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[Lost for [Words]] (TOM) Feb 11, 2013 5:57:05 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Feb 11, 2013 5:57:05 GMT -5

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You know the bed feels warmer
Sleeping here alone
You know I dream in colour
And do the things I want

Darkness swallows me up, hiding me from the world around me. I loved darkness. It was mysterious. Dangerous. Me. Everything darkness stood for, I did too. Darkness was not people’s friend, in fact, darkness is feared among people. As children we fear darkness, scared about what lurks around. When it is dark our senses are dampened. This creates a fear. People do not like it when they are not at the best of their abilities. But for me? I have adapted to darkness, and the way it works, and now, instead of fearing it, I accept in with open arms, I welcome it. Darkness is my escape. It is how I have learnt to deal with issues that rip my heart in two.

My feet scrape the sandy path as I make my way down the deserted street, my footsteps echoing around me. There was something comforting about the sound of your own footsteps. They reminded me that I was alone. That I this was where I belong, roaming the dark streets. The soft crash of waves could be heard in the distance, the constant hum of the ocean. My eyes gazed over the midnight blue ocean. Mysterious, secretive. The waves crashed to the shore creeping further and further to where I wall. I watched as the water lapped at the edge of the path, but no matter how hard it seemed to push its self, t never made it to his feet.

Smiling I turned my dark gaze over to the town that slept, unaware of people, people like me, roaming the streets. People who wanted to have some fun. Mysterious, dangerous people. I was someone who wasn’t nice or friendly. I wasn’t someone who would make, or even helpoh you dreams to come a reality. In fact I was the opposite. I destroyed dreams, dreams and lives. I clasp them between my fingers, and crush them like a paper cup.

Soon the harsh sound of my steps turned into muffled ones. Sand crept into my shoes as I padded down the sandy dunes, my feet leading me a jetty further in the distance. The jetty looked like an abandoned wreck. The wooded planks were rotting letting of a foul smell. Water lapped around the stumps which lead into the surging blue mass of liquid. From the distance a small flickering light was visible, flickering in and out of my vision. My smile widened as I neared the flickering light. I let my body relax as I drew closer, letting the familiarity of the place surge into my vision, making me feel at home. Memories swam in and out of my mind. A place where I could be myself…

Finally me feet come to a halt. I let my gaze sweep over the area. I was under the jetty, small flakes of rotting wood scatter all over the damp sand. Seaweed lay in clumps scattered all over the shore, little creatures tucked away in there depths. The light came from a small fire, in and old rusty barrel, place near one of the pillars which seem to reach out of the sand, and connect to the rotting wood above, a figure stood next to the fire. Their hands pressed close to the orange red flames. The words escape my mouth before I could stop them: “Simon! Who you doing mate?!”

As soon as the words were out, I realised that the figure wasn’t Simon. But a stranger, someone who I hadn’t meet before. My eyes narrow ever so slightly as I take in the masculine figure, which was now turning to face me.

You didn't think that I'd come back
I'd come back swinging
You try to break me, but you see

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[Lost for [Words]] (TOM) Mar 2, 2013 23:34:45 GMT -5

Post by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom] on Mar 2, 2013 23:34:45 GMT -5

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Jay had made himself comfy on the beach where he had decided to build a bonfire. Curse wasn't there. Mason wasn't there. Davy wasn't there. It was just Jay like it always was. Jay had stared at the fire for an hour already. His eyes focused on the flame engulfing everything in it. The heat overcoming everything near it warming the area surrounding the fire. Jay had no idea why this fire had been fascinating him tonight, maybe it was because people believed fire was the source to the devil.

But to Jay, it was himself. Jay was the fire that burnt things. He was the uncontrollable evil that a fire held. If people got to close to him, he would burn them or even incinerate them. He would burn things around him until they were ashes. His flame had almost went out once. He had almost felt like putting himself out once, but he didn't. He should have. He should have done it. He was alive still though the flame in himself still went on.

He stared out into the ocean waves. Mason was the waves in the family. He was always so calming and soothing. He never gave away. He crashed sometimes with the earth. Then there is the crash with the cliff full of gems and that's when Mason fell. Peridot had hit the waves. That's when Jay's fire in himself had almost gone out, but it didn't.

