the night i chose to die \\ boy or girl needed \\ pafp

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    do you ever get the feeling that something is fundamentally wrong in your life?

    you try your best to be normal but no one sees you save the people you wish were blind to your presence.

    every day is a new struggle and overtime it's a crushing burden that you feel like you're barely managing to carry.

    day after day the burden weighs you down more and more until you can' handle it.

    it's too heavy and you know the only way to relieve yourself from it is to let go.

    will anyone miss you?

    will anyone notice you're gone?

    will the world continue spinning without you or was it all in your head to begin with?

    and when that moment comes...

    will you be alone?


    ***


    19 year old Muse A has had a rough life from childhood through adulthood. It seems that no matter what they

    do, they just can't catch a break which sucks because under their shy, anxious exterior, they're actually a pretty

    great person. In a house on the hill that looks incredibly normal and almost kind, terrible things take place. No

    one knows what happens behind closed doors and no one truly understands the pain we hide behind our masks

    each day. One night, Muse A decides to run away. They have no friends, no one who cares about them at all and they

    know that there's only one way to end their pain. As they're running to execute their plan, however, something hits them.

    Literally.


    Muse B, driving home from a party, is having a grand night. Music turned up loud and their mind not completely

    focused on driving, they don't realize someone's run out in front of the car until it's too late. Panic ensues and Muse B

    calls the police immediately before running out to find Muse A on the ground, obviously in pain, but still alive. Having been

    caught off guard by the whole thing, Muse B rides to the hospital with Muse A and stays there until they wake up. Upon waking

    up, Muse A appears scared and confused and worried about something, though they won't say what. Muse B notices scars on

    Muse A's wrists and is connecting a few dots when Muse A's parents arrive.


    Over the following weeks, Muse A will be stuck on crutches with a broken leg and some other fractures throughout. Out of

    guilt, curiosity, and concern for the mysterious Muse A, Muse B decides to make it their personal mission to help them out.

    Over time a beautiful friendship blossoms between the two of them and maybe something more. But every rose has thorns

    and Muse A's mysterious past threatens to ruin everything. Will the two be able to rely on each other to make it through the

    worst life has to offer or will one's precious life slip through their fingers and leave a void nothing and no one can fill?


    ***


    I will be playing Muse A. Depending on your preference, I'll play the opposite of whichever gender you choose for your

    character. This is a GxB thread, so if you choose to write as a girl, I'll write as a boy and vice versa.

    There will be some difficult topics in this thread, but I will put a disclaimer before I drop something hard.

    If you have any questions, feel free to ask away!


    I will be as active as I can, but I am taking 17 hours at school and working 20 on top of that, so my time online may be

    limited.

    I am an advanced writer and ask for at least 2 good paragraphs with each response.

    Seriously, if you have any questions, let me know!


    ***


    My guy

    or

    My girl

    greetings and salutations

    the name's JD

    i would like to join this rp, if you'd let me

    i have had hella muse for the past few weeks and wouldn't mind another thread. especially since i have insomnia, so i tend to reply during odd hours of the night when i have plenty of time on my hands

    i don't mind difficult topics too much, except for one certain one that i will need to be warned and my rp partner cannot go into detail about. that topic is sexual assault

    i usually roleplay the male and am more comfortable doing so, but i think its about time i roleplayed a straight female. its been a very long time, so i'll give it a shot.

    this seems like it has a ton of potential, so i'm going to make my form right after i post this

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    Nancy Lauren Camp

    "love is fake. just ask my parents"


    full name: "who's asking?" nancy lauren camp

    name origin: "how the fuck should i know?"

    nancy - english; favor/grace

    lauren - english; from the place of laurel trees

    camp - dutch/german; the field

    nickname[s]: "don't even think about it" her mom used to call her starlight or her little star

    gender: "excuse you?" cis female

    pronouns: she/her

    sexuality: "none of your business" heterosexual

    age: "its rude to ask a lady her age" twenty

    birthday//zodiac: "why do you care?" july 24th//leo

    height: *flips you the bird* 5'5

    scars: "fuck off" she has one on her forehead and a few cigarette burns on her arms

    tattoos: "are you blind or something?" one on her left bicep, one on her left thigh, and one on her right arm

    accessories: "you can see, cant you?" a ring that was her mom's

    mental disorders: "wouldn't you like to know" ptsd and depression

    mbti type: "who asks that?" entj - the executive

    hobbies: "i have a lot. i'm a busy bee." going to symphonies, going to small cafes, going to art shows, watching local plays, volunteer work, drawing, singing by herself

    scent: "huh?" honey, cotton candy, roses

    head canons:

    - nancy's mom died when she was eight

    - her dad is abusive with a drinking problem

    - she lives with her aunts

    - doesn't normally open up about her past, very close-off person

    - her first boyfriend was declan and they dated in high school when they were seniors. he died of a drug overdose after they dated for a year and a half. her next boyfriend was adam, a married man who was twice her age. she hasn't dated since then

    - she parties a lot and gets fucked up just to feel numb

    - has a lot of issues, but she doesn't let them get in the way. she is extremely confident and blunt. she doesn't apologize for who she is and doesn't take anyone's shit

    - would not hesitate to fight someone, especially if they threatened someone she loves

    - extremely loyal even though that can sometimes be her weakness

    - doesn't believe in true love

    - has a deep appreciate for oldies music and movies [especially the 80's]

    - doesn't seem like it, but she is a true romantic. if someone did a huge romantic gesture for her then they might as well get married the next day.

    - has a serious love for astrology and outer space in general. her mom was an astrologer and kind of a hippie, so she took it on herself.

    - her aunt marie is also a total hippie. but her wife, bella, isn't. bella is more of a strict business woman. even though they are coplete opposites, they are still in love. they don't want kids, but they don't mind having nancy around. they love her and her older brothers bunches

    - her eldest brother, jerry, works in a hospital as a surgeon

    - her other older brother, cash, used to work in a bank. but he got fired after being drug tested and went to jail for a bit. he just got off of probation and out of rehab. and now is trying to get his life back together. he currently works as a waiter and is living with jerry and jerry's long time girlfriend whose name is nina

    - her dad works as a salesman at a car dealership

    - she has a fascination with aliens

    - she curses a fuck ton

    - she likes to collect vintage card and board games

    - has a set of tarot cards

    - she used to play softball and is very proud of herself for never once losing a game. she was the team captain.

    - she isn't sure what she wants to go to college for yet, so she isn't attending

    - she works at an arcade

    - she doesn't believe in luck or fate, just coincidences

    - everything is black and white, she is very stubborn and close-minded. though open-minded with a few things.

    - she believes that her only skills are drawing, softball, and maybe singing, but she has never sang in front of anyone. ever.

