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Post by James Novak on Jun 29, 2015 21:24:58 GMT -5
How long had he been out here? He didn't even remember leaving the home his cousin had taken him to, didn't remember when his senses returned to him. All he knew is he was down by the lake and he must have passed out from the pain at some point but when? It felt like it had been forever since he opened his eyes and when he did he wished he didn't. There was this pain just everywhere, dull and throbbing. The smell of his own block threaten to make him sick and when he tried to push himself up he wrenched, okay bad decision. No moving then if moving just meant he was going to throw up. God fucking damnit everything in him just felt broken, mind and body and then it hit him like a ton of bricks.
He was bleeding out and he was alone, no wand and no one knew where he was. And those that did didn't give to shits. So he was fucked.
His father didn't want to kill him but he had no problem leaving him to die great. He closed his eyes and exhaled, the struggle to breath was all too real as he wonder how much longer it would take for him to die. And if anyone would care? And would he go to heaven because he wanted to apologize for his sin but he would never get the chance to?
Sometimes he forget he was only seventeen, because he felt so much older than that... Just seventeen and about to die. And he think the worst part was just knowing that no one would care and he deserved that. He wronged so many people, never said he was sorry more than one. And even the one person that he said sorry to still hates him.
He pushed himself up against a tree, how he didn't know. His arms were both bent at weird angles and his leg... god he didn't even want to look but it just felt bad. It felt twisted around and the burns... the burns. Fuck the burns. The feeling of his skin blistering over. And to think this was all his cousins work, that his father allowed this. No of course his father would allow this. Hell if his father didn't feel like he was above it now he probably would have done it himself. All the scars that were open on his body were caused by him before...
Dip Dip Dip...
The sound of the dipping water made him jump and flinch, fuck he would probably never be able to hear the sound of dripping water again without freaking out. James let out a broken sighed and leaned back, he just hoped he didn't have to wait long. And he hoped he would get into Heaven...
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 29, 2015 21:45:37 GMT -5
It took a minute for Delia to make out just who was leaned up against the large oak tree nearest the lake, given the broken state of the poor soul. Broken arms, skin that looked like it was threatening to leave his bones, a broken knee, and the way the boy's jaw was hanging made it seem that even it was broken as well. But when she observed his face - squinting against the darkness in order to take him his features - her eyes widened in shock, jaw dropping open completely. "James!" She shrieked, scrambling over to him and tripping over her own feet a couple of times before landing next to him with zero grace.
What happened to him? Had one of the professors done this to him just like they had done to Maureen? "James, James, please talk to me," she begged, panic wild in her voice. She looked over his wounds and didn't know how to heal a single one of them. They were too complex, too deep for her knowledge. "Who did this to you?" she asked, tears pumping from her eyes. He had been absolutely nothing but horrible to her... Until their last meeting.
That book. Him telling her to go to college.
She had since let go of a lot of anger she held towards him, especially thanks to the distance that had been placed between them. Truthfully, she hadn't heard from him or seen him since that day over a week ago, and now she was finding him busted up almost beyond recognition. She was sobbing, choking over her own gasps for air, and she wanted so desperately to help. "What can I do? God, please tell me what I can do to help..."
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Post by James Novak on Jun 29, 2015 22:10:00 GMT -5
"Don't you ever get tired of being a disappointment Emilio?"
"God and to think one of these days you are gonna have to take over for the family... We are doomed."
"You'll never be the man your grandfather was James..."
"James!"
Huh what? He got so lost in his own head for a second as it swam with the voice of his family members. Them calling out the reason he was in this mean, he was weak and a coward. He didn't want to do the things needed to do to run the family, no no he just didn't want to hurt young girls. He didn't want to hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. But that last voice wasn't in his head and it was real, and it was that of a girl he told to stay far away from him. "D-Delia." He breathed out wincing as he did so looking over at her for a second before closing his eyes again.
No she shouldn't be here, she shouldn't want to help him. He's a monster to her and it needs to stay that way. Because if she got to close... if she got to close. "Don't... don't ask please don't ask." He said softly, swallowing back some and wishing he could walk away from her right now. Because he didn't want to talk about it right now, didn't want to relive it at all. He wanted it to die along with the rest of his memories he needed to forget.
She wanted to help him... after everything he did to her she wanted to help him. "No you.. you shouldn't have to help me." Well she shouldn't! She was a victim of the monster that lives in him and he didn't want to see her hurt ever again... he couldn't hurt anyone else ever again.
