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[xx.Skyix.]

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'What a lovely little place this is!' My sarcastic thoughts ran around inside my head. Other things popping up as well, dancing around like simple game of 'ring around the rosie.' I kept my steady pace. I was careful. I had been for years. I took no chances, and here, I was taking one. I had.. Problems as a child.. And well, I truly, truly, didnt want to repeat them. They were in the past, not my future. Of course, many people had said I grew into a beautiful young lady, but they didnt know my insides. They didnt see the skin that was scared and battered. The ribs that would protrude at times. I wasn't the tooth fairy, I wasn't perfect.

Nobody's perfect. Now thats definately more of the truth than Id heard in awhile. People told me lies. Guys, whom I tried to stay away from, told me things to win me over? Ha, it never would work. Never ever. I hated guys. Honest I did. Some I found cute, but love? Never crossed my mind. I'm not the kind of girl to get into that stuff. In the end you'd get hurt, thats how every love story ends. There's no perfect endings, there's no happy endings. So this was no different. Not even the birds who sung in the background, sung perfectly.

Everyone described surroundings perfect. Why can't I find those surroundings? I can't find anything to relax in, truly. I can't find anything to keep me feeling safe. Nothing was safe to me. This mere walk in the meadow was definately not my cup of tea. I avoided these, yet somehow wandered my way, safely, into this part of town. It was beautiful, I'll admit. But not perfect. The birds calling, were lovely, but out of tune. The colors of the grass and trees? A sweet scene to look at, but not perfect.

Moral of the story? Uh, hello? Nobody and nothing is perfect. Where this comes into play, you may be thinking? Well, its my life. Im not perfect, as I have stated above. My attire, a black and white tye-dye tank-top, black and white plaid skinny jeans, high top converse, wristbands, eyeliner and black fingernails, chains as well, made up my outer being. Although I liked to draw on my face. Today? It was how I was feeling. A sweet looking sunny day, and I was down in the dumps. Yes, a tear drop, or a rain drop, was painted on my face. Sketched on really. I took dire time into my appearance, yet, didnt eat to keep my figure. I was near anorexic, enough to make me feel sick, but did I care? No. I wanted to feel pain. I always felt pain, but I needed it exturnally. I had pain inside, depression was possible. But honestly, the sides of my hips, a tad higher up, where my ribs were, sat rows and rows of cuts and scars. Why I do this to myself? Its the only way I can truly cope.

One scar for every guy who looks at me. One scar for every guy who reminds me of.. Of him.. And so far, it was to twenty.

[Darius Tyson]

Darius plugged his hands back into his tight pants, he wore a dark muscle shirt as well as some black faded jeans. His hair swifted gently to the right as it appeared also night black. He couldn't see a damn thing as he sometimes wished he could. He liked to hear the world but sometimes he wanted to see it as well. The small times he was able to see, he only sought it to be black and white, a dark stormy image of the world was all he could think about. Quit frankly, it sometimes scared him.

His quiet body found a rock to sit on and watch the river follow each other down the lane. His ears picked up the sounds of a woman walking about. He wasn't one to just pop out and say something to someone. No, he wasn't that outgoing. Actually it was hard to get to him, mostly it was only when he was with someone for a long time did he ever feel as if he could never let them go, he would always be there for those who he cared about.

A small sigh escaped him as he dug his chin and buried his face into his lifted knees. His brown orbs looked out into darkness on a sunny afternoon. He found it hard to not be able to see and what he had, he had often fought it hard to hold back tears. He missed Jasmine, she was the light of his world and now she was gone. He wasn't sure why but the only thing he could come down to was, it was just him...

[xx.Skyix.]

I wasnt sure what to think for the moment. Things were just... All messed up in my life, and well... I felt lost. Lonely. It was only me here. There were plenty of people in the world. Just none that I could ever trust. At least I hoped I could trust one, and only one. But somehow I knew that wouldn't happen. I was such a downer. Always making myself feel depressed only to feel better. How wrong is that? How hypocritical is it? Quite frankly, it made no sense.

I was a troubled girl. And men just made me more confused, made me feel more vulnerable. Made me feel more alone. There were guys out there. Simply gorgeous guys, but none of them would I ever feel like I could talk to them, get to know them. Hell, even be around them. It was hard enough just living in a world with those wretched, vile creatures. Yet, no matter how much I tried, I couldnt get out of here. I tried and tried but nothing worked.

I walked along in silence, only to come up upon some boy sitting on a rock. I tilted my head slightly and went to move aorund, but it was rather difficult. It was like... go one way and he could see you, or go the other way and end up tripping. Unfortunately I chose the later and went around him. Tripping like I planned. I let out a small squeak and ended up in the water. A small pond there next to the boy in the water. I quietly sighed and stood up, carefully. Mud began dripping off me. I shivered but began whiping it off the black jacket I wore. Quietly hoping that he wouldn't say anything, wouldnt notice. But I knew it was terribly hard to hope for.

[Darius Tyson]

He faced out to the water and closed his eyes for a small second until he heard the sounds of water flailing around in the air. His head turned her direction and then his body followed to get up and help her out of the water. He stepped in the water, splashing in a run as he came up beside her.

The small creek had to run half way up to his knee. Wet legs, shoes, any of that was defiantly worth for helping someone out. His eyes met with hers even though all he saw was darkness, to her it would look like he saw every detail in her body.

His mind thought about what just happened. Was she avoiding him or just being clumsy like most girls were? Was it both? The thought flipped back past his head and soon enough he left it at a stand still. Do you need any help he asked as he got her up. Are you hurt?