    - she really only has two friends, frankie and grace, because she doesn't trust very easily

    - her favorite color is yellow

    kin:

    mother - charlotte silver [deceased]

    father - robert "bobby" camp

    [mom's kid sister] aunt - marie silver-wallach

    aunt - bella silver-wallach

    older brother - jeremiah "jerry" camp [age; 24]

    older brother - cash camp [age; 21]

    pets: "i have a bird" male cockatoo named riley

    past relationships: "go to hell" had a boyfriend named declan and a lover named adam

    current relationship status: *glares* single

    love interest[s]: "none at the moment" jonas

    friends: "i have a few..." her best friends are frances "frankie" goldberg & grace hocking

    foes: "..." no notable ones

    aesthetic: meadows filled with flowers, bubblegum bubbles, statues of the greek gods, ripples in the water, colorful stones, the color yellow, flowers in hair, old newspapers, glitter, cigarette smoke

    playlist:

    - siren song by devon baldwin

    - jumper by third eye blind

    - roslyn by bon iver & st. vincent

    - girls your age by transviolet

    - hold me down by halsey

    - i'm gonna show you crazy by bebe rexha

    - here's to never growing up by avril lavigne

    - we can't stop by miley cyrus

    - if i get high by nothing but thieves

    - praying by kesha

    - one bad night by hayley kiyoko

    - young god by halsey

    - glory and gore by lorde

    - wilson [expensive mistakes] by fall out boy

    - love by lana del ray

    faceclaim: cara delevingne



    "fuck an apology. i'm not sorry for anything."

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    my activity level is tbh like a 10, i'm on every night pretty much.

    just call me JD

    my writing level is typically advanced, like novella style, but can be moderate if my muse is low that day. i typically reflect the length of the reply i am given.

    if you need me to change anything, let me know :)

    ooc:

    She looks great! I'm excited for this! I am a straight female but I enjoy writing both males and females so this ought to work out swimmingly ^_^


    I'll be in class until 11:30 and then I'll have about two hours for break before I go to work, but I should be able to make my first post sooner than later! Also, I'm up until midnight every week night and one am, Friday-Saturday, but I'm more likely to be active on the weekends and closer to nighttime. I look forward to exploring this with you and will respect your boundaries on the controversial topics front!


    Talk to you soon!


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                                *:･ﾟ✧ ♛ Jonas Amadeus Wilde                               


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    The night was warm, the humidity so thick in the air it could've been cut with a knife. Outside, the deafening silence was only broken by the constant incessant hums and chirps of insects, occasionally broken up by the piercing hoot of a lone owl lingering somewhere in the darkness. Rosewood had never been considered a large town but the neighbors mostly kept to themselves. No one bothered to wonder what was going on behind the closed doors of their peers and no one asked questions when someone stopped coming around. It was the perfect town to disappear in where there would be no further investigation. No one's life would be altered or affected. The world would keep turning, undeterred.


    His sneakers hit the damp pavement as he forced himself forward farther and faster in a desperate attempt to get away. Tears stung his eyes as he sprinted away from that house and everything it stood for. His body didn't need to be told twice to keep going. As he ran, his brain was tunneling, thinking everything and nothing at the same time. An image flashed through his mind of Jason's fist making contact with his skin. Pain bloomed in that area and he closed his eyes for a moment, hoping to blink away the tears. Closing his eyes was worse. He saw the malice in the older man's eyes as he kicked the fire out of him. Opening his eyes again, he propelled himself forward, faster as he refused to look back. Tonight was the night. Tonight he'd decided to die. It would be his own terms... Jason had threatened to beat him to death anyway. At least this way he got to be the one to decide.


    In the distance, thunder rumbled and lightning faintly lit the clouds, the promise of a storm making the bugs go silent for just a moment. How appropriate... It was always sad and gloomy and rainy when people died in the movies. Maybe that was what it would be like... just like in the movies. He'd thought a lot about it over the past years of his life, but it had become clear to him in recent weeks that this was the only solution to his never-ending problem. There was no real preparation to be made... He didn't have anyone to say goodbye to or give any grand gesture or gift to. Frankly, he didn't have that much to give anyway. No, this was how it was supposed to be. Quiet. Something everyone would forget... if they even noticed.


    All of this was running through his head again and again for the millionth time as he ran. He was so lost in thought that by the time he'd stepped into the street, it was too late. He was close to the place, but it didn't matter because the car was closer. Before he could even react, he felt the impact. His body was thrown up onto the car first, shattering the windshield before it stopped and he rolled down the front and landed hard on the pavement. Staring up at the dark sky as the thunder rumbled again, there was no doubt something was wrong. He was hurt, there was no doubt about that, but he couldn't feel it right away. His brain knew something was wrong, but he was going into shock. Maybe this was it... the peace he'd been looking for. Maybe...


    As the rain started to fall, Jonas Amadeus Wilde simply closed his eyes and let go. Waking up in the hospital two days later would be a rude awakening.

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    nancy lauren camp//twenty


    Nancy stood in front of her closet with an enormous frown. She could not, for the love of everything holy, find her red dress. You know, the one that fit her curves just right. Or so she had been told.

    She began to shift through the clothes and when that didn't work, she took to ripping everything off of its hanger and throwing it onto the floor behind her. Eventually she was left with an empty closet, for the most part. Save for a few shelves with old yearbooks and mementos.

    With a frustrated groan, Nancy threw herself onto her bed and screamed into her pillow. So much for being her special day.

    That's when she felt her phone vibrating in the pocket of her jeans. Propping herself up, she grabbed the cellular device and placed it up to her ear.

    "Hello?"

    "Hey, Nancy? Just calling to check up on you. The party is starting in like five minutes, there are already people dancing and taking shots. And considering the guest of honor isn't even here yet..." The voice trailed off, letting Nancy fill in the rest.

    "I'll be there soon, Frankie. Don't worry. I just can't find my red dress anywhere.. You know, the one that-"

    "Yeah, about that..." Frankie chuckled nervously, the laughter sounding as if it were forced from her lips.

    "Frankie." Her voice remained even, calm, but there was a cutting edge to it.

    "Well Grace sort of, um, borrowed it for tonight." Frankie squeaked out in a rush.

    Nancy closed her eyes and let out a low, deep sigh. Of course Grace was wearing her favorite dress on her special day. She shouldn't have expected anything less.

    "Nancy?" Frankie seemed even more anxious with the newfound silence.

    "Its fine, forget it. I'll be there soon." With another sigh, she hung up before Frankie could say anything else. She knew that it would end up as an hour long conversation and she didn't have that sort of time. She was already late to her own party.

    Standing from her bed, she placed her hands on her hips and stared down at the piles of clothes. If she scrounged around, she was sure she could find something...

    "Aha!" Nancy dropped to her knees and dug under a pile to find the perfect top. Now she just needed some matching pants. After a bit more hunting, she finally found a pair that would have to do. It wasn't exactly a dress, but it was the best she could do at the moment. She was in a hurry and all.