Jay's hands moved to the sand. He picked it up and let it fall to the ground slowly. Davy was like the earth. He was sturdy and hard to get through. He always had a beauty that no one understood. That's until the creature of the ocean took a bite out of Davy. Then the fire had let him burn, burn until nothing was left. Jay had let Davy die in front of him. Jay was the reason Davy had died, the fire didn't spread fast enough.

Jay felt the wind flow through his hair and out. Curse was like the wind that Jay loved. He followed where ever he wanted to go and was free of everything. He flowed to all heights. Fire needed the air to keep going and without it the flame would die. Jay would need Curse, but now he felt like he didn't He felt like he should let curse go away from everything.

Jay stood up ad held himself closer to the fire and hovered his hands a bit too close. He burnt his hands and the fire blew away. Jay felt the pain almost soothing to himself. He saw his hands and they had red burn marks on them from the fire. They look like Jay's life, worn out and hard. He felt his eyes tear up. The tears flowed down his cheeks and he wiped them away. That's when a unknown voice spoke to Jay.

“Simon! Who you doing mate?!”

Who the hell is Simon?

Jay turned around to a boy who was extremely handsome. Jay smirked at the guy who had just said something. He walked up to the guy and said in the most confident voice he had.

"I'm pretty sure that I am not Simon, the name's Jay. Jay Krearns. Wanna join me by the fire?"

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[Lost for [Words]] (TOM) Jun 7, 2013 1:12:09 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Jun 7, 2013 1:12:09 GMT -5

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to explain ME.
Jev Falls

The smoke seem to surround, curling around my body in a type of twisted embrace. I welcomed the smoke, letting it embrace me, letting it consume my thoughts. My hand moves over the papers and pictures in my hands in anticipation. I look at the first image, in the middle is a fat chubby boy, with sausages for fingers, he smiles happily, looking straight at the camera, unaware of his gruesome looks. A women stands next to him, her face is split in a wide smile as she gazes down at the boy. A proud mother. The father stands on the other side of the boy, one arm wrapped around the woman, the other placed of the boys porky shoulder, he too, looks straight into the camera, a soft smile spread across his lips.

My face screws up in distaste as I fling the image into the flame in front of me. First the mother burns, he smiling face melting and becoming demented as it burns to ashes. The boy is next, his body consumed by the flame in a matter of moments. And then there the father, he takes the longest to burn. His face goes first and then his body. All of this takes place in a matter of seconds. In a matter of seconds a whole family is burnt to ash…

Looking not into the distant flames of the fire, I am reminded of the time I truly became the person I am today. I remember the times when I would reply on my parents, when I would looking into their adoring eyes and know that everything was going to be okay. What bullshit. What mother fucken bull shiters they were, telling me that it was all going to be okay. Promising me that they would always be there. I screw my face up in distaste and could feel the beginning of a scowl creep onto my lips. They did not deserve to wander in my thoughts. And like that a pushed them to the back of my mind, refusing to give them the satisfaction of wandering through my mind. They were nothing to me. Nothing.

Pulling myself out of my self-pity I look up to realise that the person I had thought to be Simon was actually not. He was a tall bloke with short brown hair that curled up behind his ears. He had sharp facial feature and a knowing smirk across his lips. Great. Just what I want. A cocky know it all jerk for company I think rather cruelly to myself. I am careful to hide my feelings from the boy, no wanting him to think I was weak because I had been dumb enough to let my parents creep into my thoughts.

I stop, my feet sinking slightly further into the sand. I sling my thumbs in the pockets of my jeans casually, as the boy walks- struts almost, over to me. Huh this guy thinks he is so cool, just look at the way he walks, and that smirk on his face. I bet I could take him with my eyes closed I muse to myself. I glance over at him casually, as though I it had always been my intention to call him Simon. When obviously it hadn’t.

"I'm pretty sure that I am not Simon, the name's Jay. Jay Krearns. Wanna join me by the fire?" For some reason the name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. His voice was deep and masculine as he invited me to join him by the fire, almost as though we were about to have a tea party

“What are w]e having a tea party?” I say my voice dripping with sarcasm. For a moment after the words left my mouth I felt a surge of guilt, after all he wasn’t the cause for my anger. But after a moment the guilt slipped away replaced by anger, anger about my parents, anger about how they had left. “Sorry mate, but I’m not interested in hanging out at night by a fire cooking tea and telling cute little stories about our past” I say, this boy had no idea what life was. I bet he never has had to experience heart break, or abandonment. I bet he had a sheltered life full, with a loving and caring family. One that cared for him. One that was there for him when he needed it the most.

