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"As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts
Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?
For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt

And my head told my heart
"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head
"This time no."

Oh the shame that sent me off from the God that I once loved
Was the same that sent me into your arms
Oh and pestilence is won when you are lost and I am gone
And no hope, no hope will overcome

And if your strife strikes at your sleep
Remember spring swaps snow for leaves
You'll be happy and wholesome again
When the city clears and sun ascends

And my head told my heart
"Let love grow"
But my heart told my head
"This time no..."

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Fletcher Knight

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Fletcher has always been the outcast of the school. He's always sat at the lunch table alone, his earbuds in his ears. He's always sat in the back of the class, silent, never the one to raise his hand. He has never been seen talking to anyone, or have any proof that he has any friends. But what nobody knows is that Fletcher had gone through severe depression while he was in middle school, becoming self abusive and suicidal. Though, with enough counseling and medicine he has gotten over it, but he had grown quiet over the years. It disturbed him. He was living in a happy family. They were able to get a meal on the table each day, they could get nice stuff. Fletcher had all he could ever want as a kid. But what was scary is that he didn't know why he got so sad. Was there nothing to be sad about? So he created his own unhappiness? Was he that selfish? Was he that much of a brat? Thought after thought filled Fletcher's mind, but he could never find out what it was.
Now, 17, and as a junior in high school, he's slowly slipping back into depression. He can feel extremely happy at one point, then completely broken down sobbing at another. He's trying to refrain from going back to cutting and drugs, knowing the last thing he wants is self abuse. He's removed himself from the other students at school once more, and he barely talks to his parents. Not wanting to disgust anyone with his problem. It's getting hard, but Fletcher knows nobody can possibly help him. But deep inside of his heart. He wants someone to save him from this black hole he's falling into.

It was a cold December morning, and everyone had just come back from Thanksgiving Break. All the students chatted by their lockers or walked down the hall with their friends to their classrooms. Fletcher walked into the school, through the big glass doors that led into the small building. His hair neatly combed and his clothes slightly wrinkled. His earphones were in his ears, and if you listened close enough past all the chatter echoing through the halls you can hear some melancholy type music. Fletcher stared down as he walked, refusing to look up as he was afraid he'd make unnecessary eye contact with someone. One hand was shoved into his pocket, while the other held on slightly to the backpack strapped around his shoulder, Fletcher took a shaky breath and walked to his locker, doing the combination once, twice, a couple of times. Fumbling with the lock as his hand lightly shook, opening the locker door. He took a deep breath feeling the weight on his chest heavy as he took out some books.
Don't you dare cause any scenes today Fletcher... he thought to himself as he closed his locker. He zipped up his backpack and turned, only bumping into a larger figure. "Ack!" he fell back onto the floor, dropping all of his books in the process. "ow.."he groaned slowly sitting up.

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"Things change. And friends leave….
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….Life doesn't stop for anybody.”

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[font=georgia] If you stuck with me and read this whole thing thank you so much! :)
And if you plan to rp with me I look forward to it!!!!

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~I just wanna run, hide it away~
~Run because they're chasing me down~

OOC: Thank you! :)

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~I just wanna run, throw it away~
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OOC: Bump :)

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OOC: That's completely fine :) Take your time.
I was just making sure that you weren't going to abandon the thread, like a lot of other people do *sigh*

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~I just wanna run, throw it away~
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OOC: That's completely fine
BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH OH MY GOSH YES XD

IC: TEXT HERE

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OOC: It's perfect! :) Thank you so much! I love him! X3
Also I want to apologize in advance if I don't write even half as much as you

IC: As Fletcher fell to the floor He could hear some small laughter, which was quickly stopped to his surprise. Great, He probably bumped into some jocks and now they're laughing at him once more. Fletcher was a past victim of these people, he's been laughed at, gotten in fights and got bad wounds, and been talked about behind his back. This mostly happened after his depression in middle school, when Fletcher was a freshman in highschool. Now of course these people have moved on to new victims, and he's been left to the teasers and taunters. Atleast they are better then the ones that throw you in the garbage cans, soak your gym bag in the gym showers, and shove your head in the toilet, but the ones you mostly want to punch are the ones that don't directly hurt you. But sadly Fletcher knew is that if he tried to punch one of them, he'd ended up in the hospital. Now, Fletcher is rarely touched or talked to by these people, but he still has his moments. Before Fletcher knew it he was in a daze, one of his little trances where he was stuck in his thoughts. Sometimes these trances were minor, which would last seconds, some could last ten to twenty minutes. At this point Fletcher had stood back up, but before he knew it, there was something reaching out to him. On pure instinct Fletcher began holding up his hands to defend himself, "Ack!"he gave a small cry and squinted his eyes a little only to realize someone was trying to hand a book back. "Huh?"he put his hands down and stared at the other in surprise.
Oh! He knew that guy! It was Xander! He was popular too, but not one of those jerky people. Fletcher had never met him directly but Hes heard he was rather polite and kind. Fletcher let out a sigh of relief and looked up to Xander, he blushed a little in embarassment and quickly took the books back. "U-Um! No...I wasn't the one watching, I'm sorry.."he quickly arranged the books in his hands, his bright blue eyes darting around frantically. He quickly picked up his backpack, sliding it over his left shoulder. He glanced at Jack and Sam, and tried not to cringe. Fletcher for some reason wanted to cry out in frustration, why him? He looked down frowning, he wanted to say more things to Xander for some reason. But would he react badly? Would he just get ignored like he did when he tried to talk to other people? "Uh...thanks...thank...em.."he coughed into his fist quickly, shifting one hand to hold the books. "Thanks for helping me..."he said, his voice softer and a little hoarse. He looked around awkwardly before looking at Xander. "I'm Fletcher.."he gave a small friendly smile, holding his hand out for a handshake, using his other hand once more to grip his books.