    After dressing herself in the outfit, she ran into the bathroom adjoined with her bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror with a judging stare. She looked herself over, deciding the outfit looked alright. Her icy blue gaze then found her hair and she grimaced.

    It took maybe less than ten minutes to bring half of it into a sloppy updo and add a braid here and there. Her hair may have messy, but hopefully it came off as edgy that way.

    She didn't normally wear makeup, so she didn't worry about it too much. Some light mascara and glittery lipgloss would do the trick.

    Hurrying back into her bedroom, she grabbed some matching heeled boots, her handbag, and her phone before heading toward the stairs.

    To get to the front door, she had to pass by the kitchen.

    She had been in the middle of hopping toward the door while trying to put her boot on when she heard a pair of voices yell, "Surprise!"

    Nancy stumbled slightly before regaining her balance and turning toward the kitchen.

    Her aunts, Marie and Bella, stood on the other side of the counter and smiled brightly at her. Sitting in front of them was a massive chocolate cake covered in pink flowers.

    Each of them wore an apron covered in chocolate and flour. Marie's said Mrs. Eats A Lot and Bella's said Mrs. Cooks A Lot. Bella had always been the best cook, but it was nice to see Marie helping her out.

    Nancy rubbed at her arm awkwardly, not sure how to tell them that not only did she not like chocolate, but that she was on her way out. She couldn't exactly blame them, they didn't know her very well. It wasn't like she had grown up around them. Sure, they'd visit on holidays but that had been a long time ago.

    The only reason she was staying with them now was because it was better, much better, than staying with her dad. They knew what was going on and offered for her to stay with them. It had been almost a year now, but sometimes it still felt like living with strangers. Strangers who loved her a little too much - something she wasn't used to feeling too often.

    "Well don't just stand there! Come grab a slice." Marie said, her hair coming loose from the bobby pins. Nancy could tell that they had worked really hard on this cake.

    "Actually, my friends kind of threw me this party tonight and I am running late. But thank you, I appreciate the kind gesture." Nancy didn't look at them, but instead crossed her arms over chest in an uncomfortable manner.

    When she did happen to glance in their direction, she noticed how Bella's nose wrinkled like she had just smelled something awful. Nancy drew into herself, expecting them to shout and throw fists. But that didn't happen because they weren't her father. Still, she couldn't help the fear that began to kick in.

    Marie's eyes grew wide and incredulous as she said, "You don't like chocolate!"

    She then hit the palm of her hand on her forehead and shook her head. "I can't believe I forgot. Not everyone likes chocolate, I shouldn't have just assumed."

    Bella placed a hand on her wife's shoulder before looking at Nancy with a faint smile. "Its alright, hun. Enjoy the party."

    Nodding once, Nancy turned the doorknob and hurried toward her car. She could tell it was going to rain from the gloomy atmosphere and the dark clouds threatening to cover the moon.

    Once she was in her car, she started to curse to herself. Not only was she late for her own birthday party, but she also probably just hurt the feelings of the sweetest people she had ever met.

    Where her dad had called her rebellious, her aunts had called her free-spirited. They didn't try to control her, harm her, define her - they let her have her freedom. Something she hadn't had most of her life. They always told her that they admired her non-conforming spirit, the way she thought outside the box.

    And here she was, shitting on their birthday surprise for her.

    She was an awful human being.

    "God strike me down now." She joked under her breath.

    Deciding to take her mind off of things, she turned on the radio and flipped through the stations. She finally found one that was playing ...Baby One More Time by Britney Spears. How iconic.

    Since it was late and hardly anyone in the small town of Rosewood ever left their house after dark, even on a Saturday, she decided it was safe to go into full dance mode while driving. The song was a classic and she just couldn't resist the temptation. She figured it would help her mood so that she would be pumped for this party.

    So she flipped her hair, shook her head, wiggled in her seat as she danced and sang along. This was why she wasn't paying any attention when suddenly her car made a thump noise and a guy hit her windshield; shattering it.

    Nancy let out a shrill scream as the guy slid off of her hood and onto the pavement. When her scream finally ended, she just sat there; her heart beating against her chest like it was trying to escape.

    "Oh fuck." She panted before her shock faded enough for her to gather her wits. She put the car in park, then unbuckled her seat belt and ran out of the car - straight toward the stranger. He looked to be about her age, but she didn't recognize him. Then again, she was pretty new to town still and didn't actually care to put names to faces.

    Looking at him now, the unnatural way his legs twisted and the blood stains on the pavement, she decided that this was the worst birthday of her life. She had committed a crime, one of the worst ones- murder. She was a felon and she was only twenty! She would have to live with this guilt for the rest of her life. And how was she going to explain herself?

    'Oh, sorry officer. My bad. I was jamming out to Britney Spears and forgot to pay attention to the road. You understand, don't you?'

    Falling to her knees, she buried her face in her hands and let out a silent sob; her shoulders shaking, but no tears in her eyes. She was in too much shock to actually cry.

    Then she saw movement, just his fingers curling as if trying to hold onto something. Then they uncurled and he was still again. But then a low moan escaped from his lips and her heart skipped a beat.

    He was still alive!

    Nancy practically crawled toward him, carefully lifting his head and placing it into her lap. He seemed to be looking directly at her, but his eyes were too glassy to tell.

    "Hey, stay with me. I'm about to call you an ambulance, okay? Just listen to the sound of my voice. Everything will be alright. You're going to live and you are going to be okay."

    She couldn't tell if he even heard her much less understood her. Deciding there was no time to waste, Nancy took her phone out and dialed 911.

    "Hello? Yes, there was a car accident on 5th street. I- I hit the guy, he just came running out of nowhere. I didn't mean to, it was an accident. He's laying on the road, I'm here with him. I'm pretty sure he's still alive."

    They told her to check his pulse, so she did; placing her fingers on his wrist and then his neck. She then put the back of her hand over his slightly open mouth.

    "He has a pulse and he is breathing, but both are faint."

    They told her that an ambulance was on the way and she hung up. She then looked down at the strange boy who was no older than she was. She really hoped he didn't die. Not just for her sake, but because he didn't deserve to die like this.

    It began to rain, but she didn't even notice. It started out as a slight drizzle before gaining momentum.

    "Can you hear me?" She asked; her voice faint, as if afraid to wake him from slumber. He didn't respond, which only worried her more.

    It was a small town, so hopefully the ambulance would be here soon.

    Until then, she began to comb her fingers through his dark hair. She noticed the bruise on his face and wondered briefly if that was her fault too.

    Unsure of what else to do, she decided to sing a song that she used to sing to herself all of the time. She thought that if he were about to pass, he may enjoy a song on the way out. She knew she would.

    Ignoring the beeping from her car due to leaving the door wide open as well as the radio that was still playing softly in the background, she hummed a tune before beginning to sing. It had been a long time since she had sang this particular song, and she still seemed to remember the words.

    She sang it over and over - even in the ambulance, on the way to the hospital.

