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Post by abigale rose dennis on Feb 10, 2013 20:59:17 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out  WORDS 419 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED GABBY/FRANKIE NOTES NONE There were some days when Abigale thought that she was going to be okay. That she wasn't going to get panicky, or relive those memories. Those were good days, but they were always short lived. Somehow, the memories would always force themselves to the front of her mind and she'll find herself reliving those memories all over again. It's sad really, because simple things triggered it. When they would try to give her her medicine, it would trigger the memories.. so it happened too often with her, because they had to give her her medicine. She understood that afterwards, but she would sometimes go into panic mode and beg for them not to do it to her. It was sad, it gave them a way into her past, an idea of what happened to her. She didn't want just anyone to know what happened, because honestly... what happened to her, no one should have to know. Or Experience.
Right now, it seemed like it was going to be a good day. She just needed to avoid things that would remind her of her time with Peter. It should be easy enough to do, at least that's what she thought. she could do it, she knew that she could. She let out a sigh and began to hum to herself as she walked out of her dorm, making sure she had her phone and key in her bag, before walking straight outside. Sure, it might be kind of crazy to go outside in this weather, since the Georgia weather hasn't been too trusting.. but she didn't care. She needed to get out of her dorm, out of the four walls and breathe the fresh air. Honestly, if a lot of people would do that, maybe they wouldn't be so bad... so mean. Of course, you never knew. They would probably still be jackasses.
Abi made it to the courtyard and a small smile came to her lips as she sat on the edge of the fountain, running her hand over the water. It was calming.. one second the fountain water could be completely still, then with one movement, it would all go crazy and ripple. It was much like life for everyone, one small thing could make your life go kind of crazy. She quickly pushed those thoughts from her mind and set her bag down beside her, before looking up and around the grounds. This place had beautiful scenery, she had to admit.. something everyone here needed to see.
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Post by franklin dean dennis on Feb 11, 2013 12:45:45 GMT -5
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805 words for krista and abi. hi my loves!
franklin dean dennis was here at pinewood for a reason and it was kind of a screwed up reason. one that upon looking or meeting him, you'd never expect him to really had. but ever since his sister was taken from him. all because he felt closed off to daniel and he needed someone to show him what love with. all because he wanted something new, and he was afraid to tell his family because the man was a man and not a teenager. he was cheating on his boyfriend when abi got taken. he was supposed to be with her but he thought she'd be okay for a half hour. a half hour. that was all it took for an alien to swoop in and abduct his sister. a half an hour. how could he ever trust the aliens again? he liked them a lot but this wasn't something he'd get over. it was why he felt the need for some sense of control and he started controlling anything he could. found a passion for directing and ended up directing a school play, that he also acted in the year before. he also found a passion of sadism. a sadistic sexual passion filled the young boys body and that was why he was here. his parents didn't find that appropriate and they just wanted what was best for their son. they wanted there son back, just like they wanted their daughter back. because frankie changed after that day. but who wouldn't? if it was them...they'd have changed too. but they weren't there and he never told anyone what he was doing that day. not in fear of being caught but in fear that his parents would hate him and blame him for everything. supposedly she was back though, his parents told him she was back. but how was he supposed to believe that? a part of him felt his parents were lying. lying because they knew franklin wouldn't get better unless abi was back. that it'd be impossible for him to get better if he was still blaming himself for her disappearance. if he was still wondering where she was and who or what had her.
however he knew better and a part of him had become accustomed in the last few months of the academy. it wasn't too horrible and he really did wish to be better. to forget what he had done and stop feeling a need for control. but then again, he didn't feel sexual sadism really was a problem if handled correctly. and he felt he handled it pretty well and he had words and what not and it really worked well for him. he felt control but his parents didn't like it. it also wasn't godly of him and he knew that. so, he decided it was best to try and stop wanting to this. to work out the issues that surrounded his sexual sadism and figure it out. which meant he needed to stay here at pinewood and try to fix himself. but the young man had nothing today, and with that said, he was going to one of his three favorite spots. the courtyard. he loved it because of the fountain and it was something that very much caused him to relax a little.
