feather-weight perfection - gwyn

[jacob m. harris]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; height: 400px; border: 10px solid #06324D; background:#F6F6F6; border-top-right-radius:70px; border-bottom-left-radius:70px; padding:0px;] Jacob Mitchell Harris sultry and corpse-like Jake sighed and was hiding in the library. They wanted him to go and eat in the cafeteria again. They were trying to get him to eat regularly, and smaller meals more times a day, but he didn’t want to eat at all, and they didn’t understand that. He still doesn’t feel good from the hospital where they were giving him an IV for the nutrition, and on top of it, he wasn’t at his normal ninety pounds anymore, he was more towards one hundred. The orderly that was assigned to him was hanging around the library, knowing that he wasn’t going to be leaving for a while, because he knew they wanted him to eat. He was sitting in one of the chairs that were in a corner with his feet up and his arms wrapped around his legs. He was biting his lip and decided to lean his head onto his legs. He didn’t want to get better because he believed he was fine before the hospital. It was all his classmates fault. If they had never set him off, he wouldn’t have almost killed himself, and he would be fine living the way he was. He pulled his sleeve back and looked at the white bandage covering his wrist. He pulled at the tape that was holding it on, and saw the black stitches sticking out of his skin. He ran his hand over the red raised healing scab, and the stitches holding the sides together. He bit his lip and sighed before looking up and seeing the orderly looking at him. Of course they were worried about him pulling the stitches out, they were trying to keep them covered for that reason. Word count: about 300 Tag: gwyn s. cole credit goes to cbd

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[gwyn s. cole]

I H O P E Y O U H A D

the time of your life

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad32/paperheartx_x/bg3.png); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Gwyn just wanted to run away. She had been here for a month or so and still had no one to really "talk" to. Not that she liked people that much anyways. She had chatted with this fairly friendly girl online though, so that was a step. However, she felt she communicated better online than offline. Maybe that's what was so bad about today's youth. All their texting, never talking over the phone. Which made them have shit talking skills. Oh well. That wasn't her problem of course and continued to walk down the hall way with her arms crossed. Since she was only in the 'level one' category, they didn't really have her heavily guarded like the level threes in the building. So, she was happy about that at least. Gwyn wasn't sure why she was still here though; yeah it had only been a month and a half, but she hadn't tried to hurt herself, for all they knew. Plus, she hadn't had a cigarette in a long while and would be getting the jitters soon and that was not a good sight for anyone to wittness. She would first get all kinds of bitchy and not leave her room until she got at least one. She shivered at the thought of what the doctors and orderlies would all do about that, but until that time came, she would just continue to silently bitch about it to herself. She sighed as she passed the doors to outside, the classrooms, and the cafeteria. None of that sounded at all appealing and she really didn't want to deal with the people in those areas. SOmething came over her and she went to the library. Over the past month, she had never been in that place once. She was actually quite surprised since she enjoyed silence, and usually libraries came with that sort of stuff. So, she and her tiny self opened the doors and scanned the library. She sighed as she saw that there were more people in here than she had expected. However, it only had a slight whisper to it and she loved it. She walked around, looking at all the books they had, which weren't really that impressive. She walked around and people tried to pull her into their conversations. Even the orderlies had tried to talk to her. She declined with the fastest response possible and made her way to a corner. The first thing she saw was a boy in the back corner. She tilted her head as he was all wrapped up with his legs and stuff. She looked around to see if anyone was around to see her actually go talk to another person. She still had her arms crossed as she walked back there. She stood a good five to seven feet away from her, putting her weight on her left foot. "Er," she started to say awkwardly, "can I join you?" She didn't know what it was, but he interested her. Not in a sort of way that you would expect. He just seemed...different than anyone she had previously met at this dumb hospital.

CREDIT TO OH HAI JENNERS ?! OF CAUTION 2.0

[jacob m. harris]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; height: 400px; border: 10px solid #06324D; background:#F6F6F6; border-top-right-radius:70px; border-bottom-left-radius:70px; padding:0px;] Jacob Mitchell Harris sultry and corpse-like Jake took a deep breath and moved the bandage back down before pulling his sleeve down as well. He didn’t need another mistake of someone seeing the bandage and asking about it. Of course this orderly had learned, if he goes to the bathroom, find a male orderly first, especially after a warning that he was a bulimic and could go in there to continue what he was here for. They were trying to get him to stop, not let him find ways to get around it. He saw someone walk in and he returned his attention to his jeans before pulling on a few strings that were hanging off of small rips. The next time that he looked up at the orderly that was across the room slightly, he saw someone closer to him. When she asked if she could join him he bit his lip and shrugged. Jake looked at her carefully before looking at the shelf next to him and grabbing a random book. He opened up the cover and traced over the big letters that made up the title. He wasn’t interested in actually reading it, he just wanted something to keep him busy, and his mind off of the food that they were going to make him try to eat soon, and the girl that was in front of him. Word count: about 225 Tag: gwyn s. cole credit goes to cbd

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