Okay, guys. So I know I haven’t really been on. But on my OOC account, I saw this. There is a girl who wants to take her own life.
http://alwaysjustme15.tumblr.com/
Please, just go and flood her inbox if you have to. I have been for the last hour or so. She says she’ll stay until she answers all her messages. I’m going to stay up with her all night if I have to. I don’t think she’s got to my asks yet. Maybe I can convince her to talk to me on skype or something? Idk.
Sorry, I’m not meaning to ruin everyone’s rp fun. I’m just trying to get the word out to as many people as possible.
She was staring at the castle, pacing a few feet back from the treeline. Well, pacing wasn’t necessarily the correct term. More gliding back and forth. She was getting better at controlling her movements. She’d finally managed to speak - or she thought so, at least. She had shouted at some squirrels a few times and they had scampered away, so she assumed they had heard her. People didn’t come into the forest anymore, not since that night. The last person she had seen was Szalok and Gage. She spent most of her time at the edge of the trees, gazing at the castle. Wishing she could go back. But she couldn’t even get past the forest edge. She wanted to slam her fist against a nearby tree, but knew it would be useless. Her hand would slide right through it. Now, more than anything, she wished she could feel things. Even broken, bleeding fingers from hitting the tree would be a relief. Anything besides this constant chill and nothingness. She turned back to walk further into the now familiar forest when she heard someone approaching behind her.
Shawn had his head down and hands in his pockets, another nightmare having jolted him awake violently. He was far from sane, and even farther from being happy like he use to be. The Dementors tore away at his soul, enjoying his the best because of his natural good and happy nature. Now? He was just so… Broken. He couldn’t even smile without feeling it was wrong. Sure, he was doing better now since being back, and of course Rose was helping greatly; But he doubted he could ever be the same.
If she was still breathing, her breath would have caught in her throat. She saw the down-turned head, the hunch shoulders. He was so different, but she could still recognize him instantly. She panicked and wasn’t sure how to proceed. The moment she saw him, she’d instinctively started gliding backwards, about to go through and hide behind the tree directly behind her when she involuntarily spoke. “Shawn,” she whispered reflexively, before she could stop it. It came out of her like a sigh would have, if she’d had any air in her lungs. It was the first time she had been able to speak without directly concentrating.
His head shot up as he instantly drew his replacement wand, a reflex now ever since he got back. He slowly dropped his hand though as he saw the ghost, frowning. “Meredith?” He asked, tilting his head as he got closer.
She stood there just staring. “Oh God,” she said, nose stinging and eyes watering. She didn’t realize it was possible for her to feel things like that. Wasn’t she just moment ago wishing she could? Now, not so much. “Shawn, what happened to you?” she finished, voice cracking. She had known something was off and when he’d looked directly at her, she could tell. Something very, very bad had happened to him. Had changed him.
She was staring at the castle, pacing a few feet back from the treeline. Well, pacing wasn’t necessarily the correct term. More gliding back and forth. She was getting better at controlling her movements. She’d finally managed to speak - or she thought so, at least. She had shouted at some squirrels a few times and they had scampered away, so she assumed they had heard her. People didn’t come into the forest anymore, not since that night. The last person she had seen was Szalok and Gage. She spent most of her time at the edge of the trees, gazing at the castle. Wishing she could go back. But she couldn’t even get past the forest edge. She wanted to slam her fist against a nearby tree, but knew it would be useless. Her hand would slide right through it. Now, more than anything, she wished she could feel things. Even broken, bleeding fingers from hitting the tree would be a relief. Anything besides this constant chill and nothingness. She turned back to walk further into the now familiar forest when she heard someone approaching behind her.
Shawn had his head down and hands in his pockets, another nightmare having jolted him awake violently. He was far from sane, and even farther from being happy like he use to be. The Dementors tore away at his soul, enjoying his the best because of his natural good and happy nature. Now? He was just so… Broken. He couldn’t even smile without feeling it was wrong. Sure, he was doing better now since being back, and of course Rose was helping greatly; But he doubted he could ever be the same.