frankie put on some shoes and headed to the courtyard with a book in hand. he wasn't a really big reader but he had a test on monday and he needed to study the chapters. he forgot some of what had happened and it was why he had a book and a study guide thing. which was basically the test answers on a paper to do before the test. seemed pretty stupid to have a study test and then a test. at least to frankie. when he got to the courtyard, he noticed a redhead whose features reminded him of abi. there was a twist in his stomach as he turned away, "that's not her frankie." he whispered the words but when he looked again...it was her! he knew it deep down in the pit of his stomach that the girl was indeed his abi. it was a relief to realize his parents weren't lying and that abigale was back to him again. "abi!" he ran to her but didn't touch her because his parents had told him she wasn't the same. he thought they were lying because she wasn't home, but she was home. "what happened? did you meet aliens? i knew they were real. i'm so sorry. i'll never leave you again. oh abi your back. i didn't think you were back." he was babbling because he was an exciting babbler and he wanted to hug her but he just bounced a little and smiled brightly.
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Post by abigale rose dennis on Feb 12, 2013 15:48:45 GMT -5
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It was hard. To just sit there and not think about the past; not think about what happened to her. She always found herself going back and thinking, reliving those memories. It really sucked how she couldn't go just a little bit without thinking about it. But that's why she was here, right? To get better and, if she could, get over this Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. All she could do was pray.. but praying didn't seem to have helped her anymore. It didn't help her get out of Peter's, it didn't help her get rid of any pain.. it did nothing for her. She had kind of lost her faith, but she didn't want to. She wanted to believe that God was there for her, but it was hard when she went through what she did. Anyone who had been tortured like her would have trouble believing, and having faith, like she did.. wouldn't they? Yeah, they would. At least she liked to think so.
Her thoughts were broken when she heard a familiar voice. Her hazel eyes swept over to the direction of the voice, to see that it was her brother, who was now in front of her. The last time she'd seen him was... right before she was taken. He had left her to go talk to a boy and didn't even realize that she was being dragged in another direction by a man. She had been kicking and thrashing around in his arms, and she had screamed Frankie's name just before he had injected a drug into her arm.. The last time she'd seen him, he was walking away from her. The fact that he was here, in front of her seemed like it was a dream. Mainly because she had dreamt about it many times while she had been held by Peter. She had dreamt once that he had come in during the night and saved her, but of course.. it was only a dream.
Abi's eyebrows came together in confusion, jumping out of that memory, when he had asked if she'd seen aliens, "Aliens? Wha..?" Her last question faded out and a lightbulb went off in her head. He thought that she had been abducted by aliens. She frowned deeply and shook her head at him, "Frankie.. I wasn't taken by aliens.." She said, her voice quiet, "You really didn't hear me that day, did you? No one did.." She whispered the last part, looking down at her hands in her lap, before shaking her head, "Frankie, a man took me.. not aliens.. He took me just so he could.." she swallowed the lump in her throat and shook her head, "I can't tell you what he did, you wouldn't be able to handle it."
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Post by franklin dean dennis on Feb 14, 2013 21:52:33 GMT -5
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481 words for krista and abi. hi my loves!
it kind of felt like more than a miracle because he never thought he'd see the beautiful girl in front of him but her hair was different, reminding him of her favorite disney movie. "you changed your hair," he said, just kind of throwing it out there because it was true and he was kind of trying to find something to talk about. nervous was never how frankie ever felt but right now he was nervous. extremely and utterly completely nervous because he didn't want to do or say the wrong thing. he did't want to hurt the beautiful probably fragile creature that was this new girl. she was older, red haired and it was harmful to think that so much could change. did it change? he didn't know and he was just going off what his mother told him, even if at first he didn't believe the truth.
when she began to tell him that aliens didn't do it, well frankie frowned because he didn't want to believe that people could be as bad as the could. but he knew people were bad but this just meant that the last few years. the little bit of things that let him sleep at night, were taken from him. he felt a restlessness already that made him hurt from the inside out, "i didn't..." he closed his eyes, fighting tears because he didn't mean to not hear her. to let her get taken. he didn't want her gone and it was all his fault. "it was all my fault. abi i'll never leave you again..." he bit his lip and shook his head slightly, he could remember the times he dreamed of saving her, of protecting her. but they were dreams, unable to be realities. but now? now he could make the dreams a reality and protect his sisters.