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[Lost for [Words]] (TOM) Jun 11, 2013 23:13:59 GMT -5

Post by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom] on Jun 11, 2013 23:13:59 GMT -5

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Simon Who was this Simon? A boy probably. A boy who this handsome boy probably knew. Jay stared at the boy who had called him Simon in the first place. This boy probably thought he could go around calling peopleSimon. This boy probably had a terrible life just like him, maybe even worse. This boy had the rough and hard to get to look. Jay knew it from anywhere. Hell, he had it on almost everyday of his life now.

This guy was just another thing that was going to piss Jay off. He was too arrogant and Jay already knew from the way he was musing himself and Jay couldn't even hear him or know what he was thinking that was musing him. Jay hated when people talked about him behind his back, well technically now right in front of him. This brought back memories of the bullying. Of the pain. Of the hurt. Of the denial. Of the heartbreak. Of the bruises. Of the cuts. Of the regret. the picking on was too unbearable for him. It sickens him now to think of a past time where there was so much pain, but he missed it because it had him. His brother.

That's when the other boy voiced his opinion about a friendly encounter. “What are we having a tea party?” A Tea party. Jay rolled his eyes at the arrogant, but handsome boy. Tea Parties are meant for girls. Not boys. Even though Jay when he was younger, he went to a Tea party with his best friend who made him wear a boa. That's when Jay saw the boy. He had some sort of guilty look. Jay mused himself with the thought of this boy feeling bad that he said something rude to Jay. Jay though, knew that everyone probably felt bad for him. After all he was the brother to the 3rd tribute killed in the 62nd games.

That's when Jay snapped his attention back to the boy as he began to speak again. “Sorry mate, but I’m not interested in hanging out at night by a fire cooking tea and telling cute little stories about our past” That was Jay's last straw. He glared at the moron in front of him. Sure the other guy was bigger and probably better than him, but Jay was infuriated. Jay just thought of being nice since it was cold out and invite this guy just to stand by the fucking fire and not talk. Jay balled his fists now. He was always told he had a bit of a temper, but he never showed it. Jay stood perfectly still and watched the other boy like a tiger. He was ready to pounce this boy. He held back though. Instead he used his words in a very mean and loud tone.

"We are not going to have a blasted Tea party! I was just being nice and thought you were cold and wanted to warm up because it is quite chilly out here. But you had to be a fucking arrogant ass and make a fucking big deal about it. We weren't even going to tell stories! I was gonna stand there quietly. Fucking moron!"

Jay's fists became unclenched and he crossed his arms in a victorious way. He didn't care if this moron hit him in the eye. He didn't care if he got injured. He didn't care if he died right then and there. There was nothing for him anyways. He had no family. He had no money. He had no friends. Sure he had Curse, but even then it didn't help. Jay had nothing and so now he shouldn't give a shit about himself. Jay smirked at the boy. Jay had won inside his head. Jay was just like anyone else except he had nothing. He had nothing to look forward to. He was going to do whatever the hell he wanted now. No one could tell him otherwise. He isn't a sissy like this boy in front of him. Jay was strong. He had gone through so much. He was stronger than most people. He wasn't a boy anymore. He was a man. The man his brother wanted him to be.

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[Lost for [Words]] (TOM) Jun 17, 2013 7:11:04 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Jun 17, 2013 7:11:04 GMT -5

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I knew that I was being harsh, that this boy, a boy I didn’t even know, was getting the full front of the storm that raged within me was not fair. Life’s not fair I remind myself, putting the thoughts about the boy, sorry about Jayto the back of my mind. He stood there, his eyes growing wide with anger as I threw the lasts words at him. I felt a strange surge of satisfaction well up somewhere deep inside me, and was surprised that I felt pleasured at others anger, well not just anyone’s anger, but anger that I had caused.

I felt a stray smirk creep onto my face, and I pull my thumbs out of my pants pockets, crossing them across my broad chest. The muscles in my arms flexed as I drew the close around my body, my smirk, it is was even possible, growing bigger as Jays face contorted with rage. he looked like a child who had just been told that that candy on the counter was for his dog. Not him. Resting most of my weight on my right foot, I stared back at the boy, my amusement visible in my dark mysterious eyes. I’m about to say something else when the boy beats me too it, opening his big mouse trap before I have the chance.