    When they arrived, they told her that he was lucky to be alive, but somehow he pulled through. He would be okay, probably on crutches.

    She cried happy tears, relieved that he was alive. She sat in the waiting room while they assessed for further damage. Eventually her aunts showed up and hugged her really tight. She cried into their chests for what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes before going back to hugging herself.

    After a few hours, at around four in the morning, her aunts left to grab her a change of clothes and some coffee. She refused to leave the hospital until she could see him, until she could see with her own eyes that he was going to be fine.

    "Happy Birthday to me." She snorted to herself, rolling her eyes and bringing her knees up to her chest.

    She fell asleep like this, only waking up when she heard Marie and Bella arguing over something. She pretended to still be asleep so she could listen. They talked about the damage on the car, what would happen if he pressed charges, and how one of their friends was married to a lawyer.

    She fell back asleep after that and woke to find her aunts gone. Her phone was blowing up with messages and missed calls, mostly from Grace and Frankie. She ignored them and turned her phone off completely.

    Finally, she was able to visit. It was very early in the morning, but still just as gloomy as the night before. It had been raining nonstop since that night.

    Bringing up a chair next to the guy's bed, she watched his sleeping form with wonder. How he was still alive was beyond her, but they told her that he would make a full recovery. They also told her that his name was Jonas Wilde and that they had contacted the parents. She wondered if his family would hate her.

    She sat with him for hours at a time. Sometimes in silence, sometimes humming to a song, sometimes talking to him even though she knew he wouldn't respond. She would leave to eat, though she ate very little. She nibbled on cheeze-its and other snack foods, not in the mood for actual meals. She had lost her appetite completely.

    On the second day, she sat again in the chair next to his bed. She reached forward, rather tentatively, and grabbed his hand. She had thought about doing it before, but was hesitant. Now she was gripping his hand with force, but not too tight.

    "Hey Jonas. The doctors said you should be waking up any day now. But you're pretty doped up on pain killers, so you'll be resting a lot. I'm not sure if you can hear me, but I'll make sure to tell you when you're awake too."

    She chewed at her chapped lips before gently squeezing his hand and saying, "I'm sorry."

    She didn't speak again after that.

    About an hour later, she had fallen asleep; her head leaned back against the chair.

    She had changed into comfortable, baggy sweats and her hair was in a messy bun. Her eyes were puffy and swollen, so you could tell she had been crying. But in her dreamless sleep, she seemed peaceful.




    //your post was so good! i really enjoyed reading it!

    i hope mine was okay and that it wasn't too long. i tend to get a little carried away when it comes to my first post in a thread lol

    also, thank you for respecting my boundaries on the certain controversial topic, i appreciate deeply

    i look forward to this thread and creating the story of jonas and nancy with you :)

    oh! and i almost forgot to mention that she has a tattoo that says ad astra [which means 'to the stars' in latin] on the sole of her foot and a tiny north star tattoo on the side of her right middle finger//


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                                *:･ﾟ✧ ♛ Jonas Amadeus Wilde                               


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    Hey! No worries at all, your post was perfect! Mine would've probably been longer except that I was between classes and just really wanted to get something up for us to start! I'm so much looking forward to getting more into this with you and I can tell already that I'm going to love these characters!

    My life should be calming down a little tomorrow afternoon as I finish catching up on homework! I'll be a lot more active at that point :)


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    Death was nothing like Jonas had expected it to be. In all the times he'd played it out in his head, getting hit by a car hadn't been in the plan. Since he'd closed his eyes, he had been stuck in the same room... It was small and stuffy, like an old doctor's office, but there was nothing to identify the room other than the bed he was sitting on. Everything felt fine... muted and numb, but fine. He looked down at his leg, the one thing he'd known for sure just wasn't right after the accident and found it completely intact. The skin was weird to look at, but there was no bruising or bleeding. Somehow the whole scene made him feel at peace while feeling overly agitated at the same time. It wasn't until his subconscious self stood up and started to move around that he felt anything at all. There was a numb pain that surrounded his entire body. A pounding in his head... a shuddering ache every time he took a breath... a twinge in his wrist that was nothing compared to the other pain he felt, but definitely not right. The worst pain was in his leg. Every step felt like his bones were shattering like glass. Limping heavily he made it to the door before nervously turning the handle and pulling it inward towards him.


    Instantly Jonas was a child again, opening the door to find a tall dark-skinned police officer standing somber at his front door. The man crouched down before him and asked to speak to the adult in the house. Of course there was no way the naive little kid could know his parents had both just been killed in a head-on collision with a drunk driver. His babysitter, a 18 year old named Jennie drove him to his grandparents house for the night. She'd sent flowers to the funeral, but Jonas had never seen her again after that. He hadn't understood why she was crying the entire drive to his grandparents' house until a long time later... after the funeral and the burial. It all sank in so slow, he couldn't even believe it was real. It couldn't be real...


    Beeping broke into the fog of his mind, shattering the image of a scared little boy standing in front of the looming graves of his parents and throwing the calm state of his mind into a confusing clutter. He could hear a voice, soft and rhythmic... sometimes a hum or a lyrical tune that lulled his panicked brain into a sense of calm. The voice was unfamiliar, but it soothed him. Jonas was sure it was an angel... If he could just open his eyes to see her face... There was a pressure in his hand... The feeling was unfamiliar, but he knew it was someone else's hand in his. Her voice whispered in his ear and she squeezed his hand gently. Grief washed over him as he felt her body shaking next to him. It was almost as if this person hurt for him. In the waking world, his fingers twitched against hers. If he'd had it his way, he'd have squeezed her hand back and assured her it was okay... there was no reason for her to cry or apologize... but he couldn't control that much movement. Even the twitching made him want to recede into his mind like a hibernating bear.


    No. It wasn't time to run away from the light behind his eyelids. He needed to open his eyes and embrace his new reality. Surely heaven would be better than the hell he'd been living in for the past twelve years of his life. Maybe being dead wouldn't be that bad... Maybe he'd see his parents again, or even his grandparents. Maybe he'd get to meet the crying angel and assure her everything would be okay. There was no need to cry because everything would be better this way. No more pain...


    The light was so bright as it touched Jonas's soft blue-green eyes for the first time in days. Immediately he squinted, recoiling from the discomfort. The beeping was louder now, punching the silence in the air with a consistent beat. Confusion began to settle over the wounded young teen. His body felt heavy and his head felt thick as if someone had dropped a roll of toilet paper into the toilet and then shoved the wet wad of paper into his head. Mush... painful mush. That's what his brain felt like. Past the numbness of his head, though, he couldn't feel anything. For a frightening moment, Jonas wondered why he couldn't move. The beeping picked up the pace as his heart raced in his chest. Wait... his heart was racing? Brows furrowed as he realized he wasn't in fact dead. His head was bandaged thick with gauze and the rest of his injuries were similarly cared for. At the bottom of the bed, his leg was suspended in the air, wrapped in some thick white splint. Jonas wasn't dead... and the voice he'd heard hadn't been an angel, but a girl. She was asleep in the chair next to his bed, her hand still resting gently in his. Relaxing his head back into his pillow, he let out a shaky breath, wincing at the discomfort in his chest that felt as if it were being held up by a tire jack. It wasn't over. Turns out he couldn't even die right. Letting that thought sink in, a soft, pained groan managed to fill the air above them. It was the first sound he'd made in days.

