Freedom. The word that makes my heart pound. (Semi advanced friend needed)

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    [ RIGHT?! Thing is, I think it's in New Jersey and that spirally thing IS JUST THE LIBRARY! I just used it as everything xD The dorms don't actually exist though :( ]


    Right when I was started to relax, a familiar voice popped out from seemingly no where, scaring me out of my mind. "JESUS!" I cried out, shooting straight up to face that same girl from before. I was just about to ask how in the heck she even got in, but she already answered, freaking me out even more. My breathing suddenly quickened to an unhealthy rate and the entire room never stopped moving in circles… not now, this can definitely not happen now. I thought, squeezing my eyes shut to block out all the movement, but of course, that would never stop my heart beating at a mile a minute. Not in a good way either. Another panic attack. "Just… medicine… in…" That's all I could manage to say, but I felt my gestures towards the bathroom door said enough.

    She nodded understandingly. Alyssa had had the same panic attack issue. She rushed to the bathroom and got the bottle of pills, she pulled a water bottle out of her backpack. "Here," She said, handing him the pills and her opened water bottle. "Sorry if I scared you," She said, blushing slightly. "I assumed they had told you that you were getting a new roommate. I guess not. But do you remember me now?!" She asked, eager for him to remember their short but sweet history. She gave him another flirty smile, hoping in a small part of her heart that maybe, just maybe, he still loved her. She was very beautiful, a lot of guys she hardly even knew liked her. And, unfortunately, one had tried (and failed) to rape her. She ran her fingers through her long brown hair, adjusting her superwoman t-shirt.

    With shaking hands, I chugged down half of the bottle she gave me along with two pills and within minutes it was already taking its effect. And through all of this, Sage had the gull to bring up exactly what caused me to have a panic attack in the first place, but I still couldn't speak, not just yet. I just swing my legs up on to the back onto my bed and used one of my arms to cover my eyes while I tried to fix my breathing. "Seriously?" I panted, but slowly I was recovering. I guess I can't blame her though, I mean, she had to deal with it all the time with… I cut off my own thoughts as I slowly moved my arm off my eyes to get a better look at her, but immediately dropped it back down. "Sheesh… you mean a lot to me and all, Sage, but could you be at least a little more considerate to the guy who could've just died?" Finally, I turned onto my side and used my arm to prop up my head so that I could look her directly in the eye. Okay, maybe death was a bit of an exaggeration, but those panic attacks feel like h*ll!

    She smiled brightly. "You DO remember! I was worried for a minute." She giggled. "Well, I guess our plan to escape the orphanage didnt exactly work out the way we planned, did it?" She grinned, she couldn't help it. She would never admit it now, but she had missed him so much over the past five years. It was like that when we was dragged along with that man, he took a piece of her heart with him. "That man didn't hurt you, did he?" Her face suddenly turning serious. "I...I worried about you for so long." She said, her tone getting softer and quieter. "Do you...do you have a girlfriend?" She asked, totally out of context. She couldn't help it, she wanted to know. And anyone who knew Sage knew that when she had a question, she would ask it. No matter the circumstance.

    I tried to keep up with all her questions, but after five years of being apart I didn't really expect her to act all calm. "Okay, Chica! Slow down there," I laughed, raking a hand through my hair before letting it fall back down to the bed then proceeded to answer her questions, carefully. "No, he never hurt me." I lied on instinct. "That was a rough day for him so things just turned out that way. And as for my girlfriend, we've been together for four years now." I announced proudly and happy to change the subject so suddenly. I caused her enough trouble already, she didn't deserve the burden of my past as well. I adjusted then, sitting up so that I sat Indian style before continuing. "I'll introduce you to her later, 'kay? What about you? Who's the lucky guy?" I bit my lower lip in anticipation, a deep part of me hoped that she'd say it was no one, but… then again… she was hot! That's just wishful thinking.

    "Oh...wow...four years..." She looked down. "I....I don't have anyone." She felt deflated; all of her hope of him still loving her vanished. "W-well I'm glad he never hurt you," She murmered. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from asking the burning question: Why didn't you wait for me? "Well, I better unpack," She said quietly as she walked back to her bed and lifted her backpack to her lap. She wished she could cry, but she couldn't. No, not with him here.

