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broken souls, seal the deal (zoe/harper) Oct 20, 2013 7:37:21 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Oct 20, 2013 7:37:21 GMT -5

t o b i a s holbrook.

pita patter, pita patter, the sound of rain falling onto my window pain was the only sound that could be heard. There was no voice in my head, all was a silent buzz. Something that I had missed, something that put my whole body to rest. For years that voice had been droning on and on in my mind, constantly reminding me about things that would tear my heart in two. Reminding me of things that would make me snap, that would make me hurt the people I love. Make me hurt the people who were slowly being pulled away from me. But not today, today I was my own person.

I lay silently on my bed, my ears listening intently to the rain. It had been years since I have done this, and It made me feel as though I was 12 again, lying on my bed, just this time I took up more room, my feet nearly hanging off the edge. A rare smile slips onto my lips. I remembered when I was only tall enough to take up half the bed. Each night I would try and stretch my legs out hoping to reach the end of my bed with my toes, hoping that when I woke up the next morning I would be three inches taller. Of course that never happened, but that didn’t mean I stopped trying. Never give up, that’s what mum used to whisper into my ear at night, before I would drift off into a heavy sleep, her words dancing in my dreams. Never give up… never give up…

Suddenly my smile drops from my face and I fly off my bed, no longer feeling the peace of the rain. I didn’t want to remember what my mother used to say to me at might, it only made it hurt. I wanted to know what shat she would be saying now, if the aliens hadn’t of invaded my home… but I knew that was never going to happen. These kids were here to stay, I knew that, I really did… I just didn’t want to believe it. I wanted it all to be a nightmare where I could just pinch my arm and I would go back to when I was four and happy.

But I knew that could never happen. This was my life, and I was stuck in it weather I liked it or not.

In a frustrated rush I pick up a rain coat that used to be my brothers and race for the door, wanting to desperately escape the house that no longer felt like a sanctuary and more like a prison. I felt as though I was trapped in the house, trapped with memories of the past, memories of when I was actually happy…Someone yelled out as I reached the front door, but I ignored them, ripping the door open and taking a step out into the pouring rain. I had barely enough time to put of the worn out coat before I was soaked to the bone. But strangely enough I didn’t care- all I cared about was getting as far away from the house as I could. I didn’t want to be there a moment longer than I had to. For so long that house had held me prisoner, for so long I have been cast away into the past, always wishing that I could return my life back to the way it used to be… but I knew it was no good. I knew that the life I used to have, and so badly wanted back was far gone by now. My family didn’t miss it, so why should I?

My feet splashed in the puddles of water, my toes making squelching sounds as I practically ran into the pouring rain. I didn’t know where I was going, or for how long, all I knew was that it was my time to leave, my time to leave, time to take my life into my hands. I don’t make a sound as I race through the rain, my eyes set ahead of me, not even looking back once. I would miss them, god would I miss them, but they had given me no choice really. They had chosen the invaders over their own son, and now it was my turn to shoes myself over them.

pita patter, pita patter. he rain echoed through my racing mind as I ran away from the place that I had once called me home.

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broken souls, seal the deal (zoe/harper) Oct 21, 2013 2:55:15 GMT -5

Post by ✨ zozo. on Oct 21, 2013 2:55:15 GMT -5

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The skies thunder across the expansive heavens above and call for me. Harper, it rumbles. It is time. My heart drums a steady beat, quickened by the potential the turning colour of the evening sky above me. A forehead presses against freezing glass and raindrops squirm in front of my eyes - though I'm not watching their dance. I'm creating my own routine, smiling at the cement-coloured weather in a dance of defiance I haven't even performed yet. If I'm to risk catching my death at such a young age then I'll gladly choose the open skies as my dancing partner.

"Mom?" I call out into the household behind me, gaze still tilted up towards the sanction for all that can fly. There is no answer and I'm thankful, for if she replied I would howl as loud as the winter storms for a few moments of freedom I know she won't dare give me. (Would you let your child, who used to be so very sick, dance with death?) "Dad?"

Their absence grants me my wishes. Nobody is home. Yes! I think, tearing myself away from the glass as the first few drops of the storm splatter against the windowsill (we ought to get that fixed, but I don't really mind.) Bare feet hurry like rapids towards the door, greeting the chilling air with hair that stands tall against my arms and gasps from my lungs. Such a thrill it is to run into the battering cold of the evening, my surroundings coated in a thing layer of ocean-blue and splattered with the dull tones of a storm, black-and-white photographs seeping into my eyes.