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    Nancy was a pretty heavy sleeper. She usually had to set five alarms every morning and she would sleep through every one of them. In the end, one of her aunts would always be the one to wake her up. Yet somehow a small, soft moan brought her out of her slumber.

    It took a moment to pull herself from her dreams. When she finally opened her eyes, blinking against the bright, fluorescent lights, she almost forgot where she was. She half-expected to wake up in her comfy bed under her warm covers.

    She hadn't meant to take a nap, but she hadn't been sleeping very well since her birthday and she needed the rest.

    Wiping at the drool in the corner of her lips, she brought her light blue eyes toward the boy in the hospital bed.

    It took a few moments for her to realize that he was awake. She couldn't help the audible gasp that she made. Part of her didn't believe that he'd ever wake up, even though the doctors said he would. She was glad that he was going to be alright.

    It was then that she realized her hand still rested on his. Heat crept up into her cheeks as she slowly slid her hand away from his.

    "Jonas?" She said it like a question, even though she knew that was his name.

    She felt kind of silly now. Neither of them knew each other and yet here she was; sitting next to his hospital bed everyday like a concerned family member.

    Ducking her head, Nancy faced her palm toward herself and began to trace the lines there. She wasn't sure what to say. She hadn't thought that far ahead. It wasn't like she had prepared a speech or anything.

    "I'm sorry." She murmured, her hand now clenching into a fist; tight enough to leave crescent moon marks on her palm.

    It then occurred to her that he probably had no idea why she was apologizing. Which meant that she would have to explain to him that she was the reason he almost died. How lovely.

    Lifting her head, she forcibly relaxed her hand and placed it on her knee. She then glanced around the room instead of actually looking at Jonas. She couldn't look him in the eye while she told him what happened. She just couldn't.

    "You're probably wondering what happened." She began in a soft tone, unsure of how to proceed.

    She could feel him staring at her in a completely unabashed way and it made her squirm in her already uncomfortable chair. She hated when people even glanced at her, much less gawked at her. She hated being the center of attention. She just wanted to melt into the floor and disappear.

    "I'm not sure what all you remember, but you were hit by a car. My car, actually. I wasn't paying attention and you sort of just ran into the street and I couldn't hit the breaks fast enough and-" Her eyes began to well with tears, so she had to force herself to stop rambling before she made a choking noise. She needed to take a minute to regain her composure.

    Taking in a very long and deep breath, she spoke and exhaled at the time time. "I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry."

    She was finally looking at him now. He was oddly still and quiet, which sort of weirded her out. Shouldn't he be cursing at her? Threatening her? Something?

    He didn't speak at first and it made her anxious. She preferred the stranger's wrath over his silence.

    Looking at him now, like really looking at him, she realized just how striking his looks were. She would have found him attractive if it weren't for the situation they were currently in.

    She thought about asking him if he needed anything, but it wasn't like she could actually bring him something other than a stale bagel and coffee that tasted like dirt from the cafeteria. And that was only if the nurses let her do that. She began to wonder if she should have brought him flowers or something.

    Clearing her throat, she told him, "I'm sorry to disturb you. You should probably get some rest."

    She then averted her gaze and began to rise from her chair.




    //wow, i loved the whole life-flashing-before-his-eyes thing you did there! i am a sucker for flashbacks, especially when the character is on the brink of death!

    i have an appointment at 2:30 tomorrow, but i should be free after that. if not, i'm almost always free to rp around 8 or 9 PM until around 7 AM. the curse of having the worst insomnia ever lol

    also, me too! nancy is one of my favorite characters i have made so far and i really like jonas! i honestly feel like they need each other in this part of their lives rn and that they can learn life lessons together and what true love is and whatnot lol

    tbh i can already tell that they are going to be super cute! but don't worry, i am going to add in plenty of drama!! :)//


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    You're good! I have a night class from 4:00-6:30 tonight, but after that (hopefully) I should be good to post :)


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    Hospital lights had never been categorized as a pleasant aspect of life. Jonas had been under these depressing, all-knowing florescent lights more in the past twelve years than most people experienced in a life time and once he was able to focus past the beeping of the machine next to his bed, he recognized where he was based on the hum of the lights. He couldn't believe he was back here. What had happened...? Had Jason gone too far again? It wouldn't be the first time. The memories were too foggy, but there were two bright lights that he remembered every time he shut his eyes. The light made it hard to keep his soft green eyes open.


    Wincing a little, as he forced himself to stay awake, he realized she was talking again. Her voice was just so easy on his ears but it was difficult to focus on the individual words. He watched her lips move and though he felt endlessly exhausted he managed a shaky breath before speaking. "It's... okay..." He spoke, surprised at the weakness in his own voice. He wasn't sure if she could even hear it at all or if the sound was just in his head, but he'd tried to say it. She needed to know it was okay.


    Those two words had been soft and raspy, but they had been enough to wear him out. His eyes flickered again up at the ceiling and the light made the involuntary tears that'd welled in his eyes glimmer. He knew he had to look pretty bad. One of Jason's rules was that he wasn't to end up in the hospital. There were too many things that couldn't be hidden from physicians and there were too many injuries that couldn't be explained. Scars on his wrists, bruises on his body that might not've been caused by the accident... Jason wouldn't be happy. Maybe he could lie to the police and say he'd been jumped or got into a fight near the school. He'd graduated a year prior, but he was still an easy target from football jerks trying to prove themselves to the rest of the team or just a group of kids looking for a good time. He could lie his way out of it... Surely...


    As she explained what had happened, Jonas started to feel the world around him a little more. He was completely numb, but he knew he wasn't paralyzed. The numbness felt more medically induced than the idea that some damage had been done to his spine. He supposed it was a start. While he couldn't feel pain or movement in his fingers or toes, the sensation was more of a heavy pressure on his body and mind than anything. It was an odd sensation. Furrowing his brow as she talked about hitting him with her car, he tried to remember. The two lights behind his eyelids when he closed his eyes made more sense. It was the last thing he'd seen before the shock had taken over. Wow, had he been stupid running out into the street like that. Rosewood was so small that he forgot to take into account that sometimes there were actually other people existing in the same space.