    I knew she was distracted now by whatever was in her head so I crept up behind the unknowing Sage and slid my arms around her waist then pressed her body close to mine. "Were you waiting for me?" I asked mockingly, resting my chin on her shoulder.


    [ sorry it's so short! ]

    She shivered slightly at his touch. "Yeah, I was. And I was kinda hoping you would do the same. You shouldn't put your arms around people who aren't your girlfriend." Although she said this, she kind of like how close they were, and how his arms were draped around her. She looked up at him with her big, innocent eyes, hoping that maybe he would remember what they had and still love her.


    It's fine, and mine is short too I'm sorry. Homework drains my muse!!!

    [ I just had one of those moments when you space out in class and when you come back not knowing what anyone is talking about xD except my teacher literally said "THIS IS KEY TO EVERYTHING WE WILL BE LEARNING!" ]


    I gave her a pouting sort of look, but didn't argue and took a step back. "Everyone's pushing me away today!" I whined while standing only a foot behind her with my arms crossed defiantly. It was unusual for me to obey to anyone's whim so easily, but I consider this an enthusiastic greeting after five years! After deciding this, I stepped around her and flopped down on her bed, using my arm to cover my eyes just as I had done before. "You can't do that to me, too… it makes me feel so lonely…" I tried the guilt trip this time and even taking it so far as to roll on my side so that my back was facing towards her in order to hide my expression of mock pain.

    She rolled her eyes, amused. "Ok, fine," She said, defeated. She gave him a big hug from behind, her body pressed against his. "What do you mean, everyone's pushing you away?" She asked in a whisper, her mouth close to his ear. She didn't care that he had a girlfriend, she would make sure that he was hers.



    I'm sorry it was so short! Homework drains my muse.

    [ It's fine xD I love how our definition of a short post is what other people would consider semi-advanced xD ]


    I watched as Sage finally caved into my requests with a wide smirk plastered to my face, but my mistake didn't cross my mind until her arms wrapped tightly around him. The bruises. All the bruises and brand new scars from my recent summer 'vacation' flooded back into my mind all at once like a hard slap to the face. I tried to conceal the pain in my eyes, but ended up having to bury my face in my arm in order to do so because the last thing i wanted was for Sage to see both my arms black and blue and my back covered in cuts and bruises. As much as it hurt, I wouldn't drag her into this. Biting my lip, I answered her as casually as I could manage. "It was a lie." I blurted out and suddenly sat up; I could hardly even think straight through the overwhelming burning sensation all over my back "Which reminds me… I have… something to do. Don't wait up, I don't know when I'll be back—"

    XD yeah I HATE typing on my kindle!!!!!


    Ic- "Oh...Ok." She said, slightly disappointed. He looked wounded when he left, almost as if after five years he felt he couldn't tell her anything. And he was wrong. She would stand up for him whenever he needed it, help him stay strong when he was weak. After he left, she changed into a tight t-shirt and her old school-spirit pajama bottoms. She flopped on her bed, exhausted from the long day of the ups and downs of transferring to a new school. She put on her head phones and dozed off, never really falling asleep that night, the burning question still fresh in her mind. Did Xander still have feelings for her? She knew she still loved him.

    [ Dude, I have realized that I CANNOT post any less then a semi-advanced post nor can I join any lesser threads xDDD it may sound all… egotistical or whatever, but I just tried and everyone was writing posts that didn't even fit with the plot every two seconds and I was like "WOAH WOAH SLOW DOWN PLZ XD I CANNOT COMPREHEND TE SITUATION XDDD" ]


    I couldn't remember how long I had been gone, but by the time I got back, the sun had long set and I must've looked like a zombie wandering around campus. Not just that… I was drunk. I staggered up to dorm [freak, what was the number xD? 427? ] 427 with an empty bottle of beer in my hand while I used my other to support myself on the wall and somehow managed to open the door without making too much noise. Strange… it was unlocked… generally I'd remember to lock the door. Shaking off the thought, I stumbled through the doorway into the welcoming silence, but I nearly did a face plant into the carpet a good… hundred times? Yeah, that seemed about right. Then, since I believed I was completely alone, I threw the bottle I was hold as hard as I could towards the ground, but at the same time, my legs seemed to decide it was the perfect time to give up, forcing my to the ground on top of the broken bottle. It hurt like h*ll, but I couldn't manage to do anything but groan from all the pain…