If she was still breathing, her breath would have caught in her throat. She saw the down-turned head, the hunch shoulders. He was so different, but she could still recognize him instantly. She panicked and wasn’t sure how to proceed. The moment she saw him, she’d instinctively started gliding backwards, about to go through and hide behind the tree directly behind her when she involuntarily spoke. “Shawn,” she whispered reflexively, before she could stop it. It came out of her like a sigh would have, if she’d had any air in her lungs. It was the first time she had been able to speak without directly concentrating.
She was staring at the castle, pacing a few feet back from the treeline. Well, pacing wasn’t necessarily the correct term. More gliding back and forth. She was getting better at controlling her movements. She’d finally managed to speak - or she thought so, at least. She had shouted at some squirrels a few times and they had scampered away, so she assumed they had heard her. People didn’t come into the forest anymore, not since that night. The last person she had seen was Szalok and Gage. She spent most of her time at the edge of the trees, gazing at the castle. Wishing she could go back. But she couldn’t even get past the forest edge. She wanted to slam her fist against a nearby tree, but knew it would be useless. Her hand would slide right through it. Now, more than anything, she wished she could feel things. Even broken, bleeding fingers from hitting the tree would be a relief. Anything besides this constant chill and nothingness. She turned back to walk further into the now familiar forest when she heard someone approaching behind her.
OMG YES. That is awesome!
“Holy sh-” He stumbled back, landing on his bottom. He had to screw his eyes shut tightly for a minute, his nightmares coming back to him before shaking his head and looking up at the girl. “A ghost… You’re a bloody ghost.”
Szalok stared for a moment, trying to regain his wits. He blinked a moment and then cleared his throat. “Meredith,” he ask, slowly. “Who killed you?”
Meredith hadn’t taught herself to speak yet. Turns out, doing things like that didn’t necessarily come naturally . It had taken her a week of practice to pick things up without them just falling through her hands. She could hear herself when she spoke, but apparently nothing else could. She was determined to get it eventually, but for now, she would have to remain mute. She could, however, communicate through looks. She gave a withering on Gage, one that clearly said Oh, you don’t say? I never noticed. She then looked to Szalok. “I’m not s-,” she started to say, but then realized it probably just looked like she was mouthing like a fish. So she just shrugged her shoulders.
Make sure you’re all following Saoirse, Szalok, and Professor Smith, because I pretty much won’t be using this blog anymore (which, you guys probs already know xD).
Please and Thank You <3
Meredith could just see Billie through a gap in trees and she struggled to get free. But whoever had hold of her was very strong and starting to back them away and further into the forest. She screamed as loud as she could with her mouth clamped shut. Her jerking and flailing did nothing, as one strong arm was gripping her torso, locking her arms to her sides like a vice. This movement and their footfalls were concealed by the charm her attacker had cast. She moved her mouth and bit down on the hand, but all that did was make the hand move from her mouth to her throat. A second scream was cut short as the hand tightened and stars burst in her vision. Right at the point that she thought she would either passout or die, the hand moved back to her face. She tried kicking backwards, but that just elicited a hard jerk from the arm around her waist. She let out a strangled cry as she felt a rib crack and a horrible burning erupt in her abdomen. With a choked sob, she stopped moving, the tears running hot and quick down her face and onto the hand still covering her mouth. “Please,” she groaned, but the words were garbled by the hand. She began hyperventilating, her whole body wracked with sobs that left a stabbing pain in her side with the smallest movement.
When she began to struggle, Samson knew that it was best to just work fast and get it over with, rather than drawl it out. Her courage, after all, deserved no less. He picked up the pace quickly, remaining unseen as he dragged her further and further into the forest, muttering a Stupefy as he dragged her now unconscious body along. At least now she could die peacefully…
When Samson was well away from any sign of life whatsoever, he set the girl down onto the ground and he pointed the wand in question, the very one he’d used for the whole ordeal, and he took a breath as he finally spoke.
Avada Kedavra!
Now, at least, she was at peace.
Just have a complete meltdown literally THE DAY before I have to go back to school and when I need to go online to order my books. Way to do your job, computer. It’s not like I ask for much.
i gotta go now bc i’m on the family computer, which is in the living room. and the keys are really loud. so i’m gonna have to just go on to bed before i wake everyone up. night all! <3