    Every breath was difficult. It was like someone was sitting on his chest, holding him down with their entire body weight every time he tried to inhale. That was making talking more difficult as well, though he also suspected the knock on his head might've had something to do with that difficulty as well. "What's... what's... your..." his fingers twitched in frustration. "Name...?" Each word sounded labored and his eyelids fluttered as if they were demanding to be shut again. In the back of his mind, he wondered if he could still die or if the doctor's had stabilized him. Frankly, death would've been a mercy compared to what Jason would do once he found out about all of this. That thought made his head spin so he pushed it out of his mind. He'd deal with that problem when he came to it.


    When she got up to leave, his heart rate picked up a little. Sure, she was a stranger... a stranger who'd hit him with her car going who knew how fast... but she was here and to be perfectly honest, Jonas didn't want to be alone. He hated hospitals and there was no telling how long it'd be before Jason and his girlfriend Sydney even got there. He wasn't sure he could stand it on his own. "Don't go..." he whispered quietly, his voice hoarse. His fingers twitched and his hand closed a little as if trying to grab onto her hand even though it was no longer there. His fingers twitched in the makeshift cast on his other hand... Overall, the scene was pretty pitiful. He was a mess.

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    Nancy had barely risen from her seat when she heard the faint, raspy voice of the stranger. He told her not to go. Why wouldn't he want her to leave? She was the reason he was there. Part of her felt like it was wrong to stay with him. But who was she to refuse him? She couldn't exactly say no - not to someone that was in the state he was in.

    Sitting back down on the chair, she finally made steady eye contact with him. She wanted to ask if he was okay, but that question would have been pointless. He clearly wasn't.

    "I'm Nancy." She said while chewing at her lips. It was a bad habit that she had picked up over the years.

    At this point, she was beginning to wish that he hadn't woken up. At least, not until she had left the room. It was a very awkward situation, at least for her. She couldn't shake the feeling that this could have been a completely different situation. She could have had blood on her hands... Again.

    Shaking her head, she forcefully pushed the thought out of her head. She then glanced at the door, silently pleading for his family to come to the rescue. He didn't seem to want to be alone and she couldn't blame him. But wouldn't he rather have his parents there?

    Bringing her gaze back to Jonas, she really looked at his eyes. They were a dark blue with gray flecks. Sort of like the sky before it rained. Though they had a glassy feature to them that made her cringe.

    She wasn't sure what to talk about and figured that since he had trouble speaking, he'd probably appreciate it if he didn't have to.

    Instead of trying to start up a conversation, Nancy leaned forward and took his hand in hers again. She was going to stay and comfort him until his family arrived.

    It was then that she noticed the jagged scars across his wrist. She recognized what they meant and it made a certain image flash before her eyes.

    Quickly closing her eyes, she let a silent sigh slip from between her lips. This guy needed more help than she thought.

    "Jonas." She said in almost a whisper as she grazed his scars with her finger. She didn't ask him about them, that wasn't her business. But she did begin to worry. Did he jump in front of her car on purpose?

    She hadn't stop to think about what he was doing that night before everything happened. She thought about asking him, but then she looked at the lax expression on his face. He was much too groggy to hold an actual conversation like that.

    Shaking her once, she drew her hand back from his; unable to look at his scars again. It brought back too many memories- ones she tried not to think about too often.

    She no longer wanted to leave his side. For some reason, she felt protective over him now.

    "How are you feeling?" She asked cautiously, still feeling guilty about the whole situation.



    //i just now was able to get online

    btw i think it would be super cool if he called her starshine!! or something similar

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    Sounds good to me! I might play with some nicknames later on when they get more comfortable with each other, but I wanna wait and see how the dynamic of their friendship unfolds first ^_^

    Also sorry for the weird pacing in this post! I had to stop in the middle to do some work and I'm actually falling asleep as I'm typing. I'll do better at this tomorrow!


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    When she didn't leave the room at his request, Jonas felt a wave of relief settle in his heavy chest. He didn't know this girl at all, but she'd stayed with him after the accident and watched over him as he slept. Anyone who was willing to devote that much of their time to a hopeless stranger like himself couldn't be that bad. Letting his eyes flutter closed for a moment, the young man let out a long exhale before taking a shallow breath in. He suspected he'd busted a couple ribs on her windshield; that would explain the difficulty breathing. There was no doubt in his mind that he'd feel every single scratch the moment the pain medication started wearing off and that was a time he was not looking forward to. It was almost ironic... all that time he'd spent wishing he could just feel something and now here he was, actually feeling nothing and he was almost afraid to feel again. That's different... his brain suggested, but he wasn't really sure it was.


    Her fingers brushing the skin around his scars sent shivers running up Jonas's spine and his eyes cracked open again. Most of the time his tattoos covered the scars on his wrists, but if you were close enough, they weren't hard to find. None of them were too fresh, most white and faded. The scar on the back of his hand was long, deep, and still dark... not fresh, but clearly way too deep to have healed cleanly. There was no missing that one no matter how close you were... He heard his name on her lips and wondered where she'd gotten it. It didn't matter of course, but it felt almost nice to hear it from someone other than Jason yelling in anger. He said nothing when she whispered his name, staring at the old wounds on his skin, his eyes staring at the foot of the bed where his leg was tightly bound and raised.


    Again relieved as she didn't press him, but rather asked how he was feeling, Jonas drew his eyes lazily back up to her face. He tried for a smile, though it was weak and probably wouldn't make her feel much better. "Heavy..." he rasped in answer to her question. It might not've even made sense, but it was the truth. He might've tried to say something else had another, louder, more familiar voice not interrupted him. "Jonas!"


    For a moment, the steadiness of his breathing changed... sped up at the sound of the older man's voice. It didn't sound happy to see him or even concerned really. He knew Jason wouldn't risk showing his true colors in public, but he was also pretty sure he knew what to expect. The man who came through the door was taller than Jonas at about 6'2 with brown hair buzzed short. He had hard hazel-colored eyes and a handsome amount of stubble on a chiseled jaw. You couldn't tell just by looking at him, but there was a long, jagged, white scar that ran up the length of his jaw before disappearing completely. He was an attractive man, but the hard look in his eyes distracted from that and now, those eyes were focused on the injured young man in the hospital bed.


    "They said you ran in front of a car? What were you thinking?" Jonas brow furrowed and he shifted his head a little, grimacing at the movement. Running in front of the car hadn't been the plan. What was he supposed to say? "I... wasn't..." he breathed, closing his eyes at the struggle. Jason pursed his lips and shook his head. "Well, kid... you sure know how to give an old man a heart attack." Yeah right... For the first time, Jason seemed to shift his attention to Nancy. "And who might you be?" There was a slight bit of challenge edging his voice as he asked the question. He had never known Jonas to be one with the ladies and this young woman was certainly out of his league.