"We are not going to have a blasted Tea party! I was just being nice and thought you were cold and wanted to warm up because it is quite chilly out here. But you had to be a fucking arrogant ass and make a fucking big deal about it. We weren't even going to tell stories! I was gonna stand there quietly. Fucking moron!" His voice echoes through the night air, cutting it like a knife. I let the words sink in, the smile sliding a little from my face.

Had I taken it to far this time? I question myself, regret surging through my limbs. I swallow hard for a moment before turning my cocky gaze away from the boy. My mind takes me back to a time when I had been in a similar situation. I had only been twelve, and I was still on my way to becoming the person I was today.

“Hey fatty bombaa!” A voice echoed through my thoughts, making my face turn red. “Do you want a cup cake? Oh wait, you probably shouldn’t, don’t want your sausages growing into slabs of fat do we.” He taunted his voice rising as he reached the end, as he cracked into hysterics. His laughter raced around my mind endlessly. I had turned away, tears brimming in my eyes. Hastily I had wiped them away with my sausage fingers, my double chin shaking, threatening to give away the silent tears the threatened to fall.

“I’m not fat!” I had screeched my double chin wobbling as I turned on the boy, my face suddenly growing red with rage, '‘I’m… I’m just big boned!” I countered my voice echoing through my mind. Well it wasn’t a total lie… I was big boned… sighing I had turned away room the boy, and stumbled down the street, tears running down my red chubby cheeks.

My memory dissolved as I turned my eyes back to the boy, Jay. Suddenly I put myself in his spot, my mind racing over the words that I had thrown at him. I felt the tears I had felt in my memories held back. Maybe I had gone too far, I repeat to myself, holding back a sigh.

“Look, mate I’m sorry. I should not have snapped like that. I’m just- well I have had a hard day.” I sigh looking at the boy, my voice gruff. I drop my arms to my side, opening myself up slightly. “Um… maybe we should go and stand by the fire… It is a bit chilly, and as you said, it will be warmer by the fire,” I continue, gesturing with my hands towards the fire which glowed brightly in the distance. The waves seem to crash louder over the shore, the intensity of the waves increasing with the tension between the two of us.

“Oh yeah, and the names Jev.” I add on as an afterthought remembering the boys previous introduction.

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[Lost for [Words]] (TOM) Jul 10, 2013 22:18:17 GMT -5

Post by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom] on Jul 10, 2013 22:18:17 GMT -5

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There was once a time Jay was happy and healthy and had everything, he could ask for. Then his luck turned for the worse when he told his school he was gay. The taunting, the arguing, the bullying, the stereotypes, the jokes, the pain, the depression, and it killed Jay inside. This guy in front of him was one of them. Another hater, another stupid moron, and a liar. Life wasn't fair to him. Life never was fair. Jay knew that from experience. First it was his parents who had left him. Then it was a freak shark attack. The last thing was Mason's head getting crushed. Life wasn't fair and it was too short to judge people. That is the lesson Jay learns everyday. It's too short. Too short to judge and not accept everyone's feelings.

The boy that stood in front of Jay was probably judged like himself. Maybe it wasn't what Jay had to suppress, but this guy might have had to face death like him. Maybe this guy may have had to face break ups. Maybe this guy got bulled for being annoying, fat, scrawny, or even just being different. Different from the crowd, the average joes in the world. Being different wasn't bad though. Being different is good and Jay wouldn't judge anyone right away for it. That's when Jev started to speak again.

“Look, mate I’m sorry. I should not have snapped like that. I’m just- well I have had a hard day.” Ahard day, that's reasonable. Jay has had some very hard days before. Like the day when Mason's head got crushed, or the day Davy went under the deep blue and was chomped, or when his parents left him. Then there was the day he told everyone he was gay, that was a hard day.

That's when a breeze smoothed over causing the tension to leave between the two. The breeze was cold and that's when Jev spoke up again. “Um… maybe we should go and stand by the fire… It is a bit chilly, and as you said, it will be warmer by the fire,” Jay nodded at the guy who had just joked with him. Jay followed the guy as they made their way to the fire that Jay had made literately an hour ago. It was dying and Jay swiftly started putting wood in the right places using the log cabin method of starting a fire, that his career training taught him. Jay shyly smiled as he got up and saw the guy watching him work. That's when the guy introduced himself. “Oh yeah, and the names Jev.”