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IC: Fletcher gave a sigh of relief as the two left, a sigh a bit louder to his knowledge. He quickly threw a glance over Xander's shoulder and watched the two walk around the corner before turning back to him. He held his books a bit closer to him before smiling a little at him. He gazed at him with his blue eyes, before looking down at the floor shyly. He shuffled his feet a little and sighed once more. He looked rather more relaxed when the two other jocks were gone, and he was, now knowing he was alone with an actual kind person. As soon as their handshake was done Fletcher used it to balance his hold with the other books. He noticed when Xander took his earbuds out and put them away. He wondered then what music his new friend was into. Fletcher himself was rather into rock, alternative, and some punk too. "Nice to meet you too.......I....like your name by the way.."he commented about his name after a rather long pause. He then blushed a little more, hoping that it didn't sound weird to the other boy. He bit his lip. "Well!"he said quickly looking back at the ground. "I shouldn't keep you from going to class..."he started stepping back a little. He was always worried about how he talked with people. He never was the sociable type. He brushed a little of his hair back, his sleeve falling down a little, exposing small white marks on his wrists and above. They were healed scars from a long time, and slowly fading, but visible to the eye of course.

~I just wanna run, throw it away~
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OOC: It's fine, no worries

IC: Fletcher smiled a little brighter to the compliment and looked down to the floor shyly one again. "Thank you...."he said softly. He ran his left pointer finger over the touch surface of the textbook. He looked back up to Xander when he was done with his texting. "Alright."he said nodding when he mentioned the teacher. Mr. Samson was rather strict in Fletcher's mindset, but atleast he kept the class in control and on focus without any trouble, unlike some of the other teachers. Fletcher was about to take another step back but then stopped when Xander spoke again. He gave him a look of surprise, a jock hang out with someone like him? It was like a foreign act in the school. Well, Xander wasn't a normal jock.
Fletcher even had the thought for a moment Xander might be in the process of pulling a prank on him. But he refused to believe that such a nice person would do that. "Hang out?"he said softly looking up at him, his surprised look melting into another smile "That would be nice..."he said softly. That actually would be nice for a change. To help him get his mind off of his problems and feelings.

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IC: Fletcher smiled and gave a quick small nod. "That sounds great.."he said softly. "Thank you.."he added even softer for a reason unknown even to himself. He suddenly got this nervous knot in his stomach. Hopefully he won't blow this new friendship too. "I will.."he said then trailed off when Xander bolted off. Of course it was understandable, he couldn't be late to the strict teachers class. Fletcher then smiled and sighed happily to himself. This day was actually getting off to a good start. Fletcher then repositioned his strap of his backpack on his shoulder and turned around, heading off to the other direction towards his class.

(Timeskip??)

~I just wanna run, throw it away~
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IC: Fletcher sat outside of school on the bottom step of the small flight of stairs that led into the building. Fletcher sighed and pulled his knees up to his chest, his earbuds stuck in his ears once again with his phone in his pocket. His eyes were tinted a slight red, and their texture was a little bit puffy. Yeah, he was crying again. He left last period a bit early without asking the teacher, but of course nobody noticed. The redness in is eyes was almost gone though, so it was barely noticeable. He sighed and rested his head on the nearby wall next to the steps. And the reason he was crying earlier? Fletcher barely knew himself, but at one point while walking in the halls, a group of people where huddled in a circle whispering. And Fletcher heard his name being whispered. What were they saying about him? He didn't know. But the next thing he knew he was in the bathroom in tears, dreading the thought of being gossiped about.
It sickened him really, the way he just got upset like that. Hopefully no one noticed. He was acting like a stupid fourteen year old girl with raging hormones. But Fletcher couldn't really control his feelings at the moment, he was still trying to figure out what to do with himself. His parents, school. Fletcher sighed as he saw some people passing by chatting about a party someone was throwing. Fletcher sighed, he then remembered what he heard before. This girl Kimberly was throwing a party where a bunch of people where going to. he didn't remember if Kimberly was a cheerleader or not, but all he remembered was that Everyone was talking about this party.
Fletcher closed his eyes, why should he care about this anyway? Why was he wasting his thoughts on such things that he was not involved in, was there nothing else to do? He could be doing better things... He knew he could be, but he didn't know what.

~I just wanna run, throw it away~
~Run before they're finding me out~
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