And the rain. It hammers upon my arrival, speckling my skin with greetings. I laugh, stretching my arms out, letting my lungs soak up the world around me. Breathing in, the universe cries into my lungs and joy radiates form me, two opposites colliding into one memory I'll treasure forever. A step, and two, and three, and I am wandering through the roads with soaking clothes, saturated hair and not even thinking about what my parents would say. This time, I will not let my lungs suffocate under their constraints. This time, I shall let them breathe on my own accord.

Movement keeps me from freezing. I can't begin my dance yet - it has to be the right time, the right place. An empty square that might have held an ocean of people a few hours (or even minutes) ago lies still, untouched - if not for the droplets that send ripples across clear puddles on the ground. Essences of people have been washed away by the rain as they fled for cover - or maybe from me, a girl who finds great joy in the rain. Who'll catch her death from loving it too much - a bittersweet end to a love that could not last long, with a girl heaving through corrupted lungs as the rain tries to put out the fires that scorch beneath her ribs. The thought makes me smile, but I don't care. The rain tastes clean as it falls into the cracks between my lips, a kiss hello. This is perfect.

But there's a figure in our presence getting closer and closer by the minute. I'm sure the rain won't mind if I share my exhilaration. Without thinking I snatch his hand as he rushes past (almost too quick - but I caught him. I'm good at that, catching people before they see me. One day I'll be too good for my own good and grasp at death instead.)

"Slow down!" I exclaim in-between laughter. "You'll slip and fall." He probably thinks I'm mad, a combination of hair and clothes sticking to my body with no shoes to comfort my freezing feet - but they're so cold the ground feels like a spring, and perhaps I could take off altogether. (All the more easier to dance with.)

"Don't run away from the rain, if that's what you're doing." I usher him out into the downpour, my own freezing, ecstatic world. He's caught up in this moment whether he likes it or not. Now it's his turn to decide whether he stays in this memory or floats in and out, insignificant as the sun that hides behind my blanket of cloud. A hand reaches up to tug his raincoat down (such an abomination, really), exposing hair to the rain's friendly hello.

"It's actually quite lovely, if you give it a chance."

Care to dance with death, mysterious stranger?

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broken souls, seal the deal (zoe/harper) Oct 21, 2013 7:59:13 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Oct 21, 2013 7:59:13 GMT -5

t o b i a s holbrook.

You’re doing the right thing, running away. You won’t have to see them again; you won’t have to see the way they look at those farm animals. It’ll be just me and you now, just like the good old times. Me and you… me… and… you… The rain around me cannot block out his voice, nothing can He was back, so soon too. Back to haunting my head space, back to taunting me, back to make my life a little more like a living nightmare. I thought I would be able to escape him too, if I let… but I guess I had been wrong, because he didn’t seem to be going anywhere, that’s for sure. I could feel a sigh climb into my lips as his words spin around and around though my empty mind. I wanted to hear nothing, I wanted my mind to be silent, I wanted my mind to give me a break… but of course it wouldn’t. I wasn’t that lucky.

Shaking my head I power on, my feet slapping the ground nosily as I tried to escape, escape everything, my family, my thoughts, my life. I wanted to start new, to start all over again, I wanted to become someone different- not that person who people wanted to avid because he was snappy and almost impossible to talk to. I wanted to be that boy who was cheery, that boy with the easy grin. The boy I used to be. Ha, the boy I used to be. He seems too far away, like a page written in an old history book, a page that I knew I would never return to, not how I really wanted too.

Hugging my jacket closer to myself I slow down my pace, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to catch my breath. My legs burned, as well as my chest, my lungs begging me for more oxygen, more oxygen to sooth their never dying thirst. Come on now mate, you have to breathe, you have to let that oxygen fill your lungs, otherwise you are no better than your whinny pissy father The voice taunted me, filling my ears. “No.No I am nothing like that man,” I manage to squeeze out between gasps. “I am nothing like that monster. I am my own person!” My voice grew, as I yelled at myself. No, you are wrong. You are just like him. You are his picture perfect image- see, now you are even considering running back to them, running back to them and begging for them to take you back. You are just like him. You are weak, nothing but a scrap of raw meat. I pause, my feet had been ready to run back home, but why? Why would I run back to the place that I had just left. No. That voice was wrong. I was nothing like him. “JUST SHUT UP! OKAY. SHUT. UP. I AM NOTHING LIKE THAT PIECE OF DIRT!”