Jay simply just smiled back at Jev. Jev, the arrogant guy. Jay moved his hands closer to the fire to warm up from standing in the cold. Jay was rude, rude to Jev, there was guilt that he was feeling for calling Jev that rude insensitive stuff. Jay let his voice ring apologetically. "Dude, I owe you an apology too. I am sorry for calling you an arrogant ass and a moron, obviously you're not any of that. I know how it can get when having a hard day. I have had quite a few, H-Hard days. So I hope this cheers up your day. Oh! and I have something here too that I want you to have." Jay made his way to the bag on the ground near the fire, but far enough away to be in the breeze. Jay reached inside the bag and pulled out two beers. One for him and the other for his guest. Jay smiled and handed the bottle to Jev. Jay's voice rang out happily.

"Drink up, Mate." Jay smirked as he opened his bottle up and took a quick swig of the alcohol enjoying the feeling of calmness inside him and the warmth. Jay definitely knew the cure to hard days, it was definitely alcohol.

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[Lost for [Words]] (TOM) Sept 25, 2013 18:59:58 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Sept 25, 2013 18:59:58 GMT -5

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I have never been that person to allow myself to open up to others. I preferred to keep to myself, shelter myself from others. It was not that I didn’t like people- because I did, I really did… It was more the fact that I didn’t want to hurt myself. I didn’t want to feel pain anymore, I wanted to be pain free. And to be pain free I had to distance myself from people. I had to be rude, be an ass and a jerk. I had to turn myself into someone that people tried to avoid. I had to turn myself into the boy who was mysterious and dangerous looking… but what if underneath all this hard skin there was just a boy? One deprived of love? A boy who didn’t want to trust people cause he didn’t want to go through that pain of losing them, not again?

I stare at the boy- Jay I mean- a moment longer, thinking that he wasn’t going to accept my apology, that he was going to through it into my face and then spit of it and the cover it in dirt. I knew I would of, I would of done that and worse. That was the type of person I was. I was a bully, a guy who lived behind his words and his body. But I did this to protect myself; hiding behind my strength was my way of protecting myself from the hard world. I was never this guy, this guy who had to live behind his words… but event change people and sometimes it is not for the better.

A smile spreads across Jays face and he turns to wander towards the fore that was shining brightly and welcoming in the distance. Fire had always been my friend, it was a destroyer, and so was I… But that was not why. Fire had destroyed this that would bring memories back, fire was something that had helped me rid myself of the memory of the people who haunted my dreams, who haunted my waking hours. My hands move towards the warmth of the fire as we come to a halt in front of it. I feel the warmth seek into my cold fingers- filling them with warmth. A small smile slides onto my lips as I stand in the fires warmth, my eyes wandering over to the boy.

An apology falls rapidly from his lips and for a moment I am surprised- surprised that Jay was apologising to me. After everything I had said to him he as apologising to me. I felt confusion well up in the pit of my stomach. I wasn’t used to people saying sorry, Hell I wasn’t used to saying sorry myself. I stare at the boy- jay- my eyes wide. I don’t know if he notices as he leans over and reaches down for his bag that lays at his feet. His face had a mischievous grin on it when he looks back up, two bottle perched elegantly in his hands,

A smirk slips into my lips as I accept one of the offered bottles. Pulling the cap away I tip some of the fiery liquid into my mouth. I was used to the burn, and not instead of gagging and coughing I almost purred in pleasure. Alcohol. My friend, my enemy, but also my friend, His voice mocks he almost as he tells me to drink up and I turn to him with a wicked smile, the bottle at my lips once again. “You don’t need to ask me twice,” I mumble the bottle muffling my rough voice.

I take another swing before pulling the bottle away from my lips. I lean against one of the rotting pillars and I bring my eyes to stare at Jay once again. He was odd, but fascinating. “So what brings you here? To this rotting hell hole?” Hell hole. No this was not a hell hole. I listen to the sound of the ocean and after a moment I regret my choice of words. This place was peaceful, isolated. This was a place of escape. Not a hell hole.

