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Post by RAE LYNN AVERY, on Jun 22, 2011 22:27:56 GMT -5
Rae blinked her eyes open, groggy and memory fractured. She tried to scoot up in bed only to be shot back down under her covers by a throbbing head and cramped to hell stomach. Nope. Not sitting up today. So it was true what they said; getting your stomach pumped is a bitch. She had bits and pieces of the doctors words swimming in her brain, and the horrid scraping of a plastic tube down her throat, but not much as as far as memories go before she passed out on the bathroom floor.
Suicide may not have been the right route to take, but it had gotten to be too much. In a split second she was hurling back to those days of isolation, and self-hatred. And everyone knows she couldn’t do it again. She hated herself for loving Kylee. She hated herself for hurting Skye. She hated herself for pushing Kylee away again, and she hated herself liking those taboo moments with Kylee so much, and still wanting more. But it was too late now. She had lost everything. She never felt so alone. And this was just so unlike Rae. But she couldn’t handle losing the two women who meant the most to her both in one day. And the fact that she was expected to chose…how could she? The thing was Skye was new, she was the saving grace, and she was perfection in Rae’s eyes. Kylee on the other hand, she was classic, knew the game and how to play. She knew everything there was to know about Rae, what made her tick, where to touch, and just what to say to have her hanging on to every word. The unfortunate thing was that with Kylee’s need for vengeance, there was a ruthlessness that kept her on the prowl 24/7. That was a side of her Rae had never seen, and wasn’t used to. Rae loved the old Kylee and everything about them when they were together, and she missed it like hell. And maybe there was a piece of her that hopped if she just handed her a bit of what she wanted she could snap her back to normal. Clearly her plan backfired. And she was fucked. Both Kylee and Skye now wanted nothing to do with her. And now here she was, alone in a hospital bed, and just gearing up to be shipped off to psyche in a couple days.
[shadow=gray,left,300]Rock bottom.[/shadow]
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Post by KYLEE ROSE ANDREWS, on Jul 30, 2011 15:33:24 GMT -5
Kylee was sick of chasing Rae all of the time. She'd spent her youth passing by every opportunity because of her pathetic infatuation with her. Rae was fun, and Rae usually made her happy, but she also had the power to make her feel useless, and unwanted. Right now, Kylee felt unwanted. Rae had chosen Skye. But she still wasn't going to give up. She was going to be selfish, and try to get Rae back.
For some time she'd been trying to make Rae feel jealous, but that wasn't working. Then she tried to make Rae feel half as miserable as she did. She'd just never thought that it would end in Rae trying to commit suicide.
Feeling guilty, scared, and a little pissed off, she felt like she had to go see Rae, even if Rae did hate her. She wanted to make sure that she was okay.
She'd been standing outside the door to Rae's bed for a good few minutes, debating whether or not she should go in. She doubted that Rae would even want her to visit, since she could have Skye. But no, she had to do it.
Kylee took in a deep breath and ran her fingers through her hair before finally opening the door. She saw that Rae was awake, but she wasn't looking too good. Her skin was pale and her hair messed up. Kylee couldn't help but chuckle at the hospital robe she was wearing.
"Looking sexy, Raerae," she said in her usual, casual and slightly sarcastic tone. "Hook me up with your stylist?"
Kylee went and sat on the edge of Rae's bed, hoping she didn't mind. "So what am I supposed to say to you? 'Damn, you're so stupid, why'd you do it?' or 'I was so worried about you,' or 'I'm glad you're okay'?" She sighed. "I could say all of those, but I feel like you'd already know I think all of that stuff. I doubt you wanna talk about it, either." Kylee looked down at her hands, fiddling with her sapphire ring.
"How's the food?" she asked, not really caring at all what the food was like. "Bet it tastes better than a pipe down your throat."
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Post by RAE LYNN AVERY, on Aug 10, 2011 18:47:54 GMT -5
As much as she didn’t want to admit it Rae had been refusing visitors. Why? Because the only person she even wanted to see was Kylee; And Skye a bit. But she even would have been tempted to turn her away. But she hadn’t even attempted to visit her. And hell, who could blame her? Connor tried but Rae said no. A few others from that band had asked to but right now she just wanted Kylee. She wanted an apology for being treated like shit, but she also wanted to apologize herself. Granted, she didn’t know that Kylee would just waltz back into her life like that, as she told her many times, but still, leading her on the way she did was wrong, and she damn well knew it.
What if Kylee didn’t even want to see her though? It was quite possible that she didn’t. She may not even show, and that would have made Rae feel so much worse than she already did. It was like losing her best friend or her favourite lens. Kylee was a big part of Rae’s past, present, and potentially even her future.
Rae had finally been able to sit up but her throat was still sore and sour feeling. That really had been one of the most disgusting experiences of her life. She looked around and surveyed her room: nothing too extraordinary. Same old over-sterile, eerie feeling, all white room she had been in for every cut, burn, bruise, scrape, and broken bone at the hands of her father. She was sitting up in bed wanting nothing more than her camera and a quick cuddle when the door clicked open. And who should walk in but none other than Kylee Rose herself.
Rae wasn’t sure if her jaw literally dropped or if it just felt like that, but she definitely knew her heart flew up into her throat, and to make matters worse she was sitting there with this dumb visage wearing on of those horrid hospital gowns.
"Looking sexy, Raerae, hook me up with your stylist?” Rae rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. Leave it to Kylee to be a sarcastic bitch at a time like this. She looked the girl up and down wanting nothing more than for her to just crawl into bed and sleep with her…okay maybe after play time, but this was no time to be thinking about that. And then Kylee sat on the edge of her bed. Oh boy. "So what am I supposed to say to you? 'Damn, you're so stupid, why'd you do it?' or 'I was so worried about you,' or 'I'm glad you're okay'? I could say all of those, but I feel like you'd already know I think all of that stuff. I doubt you wanna talk about it, either." To this, Rae could only cast her eyes down and shrug. “How's the food? Bet it tastes better than a pipe down your throat."
Rae looked at her, squinting, and could only scoff. “Gee thanks for your concern Ky, I missed you too,” she said a bit sarcastically. “You know, I wouldn’t mind talking about it if I knew you would take it seriously. Think you can do that?” She picked at her hospital bracelet, too ashamed to look Kylee in the eye. “I know that…that I’m an idiot and I worried everyone…but you know that’s not me. Like the chances of this happening again are like…one in never. And the food is shit thanks for asking.” She laughed a bit smiling and meeting Kylee’s eyes with her own.
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