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 29, 2015 22:21:02 GMT -5
He was bleeding so heavily it was nearly causing her to be sick, but the stupid idiot said that she shouldn't have to help him?! She scoffed lightly and narrowed her gaze at him slightly. "If you think for a second that I'm going to leave you here like this, you have absolutely lost you mind, James Novak," she told him sternly. Then again, if she was in his situation, she knew that she would have lost her mind. If she thought that him slapping her and yanking her around was bad, how in the world could she imagine being in his shoes right now? It was awful, horrific, and down right terrifying.
"I... I don't know what to do," she said helplessly. "Just focus on your breathing, okay? I'll... God, I can't leave you out here alone, but I..." She needed help, and she needed it desperately. But leaving his side simply wasn't an option right now. "Think of something happy, okay? You're in a field on a warm summer day with the breeze rustling through your hair. There are birds singing all around you, and a blue and black butterfly lands on your knee to show off its wings..."
She sounded absolutely ridiculous trying to paint him this picture. He probably didn't even like butterflies, but she had to try something! But then she heard a voice... "Delia! Delia, where are you?!"
That accent... It was their Charms professor, and Delia's eyes lit up with hope. She would be able to help them, right? "Professor!" She called out frantically. "By the oak tree, come quick! We need help!"
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Post by Nixie Auttenberg on Jun 29, 2015 22:41:04 GMT -5
"Professor! By the oak tree, come quick! We need help!"
That was enough to send Nixie into an even wilder panic, not knowing what to expect from what she would find the distressed girl dealing with. But she had to keep her composure for the sake of her little blue haired student and whoever she was with, and she took off towards the tree - wrapping around it to see Delia and... James Novak.
The boy was messed up beyond belief and was threatening to send her back into a serious state of shell shock, but there wasn't any time for that. If she didn't heal this boy quickly, he was going to die within the hour... And there was a lot of work to be done. "Okay, Delia, calm down," she told the girl as she dropped down to her knees on the opposite side of James. His flesh needed repairing first, so she took in a deep breath and retrieved her wand before slowly dragging it across his flesh to repair it. The scars stitched up but were still tender, and the burns were returned to normal but left behind scars.
"Now we need to focus on his arms... James, you might want to give Delia your hand for this one," she warned, watching as the blue-haired one wasted no time in slipping her hand into the injured boy's.
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Post by James Novak on Jun 29, 2015 23:07:11 GMT -5
Well, yeah he had lost his mind. He most definitely lost his mind. He felt guilty over something that wasn't his fault, he felt like he deserved this and that by letting Delia help him he was just going to hurt her again. So she could insite until she was blue in the face that she had to help him right now but James couldn't believe her. He didn't deserve her help of all people...
Focus on his breathing right... the one thing he couldn't do when he needed to the most because each drop made him feel like he was drowning and he seem to have forgotten that he was no longer strapped down, slowly struggling for each breath, that he could focus on his breathing now so he gave a small nod and tried but honestly it did little good. Sleeping might help... god yes sleeping would totally help he could just drift off right here and not wake up and...
"Think of something happy, okay? You're in a field on a warm summer day with the breeze rustling through your hair."
Okay... that sounded stupid. But focusing on something other than this would work, didn't really have to be happy and then he remember. "When..." He said softly, voice cracked and broken and he hoped she could make out his words. "When this was happening I thought about you. I don't know why it just... just seemed to help. You kept me sane really... And you, you need to calm down too. Doesn't do either of us any good if you are freaking out."
Then there was another voice, another woman but a german accent weighed down her words severely and it had to be that new charms professor because no one else in this school spoke like that. What was she doing out here? You know what he really didn't care because from the sound of it she was going to fix it. And thank god for that... He wand dragged across the cuts closing them all back up and then he was intrusted to take Delia's hand and he nodded some before finding the younger girls hand. Taking a deep breath he tried to relax some but he knew how fucking bad this was gonna hurt.
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 29, 2015 23:38:21 GMT -5
He seemed to be relaxing a bit, and while that was soothing to her to a degree, it wasn't quite enough for her to truly calm down. She still hadn't the faintest idea of what to do, and with that being on her mind, she wasn't sure if she could actually help to save the boy next to her. The professor was coming, though, and Delia was confident that she would be able to at least do something, which was far more than what Delia could do. "It's okay, Professor Auttenberg is coming. She'll help," she said to him gently, her voice still trembling a bit.