there were a lot of questions that were forming in poor frankies head, most of the questions were things he already had questioned about life, about that day and other things. he wanted to ask what happened with her where she was but that wasn't something you asked a person, you waited until they told you. instead, he was going to ask a question that had bothered him for years now. he sat down on the ledge of the fountain and let his hand brush the water and tried to form the proper thoughts in his head because he wasn't sure how to get it right. "did you ever blame me? for leaving you there for not hearing you," he asked, tears in his eyes as he kept his eyes on the rippling water. this was a question that had kept him up for days on end and still haunted him. he didn't want her to hate him for that day, he didn't want her to hate him at all.
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Post by abigale rose dennis on Feb 17, 2013 15:40:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 437 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED GABBY/FRANKIE NOTES NONE
Abigale touched her red hair when he mentioned it and slowly nodded her head. Yeah, she did. Not that she really wanted to, but she did. Even though at first, she really hated the red color, but she had grown to like it now, "Yeah... it was just a change, I guess," she said, before shrugging her shoulders. She wouldn't tell him that it was all his idea, of what it reminded him of. It was silly, why he had done it, but.. it was different, she liked it. Not many people had red hair like she did. She had always liked being different, that was one characteristic that had never changed.
She had always thought about how this reuniting would go, what exactly she would do. She had always thought that the second she saw her brother, she would run up to him and hug him, but she couldn't do that. She didn't really liked being held close anymore, so it was hard for her to do that. He confirmed that he hadn't heard her cry for her older brother that day when she had been abducted. She closed her eyes for a moment when the memory came to the front of her mind, but now he was here.. actually right here in front of her. When he said that it was all of his fault, she opened her eyes again and looked at him, shaking her head, "Don't say that.. there was nothing that you could have done.." She didn't know that he had always blamed himself for her abduction, it hurt her heart to know that he had been silently suffering himself, blaming himself for the past few years.
Her eyes downcast and looked at the water as he asked that simple question. It held so much meaning and she let out a sigh, because she didn't really want to answer that. It could hurt his feelings, but then again.. it wouldn't, because it was only a couple times that she had thought that way, "A couple of times I did.." she said, nodding her head, "But.. he had told me that he had been watching me for some time.. it wasn't just a random abduction, Frankie," she turned to look over at him, before pushing some of her hair behind her ear, "If it hadn't been that day, it would have been another... so it wasn't your fault." She didn't know how he would react to that bit of information, but he had to know that none of it had been his fault.
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Post by franklin dean dennis on Feb 26, 2013 17:04:25 GMT -5
it wasnt that he didnt like the color of her hair, it was just different from before. before the day he caused her life to be ruined. the color was nice but it was proof of something he didnt want proven. proof that she really wasnt the same person anymore. she was new like him. he just hoped that the new him and the new her got along. he didnt want to lose her after just getting her back. "its nice," he said with little conviction. his voice sounded almost robotic and his eyes held no emotion. he should have been happy, maybe even sad. but he was numb to the feelings coursing through his mind.
nothing was going the way he wanted this to go. he wanted to hold her and shower her with love and attention. but instead they were standing awkwardly. it was far from what he thought this day would be like. but after all these years she was back. at least he had her back. when her eyes drifted shut he was afraid that his words upset her in some way. that wasnt what he wanted to do. "sorry," he muttered. he didnt know what to say anymore. talking to her had never been more difficult. he just nodded at her words. it was hard to get over a thought process. especally one he thought for years. after standing in silence for a few minutes, frankie decided to admit, "i dont know what to say."
he just wanted to know the answer to a question that never stopped bothering him. it was his fault for leaving her. he deserved all his feelings hurt. if she blamed him, it was only right. for so long he wondered many things. wondered if she was dead or alive. if she blamed him. knowing the answers didnt seem to change a thing. he just listened to her, unsure of what to say. he took a minute to gather his thoughts before speaking. "we should have known," he exclaimed. "someone should have noticed him following you." there was a sense of relief knowing it wasnt all his fault. he couldnt have been with her all the time. his parents were also to blame for being blind. "i love you," he said. he wanted to let her know he loved her. "even if your a different abi. you are still my abi."
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