    She looked up from her book (she had given up on sleep), her eyes widened. "Xander!" She exclaimed. "What happened?!" She quickly took him to the bathroom and carefully extracted the glass from his skin. She then washed the blood from his knees and wrapped a bandage around one, then the other. "What happened to you?" She asked, fearing she already knew the answer. He was terribly drunk. She lead him slowly to his bed and laid him down in it. She modeled be the side of his bed. "Don't...Don't do anything stupid, ok?" She said, a worried look in her eye.

    I remained silent as she worked, but the whole time, my eyes never left her. I couldn't remember for the life of my why this girl would want to help me, if that's what she was even doing because it just made everything hurt worse!! Eventually, I ended up glaring at her as she helped me into my bed and gave me even more annoying instructions. "Who do you think you are? Telling me what to do…" I growled, my words slurring together to the point I wasn't even sure if I was speaking the right language. "I just want another drink."

    [ Btw, here's a cool little riddle I like xD
    Without it, I'm dead. If I'm not, then I'm behind. What am I? ]

    Easy. You're ahead.


    She stroked his cheek comfortably. "Oh Xander, you wer'nt like this before you left." She said gazing into his eyes. "I'm not getting you another drink, and I'm going to stay with you until you fall asleep, ok?" She said, brushing her golden brown hair aside. She was extremely self conscious of her mismatched eyes, but the truth was, they were beautiful. Every boy (and they were many) who wanted her hand thought so. And even those didn't thought that too. Where was the old Xander, she wondered. Where was the Xander who loved me, who was kind, smart, and funny. Where was the Xander she knew before the man took him away? She wishes could go back in time, that maybe she could have been a little braver and the man would have taken her instead. She wondered, she HOPED with all her heart that the Xander she knew would come back. That he would remember. That he would love her once more.

    I stared up at this beautiful girl like a vulnerable child even scrunching up the blankets in my fists. Her eyes… I couldn't even describe how beautiful they were, but even this drunk I wasn't stupid. Staring up at the girl with awe inspiring features, I clenched my jaw so tightly it hurt and returned a deadly glare to my expression. Every other person must've thought the same thing about, not just her eyes, but her. "You're a liar…" He scoffed as tears burned in my eyes. One too many betrayals had led me to believe in this claim and… after tonight's events, I was see this was true about everyone else on this Earth. "I don't believe any God D*mn word you say! It's just a bunch of F*CKING LIES!" I coiled myself into a sort of ball as I yanked the blanket up so that it just covered my head.

    She sat there on her knees, tears burning her eyes. "I give up." She muttered. "Forget it." She walked back to her bed, and for a minute, just stood there, zombie-like. Xander was the only thing that had ever given her hope, ever. And now that hope was deflated. She laid down in her bed, telling herself how stupid she was for thinking he loved her. She turned away from Xander, towards the wall. A tear rolled down her cheek, and then another, and then she was sobbing quietly into her pillow.

    My chest tightened as I watched her walk away from me. "No! I'm sorry, please… don't go, please…" I pleaded as I tried my best to gather up enough strength to just cross the room to no avail. How did she make it look so easy?! Oh that's right, she's not drunk. I continued to try, though, to at least push myself into a sitting position. "You're everything to me… I don't want to lose you too…"

    "Oh really?" She asked coldly. But then she sat up too, her eyes slightly teary. She wiped her eyes with her sleeves. "Why didn't you wait for me?" She choked on her own words. "You forgot I existed." She sais, looking down at her feet. "I never forgot about you... in fact, I counted down the days, hours, minutes until I could see you again. Other children came, but they didn't care about the girl who spent all her days in a silly little tree house, watching the sunset by herself. The girl who went crazy when she ran out of paper to write on. The girl who stared at the wall, wishing she could go back in time."