    Saved by the bell, the doctor walked in before anymore questions could be asked or answered. Jonas's hand tightened around Nancy's for a moment, trying to reassure himself and her at the same time. The movement could've easily been written off as a random twitch of his fingers. His face was still a bit twisted with discomfort. "Look who's awake!" the doctor exclaimed excitedly. "You gave us quite the scare there, son." Jonas said nothing, but Jason stepped forward, temporarily forgetting about Nancy's presence in the room. "What's the deal here, doc. What's he looking at?" Giving Jason a once-over, the doctor adjusted his glasses and looked over his clipboard. "Well, all in all, he's got a fractured wrist, two broken ribs and a third fractured, and a major concussion. The leg's the problem. His shin bone was completely shattered and his femur was broken in two places. He'll need a number of surgeries to insert some support to hopefully get the leg on the way to healing." He looked at where Jonas lay again and gave him a sympathetic smile before nodding to Nancy.


    The news was surreal to Jonas... It felt as if he were hearing the words being said to someone else across the room. There was no logic to explain how he'd survived but there was no way the following process was going to be easy. Jason was the one who answered. "So what's the catch, doc? Few months healing and he'll be good as new? I don't buy it." The words were challenging, but his tone remained calm as if he were actually a concerned parent. "Sir... why don't we talk about this in the hall. Jonas, try to get some rest." Turning his attention to Nancy, he smiled again warmly. "Miss, if you wouldn't mind staying with him for just a second. If anything goes wrong, just press the button on the side of the bed and a nurse'll be in here quick as possible." Pulling the door closed behind him, he disappeared into the hall with Jason to talk. Relaxing his already weak grip in Nancy's hand, Jonas cursed under his breath, letting his eyes close again as he let his head sink into the pillow once more.

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    Nancy jumped slightly at the bellowing voice that erupted from a man entering the room. For a moment, she thought about removing her hand as well as herself from the room. She didn't want to intrude on family affairs, especially if she was the reason he was here.

    But then she noticed how Jonas' breathing sped up, ever so slightly. In that moment, she realized that he was afraid of his father - or whoever he was.

    Angling her face toward the much older man, she looked him over with a skeptical gaze. He was attractive, or at least he would be if it weren't for the glint in his eye - a crazy, violent glint that Nancy recognized all too well.

    Fear kicked into Nancy the moment she recognized what type of man he was. Most people thought of her as a strong person and sometimes she believed them, but when it came to men like this she was weak.

    Still, she stayed in her seat and held Jonas' hand. She wasn't about to abandon him. She even began to rub her thumb over the back of his hand in an attempt to calm him.

    When the menacing older man questioned who she was, the fear only grew and she was unable to answer him. She felt like she should scream or run away, but she sat frozen in place. Luckily, the doctor walked in before she had to.

    Nancy could feel Jonas squeezing her hand, so she smiled reassuringly toward him. At least, she hoped she was. Her face was pale and washed out with fear.

    As the doctor listed off all of Jonas' injuries, Nancy felt her breath catch in her throat. It was a miracle that he had survived that. Some sort of higher power must have kept him alive for some reason.

    When the two left the room, leaving Nancy and Jonas alone, she noticed how he seemed to relax. Nancy's lips twitched, threatening to smile in relief. But it didn't seem like the right time to do so.

    "Was that your dad?" She asked a few seconds after they had closed the door behind them. She wanted to make sure she knew who this guy was and if there was anyway she could help.



    //i apologize for being away! i was going through some personal issues, but i am beginning to reply to threads again. also, i have added another scar to nancy. she has a deep, jagged scar across her stomach as well.

    also, i was thinking that nancy's aunts, bella and marie, could take jonas in?? they used to be foster parents, but they don't have any other children right now. i know he's technically grown, but they would still be willing.

    also, i am sorry that this is so short. i promise the next one will be longer!//

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    Hey! I'm so sorry I've been so dead! School's kicking my butt so I'm a little slow to respond on here but I'll try to get to it tonight after I've done a little bit of homework! Please don't lose faith in me, I swear I'm coming back! ^_^


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    Also! Maybe at some point he could come stay with her and her aunts, but for now there's a bit of story behind him being with Jason that will be revealed at some point in the future ^_^


    Also, sorry this response is kind of short ^_^


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    As soon as Jason was ushered out of the room Jonas felt a wave of relief settle over him. He hated that he'd reacted so obviously to the older man's presence, but the drugs in his system were making it harder for him to hide his reflexes. Inwardly Jonas wondered if the doctors had wondered where his other bruises had come from... the black eye and jaw or the bruising on his abdomen. There was only so much that could be explained by being struck by a car going 30 an hour. As she rubbed the back of his hand comfortingly, though, he'd managed to calm down. He doubted she'd missed his fear, though.


    Once the older men left the room, Jonas let out a long sigh, the weight of his chest applying more pressure to his broken ribs. He couldn't feel the pain, but he could definitely feel the pressure. Her question reached him and he had to think about how to answer it. After a long bit of silence, he opened his eyes and stared at the edge of the bed where his leg was suspended over a cushion. "No..." he breathed in response to her question. A bit of discomfort flashed across his face before vanishing. "Uncle... Long story..." A pretty tragic one too, but a story for a different day. Frankly, Jason wasn't even exactly his uncle. The relationship was too complicated to explain, especially with his limited speech.


    After another silence, he managed to look up at her again, his blue green eyes struggling to focus. "What's... your name...?" He couldn't remember if he'd already asked, but he didn't think he had. Honestly there was a bit of a haze over his brain right now anyway. From the list of injuries the doctor had read off, he was lucky he remembered his own name. His head throbbed.

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    Nancy nodded silently when he told her that the man was his uncle. She decided not to push him, that this long story of his was none of her business. He seemed to be in enough pain already, he didn't need for her to try to dig up an even more painful past.

    When he asked for her name, her brow furrowed. Hadn't he already asked that? But then she figured that he had a concussion or the drugs in his system caused him to be forgetful.

    "Nancy. Nancy Camp." She said gently, gripping his hand with a sweet smile.

    Just then the door opened again. In stepped her friend, Frankie. She was wearing a simple dress and a wary expression. Her hair was pulled back into a tight braid and she was holding a thermos in her hand.

    "Hi. I'm sorry if I interrupted. I just thought I'd check up on you." Frankie glanced at Jonas, but didn't speak directly to him. She was a bit shy, especially around boys. Even ones in a hospital bed with broken bones and a head trauma.

    As she approached, she handed the thermos to Nancy. "Mint tea. Thought you might want some."

    Nancy smiled brightly at her friend. Mint tea was what her mom used to make her and it always calmed her nerves.

    "Thanks." She said while taking the thermos and holding it in her lap.

    Frankie smiled back and pulled up a chair. The two smiled at each other before Frankie spoke up, "Before you ask, your aunts told me where you were and what happened. You weren't answering your phone and I was worried, so I stopped by your house."

    When Nancy nodded and didn't seem upset, Frankie looked at Jonas for the first time and asked, "How are you feeling?"

    She wouldn't look him in the eye, but it was a start.