But the he said something that struck her in a rather strange way. He had thought about her while all of this was being done to him? And it had helped? "Stop that," she said with a shake of her head, though her tone was gentle. "You aren't allowed to give me some sort of crazy goodbye speech right now." He was right about her needing to calm down too, though, so she began to practice steadier breaths in hopes that they would stick.
Still, it made her feel some sort of way to hear him say that, but she quickly took hold of his hand when their professor instructed her to. She brought her other hand over as well to cover the topside of his hand, and she ran her thumbs soothingly across his skin as the professor continued to work.
"Now, I will mend arms... It will be painful.
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Post by Nixie Auttenberg on Jun 30, 2015 0:17:42 GMT -5
She was focused on his arms, and while she could get them back into place, James wouldn't be able to use them to their full ability for a few weeks. "Be still. Breathe." As soon as James took in a deep breath, she snapped his left arm back into place with a quick flick of her wand. The cracking sound it made was horrible, but she had to go ahead and get the other one done before the pain in this arm subsided. "Again," she said quickly, repairing the other arm in a matter of a couple seconds. It had to have hurt like hell, so she hoped Delia was squeezing his hand.
Now for his jaw and his knee. The jaw would heal instantly, which would be nice, and probably be the least painful out of the injuries. She pressed the tip of her wand against the fracture point and closed her eyes as a white light shot out of the end to repair the dip in the bone. His knee would be messed up for a while, so she knew she would have to apparate them back to the boy's common room if they were to get him off the ground. "One more," she warned before ripping a piece of fabric off of her shirt for him to bite down on. The taps to his knee, and it snapped back into place with crunches and the sounds of grinding bones.
"We must get you safe," she said to him, reaching out to grab their combined hands. They were apparated to James' bedroom, and while she knew how inappropriate it was for a girl to be in here alone with a boy, they didn't have another choice in the matter. Tonight was pure chaos, and she had to get to work trying to put the school back together. "James, Delia, you both stay here tonight. You must stick together. Be safe," she said with a nod, reaching into a small bag she had on her with some pain potions in it. She dipped one down James' hatch before turning towards the door. "Lock door and don't go out. Will check in tomorrow," she said quickly before dismissing herself out the door.
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Post by James Novak on Jun 30, 2015 0:56:33 GMT -5
"I'm not I'm not... I promise. I just thought you would like to know. I don't even know why I was thinking of you but... you helped alot in a weird way." Keep breathing, keep breathing... and focus on Delia's hand in his, the soft way her thumb ran over the back of his hand. This was probably the first time he touched her and she didn't pull away, didn't flinch or tell him to fuck off for doing so. His eyes found her for a second and he looked into them hoping that she understood that he was saying thank you. Thank you being here, thank you for not leaving... thanks for being his kind of odd little happy thought.
First crack and he gasped, eyes closed tight. Nope nope he wasn't going to cry out in pain, he wasn't going to in front of woman of all people but fuck fuck it hurt so fucking much. Next arm and he made a small whimper of a noise, squeezing Delia hand tighter than he meant to as he whispered "Sorry.." Keep it together James, just please keep it together. His jaw wasn't too bad, in fact out of everything that was the easiest. And then... then came the big one... his fucking knee. Professor Auttenberg gave him something to bite on and he took another deep breath... okay one two three.
Crack!
God fucking damnit! He bite down hard on the fabric and cried out, tears coming to his eyes. Okay that was the fucking worst, but at least the pain was starting to fade away. Thank fucking god...
He was helped onto his feet and then apparated to his room. Professor Auttenberg Gave him a pain potions and then she was gone, leaving him with Delia with the instructions not to leave him alone for the night. So he was here.... with Delia... just the two of them. "You... you don't have to stay if you don't want to. But I feel like I will enjoy your company." This felt weird, really weird. He was trying to be so nice and formal and it just didn't feel right but what else was he do to. This is what happen when you are totally broken and your only sane thought come from a girl that hates you more than anyone else in this school. "I am sorry for putting you through this and I understand if you want to be alone but..." He couldn't say it out loud, that he was scared and he didn't want to be alone. That he wanted her company because... he couldn't be alone.
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 30, 2015 21:45:31 GMT -5
She helped him? Thinking about her helped him make it through that gruesome period of torture? That was strange, but she supposed that if he was as obsessed with her as he seemed to be before that maybe it wasn't such a farfetched idea. Still, for him to actually admit that to her showed her that it must have been something serious, and that was confirmed to her when she looked into his eyes for the brief moment they were open. They showed pain and regret and even gratefulness, to which she simply shook her head. "Shhhh, just close your eyes now. I'll still be here when everything is put back together," she promised.
