im not okay, i promise.

[EVELYN LILY TAYLOR]

i’ll keep on running this never ending race
MAYBE NEXT TIME WILL BE THE RIGHT TIME
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The chairs were uncomfortable and lights shone right into her baby blue eyes, causing the petite blonde to squint. Evelyn hated the days when she had to come and see the doctors. Since arriving a few months ago, the blonde had to come to these offices twice a week for hourly sessions, not that the doctors weren’t nice, they were. She simply hated waiting and they always asked her the same questions over and over again, meaning her attention span was incredibly short and often pissed off her therapist. The worst part was they didn’t even let her bring kitty with her. She felt guilty about leaving him by himself. Evie would have asked Mattie to baby sit but the dark haired girl had disappeared and even though the little blonde had looked, she’d been unable to find her friend. So for the last few days, Evelyn hadn’t been her usual bouncy self. She was better now though and back to bouncing around the halls. Which was the reason she was doing what she was now. Evelyn had grown sick of the chairs and the waiting, the only thing to entertain her had been watching the clock hands tick around. So instead she’d walked to the front desk and asked for a piece of paper and a pen.

Of course they’d asked for her name and checked her file. Some of the patients here might have tried to stab themselves or someone else with a pen , however Evelyn had a low level risk of violence, so they’d handed them over and now she was sitting on the floor with her legs splayed out, the paper in-between her legs as she scribbled on it. The picture she was attempting to draw was of her old house, her parents and herself standing out the front. Evie was still under the impression they were going to come and get her soon, like they’d promised. Poor naïve girl, like the rest of the people left here, there was very little chance she’d ever see her family again. In the seven months she’d been here they hadn’t come to visit once. She just simply made excuses and the pity in the eyes of other people was wasted on her as she neither noticed nor wanted it. She was loved by her parents, she knew that and one day they would come back for her, regardless of what everyone tried to tell her.

The paper she’d been working on was now filled with the pen's scribble which didn’t really have a shape or flow to anyone but herself. Chewing on her bottom lip she glanced up at the receptionist for a moment before bouncing up off the floor and skipping over to the desk, tapping on the counter top gently “Scuse me Ma’am?” she asked sweetly, resting her torso on the top of the counter. Evelyn had to stand on the tips of her toes to do so, being short sucked. “Do you have anymore paper I can borrow, please?” she was so polite and perhaps a little stupid. She wasn’t going to give the paper back so the process of borrowing that was going through her tiny mind was incorrect, didn’t put the receptionist off though as she handed over another stack of paper and went back to chewing on her pen lid. With a quick thank you, Evie skipped back over to her spot on the floor and place the pen on the paper again, letting is trace messy shapes. Hearing the door open, she glanced up and saw the shape of someone much taller then herself before she went back to drawing. Evelyn was a social butterfly, she thrived off being around other people. As soon as someone entered her view she generally wanted to talk to them, but he was to far away. She was going to have to wait until they were close enough then pounce. Figuratively speaking, of course.

WORDS COUNT six six two
STATUS finished
TAGGED Ben aka Jimiii
NOTES holy crap sorry to make you wait for such rubbish :\
MUSIC untouched-the veronicas

CREDIT MADE BY CC! OF CAUTION 2.0.

[BENJAMIN KANST]

Exhausted didn't even begin to describe it. He felt like he had gotten hit by a bus and then some. Last night, instead of sleeping he decided to work his body to the point of passing out. The worst part, it hadn't worked and now he was incredibly sore. It had been far too long since he'd worked himself like that, his muscle tone wasn't exactly the same as it had been when he was in the Army. But he had forgotten this little fact and he was now paying the price. Around three in the morning, he'd given up on trying to make himself pass out and instead, he just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He didn't have a roommate yet, so it was far too quiet in the room. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he was going to get a roommate, apparently he was being categorized as prone to violence. Geez, he'd only snapped once. It wasn't like he was out to kill everybody. Only, what, two weeks had passed? And already he was bored of this place, he wanted out. When he was back at home, he had found that music had often let him drift to sleep. It blocked out the thoughts.

Then after lying in bed for another hour, only then did he manage to close his eyes long enough to manage a couple hours of sleep. But even those hours were plagued with the same old nightmares, the same memories. He tossed and turned, regretting the sleep. Right around five, he woke up with a cry of agony, his shirt drenched in his sweat. "Dammit." Ben hissed under his breath. He tossed the covers off and rolled off the bed. The cold floor meeting his feet caused him to wince slightly. Silently, he padded over to his dresser, pulled the first drawer open and yanked out a new shirt. He slammed the drawer shut and made his way to the bathroom. Turning the water on, Ben peeled off his sweat soaked shirt and the rest of his clothes. Sticking his hand under the shower, he decided that the water was far too warm. He'd always been weird about that, he preferred cold showers. Muttering under his breath, he stepped in the shower, gasping lightly at the sudden, freezing water.

As he let the water run over him, Ben suddenly remembered that he had a meeting with the therapist today. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck." He groaned and ran his hands through his hair. Too much had happened since his last meeting and he wasn't eager to start spilling either. He was still so confused about Kat, that girl was really something. She had either brought him lightyears ahead of what any therapist could do, or he had ruined years of psychiatric help.Then there was Kassi...and she was, well exactly what he wanted. Either one, he wasn't going to share these new developments with his therapist, there were some things that she just didn't need to know. Ben finished his shower and turned the water off, grabbing a towel before stepping out. He wrapped the towel around his waist and went to brush his teeth. His own reflection was slightly frightening. The lack of sleep was starting to show and his rough stubble made him look much older, tired. He was noticeably paler too, the lack of color made him look lifeless. Sickened with his own reflection, he turned away to dress.

Choosing a simple black t-shirt and black jeans, Ben left his room. He was accompnied to the dining hall with an orderly. The walk was silent and once he was there, Ben found himself not hungry at all. He forced himself to eat an egg and a slice of toast. Convincing the orderly that he would be okay on his own, Ben managed to get rid of the guy. He grabbed a cup of coffee before making his way to the therapy session area. The coffee was bitter and searing hot, he practically spit it out with the first sip. But he made a face and choked it down. Sticking his tongue out, trying to cool his burned tastebuds, Ben pulled the door open. He coughed, scraping his tongue with his teeth, trying to get the taste out of his mouth. "Blegggh." Even the coffee here sucked. There was someone else in the room but Ben didn't acknowledge them. Instead he took a seat, crossed his legs and just waited for his turn.

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