    While Jonas answered, Nancy buried most of her face into her sweatshirt. She wasn't cold, she just felt like she needed to hide. She had done this to this poor guy. This was all her fault. And she couldn't get the idea that all she caused was destruction out of her head.

    Glancing at the window at the far side of the room, she watched the evening sky. It was a deep purplish-gray and a few stars were already beginning to shine. Part of her wished she could float away and melt into it all.

    Nancy then realized something and turned back toward Frankie. "Where's Grace?"

    Taking her phone out of her pocket, Frankie glanced at the time. "I dunno. We were supposed to meet here but I didn't see her anywhere."

    As if on cue, another girl walked in. The blonde was also wearing something simple, but somehow she made it look like she was ready to go to a party. Her hair was down in thick waves and her nails were a manicured pink.

    "Speak of the devil." Frankie laughed but Grace ignored her. Instead, she marched up to Nancy and pointed an accusing finger.

    "You! Why didn't you return any of my calls or texts?" Her voice was harsh and demanding.

    Nancy was about to apologize for worrying her, but she wasn't given the chance to speak.

    "I had to cancel plans with James to come here today. You know, the hot british guy that just moved to town? Yeah, well, when you see him you will understand why I am so upset." She then rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips with a twisted frown. "You just had to run some guy over. I mean c'mon. I knew you were accident prone, but this?"

    "Grace." Frankie said lowly, as if as a warning.

    Nancy understood why Frankie was being protective because tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

    Grace finally noticed and her frown deepened. "Oh, I'm sorry Nancy. I didn't mean to upset you. I was just really worried. You know how I get."

    Nancy nodded slowly when Grace placed a hand on her shoulder. Frankie scooted her chair closer and wrapped an arm around her.

    Suddenly, Grace spun on her heels and glared at Jonas. "So. You're the guy that thought it would be smart to run out into the middle of the street at night."

    Her stare and voice were both accusing and Nancy glanced at Frankie with wild eyes. They both knew this was the last thing Jonas needed right now.

    Frankie quickly stood and placed a hand on Grace's arm. "I think they both need their rest."

    As she began to steer Grace back toward the door, she looked back at Jonas and mouthed a 'sorry'.

    Then it was just the two of them again.

    "I'm sorry about that. Grace can be a little over-protective sometimes." She shrugged and decided to pick at her nails instead of looking at him.

    Silence settled between them.




    //so do you think she should come back and visit everyday? and if so, do you wanna rp that? and if not, then do you wanna time-skip to when he is discharged and goes looking for her?//


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                                *:･ﾟ✧ ♛ Jonas Amadeus Wilde                               


    ooc:

    I figure we should timeskip a week ahead or so where she comes and visits him again before he gets out and then we'll timeskip again to where he's out and see where we go from there


    ic:

    Jonas didn't know what to make of her presence here, but he felt comforted by the fact that she was there at all. Frankly, he didn't know this girl but something about her felt familiar and with that came a sense of calmness over him. His breathing was a little easier with her here. He could have easily laid there just holding her hands and fighting to stay conscious but just then the door opened and his heart rate jumped. As it turned out it was just a harmless friend of Nancy's... or at least that's what he assumed. It was already strange enough he had one woman in his room, but two was unheard of. No, she definitely knew Nancy.


    Loosening his grip on the young woman's hand, he closed his eyes and breathed. Whenever his eyes were closed, it was harder to focus his attention. He couldn't hear what they were talking about and he figured there was nothing wrong with that. Deep in his mind he was still wondering if he could die from this. That would make this whole experience a lot easier. Unfortunately at this point it seemed unlikely. He was so lost in that thought that he almost missed when the quiet girl sat down and asked how he was feeling.


    Swallowing, he blinked his eyes hard before sighing and looking for words. "I'm not feeling much of anything... But I'm okay..." Jonas responded, words starting to come a little easier now. He was on so many pain meds that he doubted he'd be feeling much of anything for a while. Before the conversation had a chance to continue, though, another girl, a fiery blonde, burst into the room, clearing looking to pick a fight. At first she laid into Nancy and Jonas felt her hand slip out of his as she stood. "Hey..." The girl's words were harsh, but just as soon as she'd said them she was apologizing. Then she turned on him.


    As soon as she started chewing him out, he froze. He had no response. Yeah... he was the idiot who'd run smack into the street and smack into the front of her moving vehicle. Sure it hadn't been his plan to get hit, but at this point she didn't care and it didn't matter. This was where they were now. Before he had a chance to make up some poor excuse for what he'd actually been doing, the other girl led her out. Once again, he and Nancy were alone and the silence was deafening.


    The moment she apologized, he felt like a terrible person. Suddenly she wouldn't look at him and he knew he had to say something. "This isn't your fault..." he said, his voice hoarse. He winced as the vibrations in his vocal cords scraped his throat. "I know there's no way you're going to believe me just saying that, but it's true..." Sighing a little, he relaxed his head back into his pillow. "For what it's worth... I'm sorry for wrecking your car..."

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    The silence was broken when Jonas told her that the accident wasn't her fault. Everyone kept saying that to her. But if it wasn't her fault, then whose was it? It couldn't have been Jonas' - not the boy in bandages.

    The tears began to form again and threatened to spill over, so she dipped her head and wiped at her eyes with her sweatshirt.

    "I'm sorry." She said while gripping her thermos. She didn't know what else to say.

    Exhaling deeply, she stood from her chair and grabbed the book bag she had brought with her. She then rushed for the door. Just as she was about to step out, she turned to face Jonas and told him, "I hope you feel better soon."

    With that, she hurried down the hall and into the waiting room. She slumped down into one of the chairs just as a few warm tears began to stream down her cheeks.

    "Shit." She cursed under her breath as she pulled her phone out of her bag. She texted her aunt to come pick her up. She was ready to go home. She couldn't stand being around him anymore - looking at his bandaged leg and head and listening to the monitor beep. She had put him there.

    Aunt Marie texted back saying she was only a few minutes away.

    Standing from the uncomfortable chair, she dragged her feet over toward the nearest wall. A group of teenagers sat nearby.

    Lifting her first, Nancy slammed it into the wall - hard enough to bruise her knuckles.

    "Whoa, dude." One of the teens said.

    "Chill out, man." Said another with a lopsided smile, as if he found this amusing.

    A couple of nurses were eyeing her, as if trying to decide if they should call security or not.

    Nancy ignored all of them and instead slid down the wall and onto the floor. She stayed like that until her aunt arrived.

    Back at the house, Aunt Bella made her some hot chocolate. They sat in the living room with concerned expressions.

    Nancy took a deep breath, then spoke, "I'm just in shock. That's all. I need time to rest."

    She sipped at her hot chocolate before excusing herself.

    Once in the comfort of her own bed, she turned her lamp off and looked at the ceiling. Dozens of glow in the dark stars were above her - reflecting the actual night sky.

    She counted them until she slipped into dreams.



    //okay we can timeskip if you want//