieves:

"Not yet." He said crossing his arms. "Come on." He said turning to walk back towards his home. Rouge had grabbed the girls arm leading her towards the home.

As Kanaya was pushed forward, she began to struggle. “Let me go,” she hissed, attempting to tear her arm from his grasp. Although it was obvious that her struggling wouldn’t do her much good, she did manage to land a good kick to his shin.

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14.

"No, don’t say that! You can’t say that!"

image

It seemed like forever until they finally got to the apartment, and by then Kanaya’s condition had only appeared to worsen; her lips blue, she shuddered helplessly in his arms. Immediately once they were inside he carried her into the bathroom and - with some difficulty - took off her wet clothing. He paused for a fraction of a second when it came to her undergarments, muttering apologies as he went. Then, unsure what to do, he ran a hot bath and slipped her gently into the water, making sure she stayed propped up enough that her head wouldn’t slide under. He poured some water over the back of her head, though, to try and keep some of the heat in. When the water began to turn colder he lifted her out and wrapped her in a large towel, using a second one to dry her hair.

If not for the occasional wheezing breath that escaped her lips one might have thought her surely dead.

As Joel busied himself with drying her hair, Kanaya had begun to stir. Letting out a soft groan, she turned her head a little as her eyes flickered open then squinted almost shut. She was weak and disoriented, unable to do much more than whimper at a volume that was barely audible and stare off into the distance with her dull, almost dead, eyes.

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