I clasp my hands over my ears, begging for him to go away, begging for the voice to leave me alone, begging to have my own head space back again. Please, please just leave me alone, please please just leave me alone… please… please…

Then there was silence. I was on my own again. I had my head to myself. That voice, that taunting voice had gone, left me. But for how long? How long would I be by myself? How long would I be able to control my own thoughts? Don’t worry about it. Not now, just leave it be. Be happy that your thoughts are your own again. Smile Toby, let that easy grin slip onto your lips once- Suddenly my hand was not by my side, but in the tight grasp of another person- of a girl to be exact. "Slow down!" A voice laced with laughter ills my ears, and I turn my face to look at the rain soaked girl who held my hand tightly. A smile split her face, and she shoulders shook with laughter. It was an odd sight, a very odd sight to be precise. "You'll slip and fall," She finished. The rain made her cloths cling to her body, and made her long lock of hair lay limply around her face. But oddly enough I found myself smiling at her bright face, her face that seemed to be filled with happiness, with a type of energy that I could only wish to find hidden deep within me.

"Don't run away from the rain, if that's what you're doing." Her words sent my face curling into a frown. What did she mean- was I running away from the rain? I was in the rain, wasn’t I? Didn’t that mean I was running towards it? I just didn’t get it, but before I had the chance to ask she reaches up, tugging my jackets hood from my face. Instantly my hair is saturated my the down our of rain. But I don’t feel annoyance rise through my like a wild fire. Usually if something like this would happen, I would scream and shout and make a huge mess of it. But I didn’t want to scream or shout. I didn’t want to run around, angry or push the girl away. There was something about her, something in the way that she looked up at me that had me caught. I wanted to have that same look, I wanted to have that same bounce of life within me.

"It's actually quite lovely, if you give it a chance." It takes me a moment to realise what she is talking about. The rain, she is talking about the rain. Ripping my gaze away from the saturated girl I tip my head back, rain drops pelt my face, stinging my eyes, but I don’t move, I let the drops of water fall against my face, and one by one I let them run down my body, I let them soak into my skin. It was nice, the rain, that is. Finally I let my face fall back down so that my eyes meet the girls. “It is nice,” I say with a smile, after a few moments a frown takes it place, “Umm, I don’t meant to intrude, but where are your shoes? Your feet must be freezing!”

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broken souls, seal the deal (zoe/harper) Nov 1, 2013 3:30:50 GMT -5

Post by ✨ zozo. on Nov 1, 2013 3:30:50 GMT -5

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harper cross.

"I don’t meant to intrude, but where are your shoes? Your feet must be freezing!"

I am beyond freezing. There comes a point in time when my body turns the icy weather into heat, radiating off of me in biting snatches at my skin. A bittersweet sacrifice to challenge fate, to fight back against my immune system that screams to take shelter. (The only shelter I need is underneath a blanket of black clouds and, sometimes, my home when the storm has passed.) I peer down at my toes and frown slightly. "Oh," I say, like I'm surprised at his observation. "I seem to have forgotten to put them on when I left the house."

Bouncing back to his gaze, I shrug with a beam. "Oh well!" Ever the optimist, it seems although the skies are grey and the clouds are crying down upon us I remain in the highest of moods. Sadness from the sky soaks into my skin and in turn I bleed optimism. Who would have thought that the glummest of moods would send my spirits soaring? (Not my parents. They beckon me back inside with petrified faces as I stand, arms outstretched, in the middle of our garden. "Harper!" they scream, as if they were afraid I would wash away altogether.)

People say I'm stubborn. But I think I'm the opposite of that - I'm rather open-minded. To the skies, to the weather, to not sulking when liquid hammers the dusty roads and sends people scattering. They think they know what's best for me because I used to be sick - but they don't know anything. I almost drowned in my first minutes in this world, so surely they should be praising my apparent lack towards fear of rain and water. All it was was too much for my little lungs to handle. Now the rain laughs along with me, a balancing act of a girl and the open skies who will forever be friends.

Friends in the form of other human beings I am less accustomed to. The boy in front of me smiles at the rain - success pouring from my own mind - and soaks it in. I smile along with him and spread my arms out, signalling the beginning of something extraordinary. "It's nice to stand in, and think" I begin, "but the best thing I find to do when it's pouring is to dance."

And the spark within me alights. Being cautious is not my strong point but I'd never have gotten anywhere or proven any points at all if I had listened to every restriction people tried to bind me with. I would still be huddled up and hacking away at my lungs in my home, never understanding the beauty of things that other see as grim. The rain, sunsets, dusty books and broken pieces of china. Beautiful - if only in my eyes.

"It's easy, come on. Doesn't have to be any music to do it - the rain plays it's own song."

I jump - once, twice - swing myself around to my own conundrum. I am a metronome once beat out of place, an amateur to an audience of nobody but myself. (The first time I danced I was 7 years old and the skies rumbled with applause and flashed their lights of approval across the District.) It takes my worries away - of death, of dying, of parents and reapings and Peacekeepers and lungs and catching the hands of death instead of the skies above me.