He gripped her hand tightly, and while it hurt, she couldn't let him know that. He was experiencing more physical pain in this single moment than she had experienced in her entire life. Those slaps he had delivered, the yanking of her hair, all those times she scraped her knee as a child on the sidewalk... None of it amounted to what he was going through. So she simply gritted her teeth and did her best to squeeze his hand in return, letting him know that he would be okay and that it was okay to feel the pain.
It was a horrid reparation to watch, but once it was all over and done with, she helped the professor get James to his bedroom. Her eyes widened at the instruction for her to stay in the room with him and not to come out until morning. Was that seriously something she was being told to do by her professor? To stay overnight in a room with a boy to which she was not promised? That was... Backwards. But the more Delia thought about it, the more she realized that neither of them should be alone at the current moment. And being out in the open in the halls on the way back to her dorm made her tremble a little given the school's current state. "Understood," she told the professor with a nod. "Thank you, Professor Auttenberg." She gave the professor a weak but meaningful smile as she left the room, and Delia quickly stepped up to it to secure the lock.
Sighing, the rested her forehead against the door for a moment and closed her eyes. What in the world was happening? Everything was going down the drain at an alarming rate, and it seemed everyone in the school had lost their marbles. She slowly turned around, eyes still closed, and pressed her back to the door - sliding down it until she reached the floor. "I'm not leaving," she said quietly. "Neither of us should be alone right now, and.." She paused, opening one eye to look at him. "And you need to lie down. You shouldn't be standing... Really, you probably shouldn't even be conscious right now." She allowed her eye to fall back closed. "Bed. Now."
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Post by James Novak on Jun 30, 2015 22:27:16 GMT -5
Oh fuck yeah okay she was right about the whole bed thing because he was leaning against the wall, knee threatening to give out on him at any second. "Trust me I would rather be conscious than unconscious right now." He said with a soft smile before sitting down on the edge of his bed and running his hands through his hair. He just knew the second he would close his eyes he would be back at that fucked up house, the smilee of dried blood mixed with his own... With River doing all sort of things to him and that stupid dipping water and...
He jumped slightly and shook his head before sighing some. Fuck yeah he was so not going to be able to sleep tonight.
Well fuck now what does he say? He hadn't talked to her since that fight when she tracked him down to the lake only to be confused by her own fucked up feelings and then healing him and walking off. Since they he avoided her like the fucking plague and now they were stuck in this room all night. He closed his eyes for second, shifting back on the bed slightly before saying. "Since I know you are probably going to ask no I don't want to fucking talk about it. That being said all you need to know is I pissed off the wrong fucking family members because I refused to hurt a little girl."
That was the best way he could fucking put it, because he didn't need to explain himself to her. Why this happen... Because he could fucking torture a little girl. Because he refused to hurt her, because he was a fucking disappointment. Fuck what was he going to do? Like everyone is gonna wonder what fucking happened and... His mind just felt like it was in a million different places right now, broken and torn to pieces. And totally beating himself up for it too.
Because if he tortured Maureen he wouldn't be in this mess. But if he did, he would never be able to live with himself. But now he is seen as a bigger disappointment to his father, but he's not a monster like he is... but Delia still thinks he is so...
And why was he tearing himself up over this.
"Are you going to say there all night?" He asked noticing that she was sitting with her back against the door and looked around some. "You can take that bed over there if you want. No one sleeps in it and I got a extra blanket somewhere." She couldn't stay there all night, he would feel bad having her sleeping on the floor.
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 30, 2015 23:30:10 GMT -5
He would rather be conscious? That was a surprising statement to her, seeing as she would want nothing more than to pass out after such a horrific train of events. "Alright, you don't have to sleep, but you at least need to relax," she told him sternly. He wasn't in any condition to fight against her, and she was content with the fact that he was at least sitting down now. She looked over to him with pity - even though he would hate that - but she didn't mean it in any degrading sort of way. But how could you not feel bad for someone in such condition? Especially someone as emotionally connected as she was.
It didn't come as any surprise to her that he didn't want to speak of what happened, but she had to mentally tell herself not to let her jaw drop open in absolute shock when he mentioned that his family had done this to him. Delia had a wonderful and loving set of parents, so she truly didn't understand what it was like for other to people to not get along with their own. "Alright," she said with an understanding nod. "We won't discuss it, and I promise not to pry." And that was a hard promise to make, seeing as how concerned and naturally curious she was about the encounter.