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[Lost for [Words]] (TOM) Nov 26, 2013 22:22:10 GMT -5

Post by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom] on Nov 26, 2013 22:22:10 GMT -5

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Alcohol had filled his blood. The pounding in his head and body giving Jay a great feeling of might at the party he was at. The party had been before the reaping, before the shark attack, when Jay was the happiest man alive. Jay had been exploring the house the party was at. The big old mansion it was in. Davy was off in the bathroom, probably puking, he was a bit of an alcoholic, but he was friendlier with it. Mason was off flirting with some girl probably like he does, though, he is more of a family man.

Jay was drunk and made it back down to the actual party. The beat was hurting his head, but he continued to drink the lavishing alcohol. He was dancing on the dance floor, not as bad as he thought he would be. Then a girl began grinding on him, but Jay knew that he was gay. This pretty, but slutty girl didn't attract him at all. Jay liked guys and he has ever since he was around 12. He just had a bigger attraction to them than any other people. There was a guy across the way that Jay looked at and the guys laughed at him. The harsh words came to the boy's mouth, "Whatcha looking at? What? The girl not pleasing you, Fucker? Jay let a tear slip as he felt a pang of sadness. No one knew, but it still hurt when people said things like that.

Jay had locked himself in a room where no one was in. The words of all the people coming to mind. Gay. Pussy. Fucker. Dumbass. Worst of all was a word he would never say. Jay cried at all the words. They hurt worse than physical pain to him. The words that changed him forever. That turned him into a monster that was mean and could kick anyone's ass. Jay cried the rest of that night. The next day was the day that he finally told Mason.

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Jay watches as Jev takes a swig. The hot guy leans against a rotting post that is nearby. Jay watches him careful. Jev seems like the person with a past that hurts, but not as bad as Jay's. no one's life can be worse than Jay's. He was alone, had no one there to keep him up. Jev seemed like a guy you have to break through to. A guy with walls that shelter him from anyone else. A guy with many personalities to hide his true self. Jay was determined to break down those walls one day. Jay wanted to be there for Jev anyway he could because he knows how it is to be lonely and maybe Jev and Jay would solve each other's problems.

Jay listens to Jev even though he is stuck in his thoughts.[/color] “So what brings you here? To this rotting hell hole?” Jay chuckles at this. This definitely was not a hellhole. It was definitely not that. This was the spot that he felt the most whole at. This was their surfing spot. This was the spot where Davy died. The spot where Mason had gone back surfing. The spot that Jay and Mason visited before the reaping. The spot where Mason and Jay and Davy used to light fires by the rotting wooden pillars and listen to the crackling, tell each other stories of fun times. This used to be the Krearns central, now it was just Jay's spot. Jay shouldn't be considered a Krearns. He let both of the others die. He should have saved them, but Jay couldn't.

Jay looked at Jev and shook his head. He said "This is definitely not a hellhole to me. This is a spot for memories of long ago. Mason and Davy, my older brothers, used to hang out here with me and we would go surfing in the day. AT night, we would sit around a fire and tell stories and listen to the fire and Mason used to teach me about the stars that are in the sky. The ocean waves always a background noise. This place is my hide out from the real world. From all the pain. So, no this is not a hellhole. I am here remembering the good times I have had and some of the bad times. My brothers are dead now. Might as well enjoy the spot while I have the time to. Time runs out eventually, it's not a forever thing. Use it while you can Jev."

Jay smiled at the boy who was leaning against the pole. The handsome man that Jay had meet only a bit ago. Jay leaned against the same pole that Jev was on and faced towards him. He smirked and said "Now, Mate, Why are you here? And I thought we weren't gonna have a tea party and tell about our lives? So, How about it Mate? Jay smiled at Jev as he leaned there. Jev just said they weren't gonna talk about their past, but Jay just did? maybe Jev will. All that Jay cared about was as long as Jev was listening. He would rather talk than be quiet. Jay took a swig of the alcohol in his hands. The last he was drunk, he cried. It's been a long time since he has drank alcohol. Alcohol was his friend now. Jev would be his new mate soon also as long as Jev opens up.

Jay remembers that kid who laughed at him at that party. It was the boy Jay would never forget. The boy that he had beaten up at the career training. The boy that would never think of Jay as a fucker anymore. Never think of Jay as a pathetic weakling. Never think of Jay as a gay fucker. Jay was strong. Jay was always strong, he would never give up, but after Mason, he thought it was over. There is still people out there who will judge him, especially since his brother was killed in Bloodbath. All Jay has to do is stay strong. Jay Krearns would fight to be the best there is.[/blockquote][/justify][/size][/center]

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