"See? Just listen."

And dance.

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broken souls, seal the deal (zoe/harper) Nov 11, 2013 3:29:41 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Nov 11, 2013 3:29:41 GMT -5

t o b i a s holbrook.

The rain raced towards the ground- the power of gravity behind each small drop. I watch as they collide to the ground, shattering like glass. It was a peculiar sight, to watch as small droplets of life smash into something that would soon reform and being the process again. It was something unique. Life wasn’t like that us mere human beings no. If we shattered, we shattered for good, never to return to this earth- gone forever. The girl’s lips form an o shape as she take in my comment as though it hadn’t occurred to her yet that her feet were bare. I tilt my head to the side a touch, my eyes a light with curiosity as I studied her. She was different, different from anyone I have ever meet. The thought surprised me, I had only known her for a few moments and already I was leaning, learning that people had different faces, that not all people were the same lying backstabbers, that not all people had goals to take away the things- the people- that you cared about the most.

"I seem to have forgotten to put them on when I left the house." Her voice seems distance as she talks about her shoes, but not for long, because a moment later the light bounces back into her eyes. "Oh well!" she smiles. It was strange, but yet I wanted to know what it felt like just to forget like that. Just to let things go like that- not to let them mull around in your mind… I wanted to know how it felt just to be free for a change. What to be free huh?

[/i][/color] the voice in my head slammed down on my like a hammer. Want to be like this girl, carefree and untamed? Really now, well that interesting. his voice was mocking, gliding though my thoughts like a knife. I try not to flinch back from the harsh voice. He was back. I curse inwardly. How long had I had my on head to myself? Less than a few minutes? Sighing I try and push the nagging voice out, I tried to let my own mind be my own once again… but the voice thought back, louder and stronger. You can’t push me out, my little Toby. I am here and here to stay, let’s just say, my little poppet, that even though I am not real, and just a figure of your imagination, I am still the closest thing you have had to a friend, and there is no way on hell I am going to let my little smelly belly run around in this world on her own- now what type of friend would do that?

"It's nice to stand in, and think"the gentle sound of the girls voice pulls me away from the taunting harsh voice inside my head. Her arms are spread wide, a smile perched on her delicate lips, "but the best thing I find to do when it's pouring is to dance." That’s when her eyes really begin to shine. I stare as they change from eyes that reflected pure joy to then memorisation- it was amazing to watch, to see this girl fall in love with the droplet of water that surrounded us, forming like a protective ring, brining life back to the earth. It was amazing what be thing could do. It could bring life- but it could also cause death. Something that seemed so spiritual, cold also seem to downright scary. I have heard about the tales of rain and how when it floods small towns or paddocks that people drown, choking on the murky water that raged around them with rage… but here, here and now, I can’t imagine water being so harsh.

"It's easy, come on. Doesn't have to be any music to do it - the rain plays its own song." Then she is no longer standing still but jumping, jumping to a rhythm that could not he heard by my ears- by hers alone. I watch as she swirls around, her body twirling, rain fling from the long strands of her hair. When she faces me again the smile that is painted across her face is contagious and I find myself smiling, and even chuckling a bit as I watch her being to jump again.

“See? Just listen.” Then I am no longer looking at the girl, or even taking notice that she is there, I am listening, listening to the gentle beat of the rain as it falls to my feet, the gently beat of the rain as it drums against my ears, against the back of my eyelids as I close my eyes. It was a nice sound- but a sound that one could dance too? I remember a time when my sister had dance, just out of nowhere. She said it made her feel better, that when she danced she forgot, and forgetting was a one of the keys to escaping. I begin to tap my foot- the movement was awkward and forced and felt wring and silly. With an embarrassed smile I open my eyes, my checks painted with the blood of a rose.

“I- uh- I guess- I don’t- I,” I stumble over words, my find racing to find something to say. Lost for words Toby? Huh. Well it’s not like I expected you to be able to talk to her. You can’t really talk to anyone- can you? Not really. Remember that time you talked to that girl at school? Yeah you remember- remember the tears that had streaked down her face as she ran from the building? “What you did, it was really beautiful… to watch the way you just threw yourself around to a rhythm that you can only hear… well its kinda cool. I- I just don’t think I can do it.” My face flushes a darker red as I realise how stupid I must sound.Oh hey! You actually talked to her! Well Toby baby, what has gotten into you? Leaving has changed you. The voice was still mocking, but I listened to it this time, and it was right. I had changed- even though I have only left for a while, half an hour at the most, I have changed… whether it be for the good, or the bad…. I don’t know yet

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