She rested her head back against the door and let out another small sigh, allowing her eyes to close. She was absolutely worn out from her crying and screaming and panicking, and all she really wanted to do right now was to sleep and act as if none of this had happened. But the terrors she had seen tonight surely would have turned into nightmares for her, so perhaps sleeping wasn't exactly the best idea at the moment. Not until she had calmed down some.
"Huh?" She snapped back to attention, glancing over at him as he mentioned taking over an empty bed in the room. "No, no, that's alright," she told him with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I'm just going to sleep here eventually. I figure if someone comes in during the night, they'll wake me as soon as the door opens. That will give me enough time to warn you."
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Post by James Novak on Jul 1, 2015 0:33:39 GMT -5
"I'm relaxing." He said looking up at her and yeah there it was. She fucked was pitying him in this moment. If there was one thing he couldn't fucking stand was other people goddamn pity. He didn't need it or want, he had gotten on without it for seventeen years. It was the reason he had put a wall between himself and the rest of the world, because if people knew about well this, how weak he was, he couldn't deal with that pity all the time. "Don't... don't fucking look at me like that okay? I don't fucking want or need your pity. I have been dealing with this fucking thing since I was five so... Stop looking at me like that!" He didn't mean to snap but he really fucking hated pity.
At least she was willing to let this go but he could tell the fact that he had mention it was his family that did this send her for a fucking loop. When she promised not to pry he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and said. "Don't bother, I give you an hour before you start asking questions." Why promise not to pry when you are going to break in anyways?
There was silence between them now, just them and their thoughts. He shifted back some more and rested against the headboard of the bed and closed his eyes. God he really wished he could fall asleep, but keeping his eyes closed for more than just a moment and he was back in that house with dipping and the blood... his blood. The feeling of his bone cracking and the only person he could think of to help bring the blue haired girl that now sat but his door as a way to protect them... him.
"You don't have to do that, no one is going to come. Trust me they do not fucking care about what happens to me. Why do you think they just left me out by the lake?" He asked raising an eyebrow as he shifted down in bed some and turned so he could still look at talk to her. "And while the thought and the gesture is nice, it's not needed so get your ass in bed."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 1, 2015 0:46:03 GMT -5
The air in the room suddenly thickened with the weight of the conversation change. Everything was fine a matter of seconds before, and now he was yelling at her?! What in the world was his problem?! "Stop yelling at me now," she demanded, narrowing her gaze in a more offended and hurt way than an angry way. "I just helped get you out of that mess, so don't go treating me like a dog again."
His lack of faith in her, though, caused legitimate anger to boil up to the surface. She had never broken a promise before in her life, and now here he was accusing her of going back on her word and prodding at his personal life in an hour's time? "Fuck you, James," she told him flatly, not regretting it for even a second. "You don't even know anything about me, so you don't get to make calls about me breaking promises. And at this point, I definitely won't be asking you anything," she spat.
Then he was bossing her around... Again. Telling her to get in the bed after everything else he had just said, and she simply snapped. "You don't want me looking at you, well I don't want you talking to me. So just shut your mouth, go to sleep, and leave me alone." Her words were heated, and she growled as she changed position. She curled up on her side against the hardwood floor and faced away from him. Damn, this was going to be a long night.
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Post by James Novak on Jul 1, 2015 1:07:46 GMT -5
"I'm not yelling at you!" Okay that was... so he sighed and took a breath, trying his best to calm himself down as he said. "Look I'm not trying to treat you like anything and it really does mean alot to me that you would help me but can you just not fucking look at me like that?" He couldn't fucking say anything to this girl without her getting pissed off, maybe he should just keep his mouth shut. Hopefully when this goddamn night is over he never has to fucking speak to her again, because he was so fucking done with her.
But then again, why was she the one thought he turned to when he felt like he was going to lose his sanity? And why did he care about her in this odd fucked up way he didn't understand? And why the fuck did all this confusion shit had to be running though his mind now of all times? God fucking damnit he would never understand what the fucking deal with this girl was.
"Fine whatever..." He said running a hand over his face again. "And for the record I just call them as I see them." But of course she was having none of it. She had already curled up and made it clear he didn't want him talking her her for the rest of the night, fine he could live with that just fucking fine. Still... she looked really uncomfortable down there. So he waved his hand and tossed a extra pillow and a blanket to her. "Night Delia." He said turning onto the other side and closing his eyes hoping that he might be able to get some sleep in before the nightmares kick in. Because he knew for a fact there will be nightmares tonight....
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