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Post by kallisto on Jan 23, 2007 2:10:57 GMT
» Broken hearts, were they really meant to be? With all that sadness and crying, tears streaming down one's cheeks. How could anyone do such a thing? Especially when that girl carries the guy's child. That was the problem. That's what Aeron got herself into. She could remember it as though it was several minutes ago, but as Aeron was now, she was at the park. She could recall every minute, every moment of the pain that Andy had caused her right then. She could recall it all, from beginning to end and now. Aeron sat until a willow tree at the farther end of the park, near a fairly big sized lake in the park, looking at her bump. Tears streamed down her soft, ivory hued cheeks as she looked down at her bump and the rest of herself. Her arm was broken, it hurt every time she tried to move it. Her hair was nicely combed, but her feelings were hurt. She had wrapped a bandage as well as she could around her arm, it was obviously broken from the look of it. She couldn't help but replay everything that had happened in her head as she sat there, tears streaming down her face for a little bit as she recalled it all.
» Aeron was in the kitchen, making herself a small sandwich, though she craved so badly for strawberries at the moment it wasn't funny. She was coming toward Andy when Andy had given her a stern look. The arguement was coming obviously. Aeron standed her ground as the arguement began over everything with the baby and how they just can't afford a child now and Aeron yelled back. "You wanted this baby in the first place!" she yelled at him loudly. Andy took a bat that was in the corner of the room, ready to hit Aeron. "Now, Aeron, stay still and we won't have to worry about it anymore." he said to her. Aeron screamed back at him as he was ready to take a shot at her. "No!" she screamed at him violently and backed toward a wall close to her, covering her bump with her hands and trying with the rest of herself. A swing was taken. She winced in pain now. Her left arm began to bleed and hurt badly. He had missed him bump, but had gotten her arm. She slumped onto the ground, covering herself. Andy smirked and ran out of the house, taking his car and dog and driving off. Aeron sat there in pain, the house empty. Aeron had hardly any money for herself now and now not even for the child. She was now about 4 months along. Aeron could go to the hospital, she just couldn't afford it, just to get her arm fixed. She thought she could trust Andy, better than she could have trusted Alex, but not it all disappeared.
» So, here was Aeron, just sitting under a tree in a more desolate part of the park, it was so quiet there that her tear drops could probably be heard right then. She sighed deeply and she looked out at the world around, her eyes all a glow with their blueness.
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Post by RYAN NEILSON. on Jan 25, 2007 0:10:20 GMT
Are you really that self centered, Ryan? You’re just stepping all over the rest of this, only trying to make yourself feel better. As I recall, it didn’t work out so well for your brother. We’ve been through enough already. Why are you doing this?
The park was unusually quiet, almost eery. The breeze rustled the leaves in the trees softly, sun shining through the few clouds that dotted the sky. It was serene, the park that day, but it gave him time to think, and that was perhaps the last thing he wanted. Being alone with one’s thoughts only left to regret, perhaps one of the most pointless emotions every created. You couldn’t change what had happened, yet you wanted so badly. It consumed you until you finally were able to push it away, which seemed to take eons. It was why he liked to keep himself so busy, whether with his job, or a walk in the park…
College was so fuzzy now, a blur in his mind. He could hardly think back to it, which was perhaps merely for the best. Maybe it was the alcohol, the drugs, or the newfound optimism that had blinded him to it all. Whatever the reason, he was glad for it. He could hardly feel any sort of desire to remember those nights, each one more downhill than the rest. He’d thrown away those years, made a fool of himself and his entire family. He’d hoped to find some sort of respect in his brother’s eyes. But that was silly. His brother was unable to do anything for himself. He couldn’t even keep his sorry ass in rehab. He could only be glad he wasn’t like Ken. And he was. Perhaps that was why he kept feeling guilty.
Her form startled him. He hadn’t thought anyone would be here on such a brusque day, but maybe she needed to sort through her thoughts as much as the next. Careful, observant eyes of a surgeon fell to her bump, the crude, homemade bandage on her arm. The back of his mind pricked awkwardly, telling him that there was something that wasn’t quite right here. He took a deep breath, clearing his mind, before putting foot in front of foot and heading for her. His stance was defensive, hands in the pockets of his jacket. He was never much for a grand entrance, no powerful stance or anything. He actually didn’t want to bring that much attention to himself.
He continued towards the tree, blue eyes softening slightly as he caught sight of her face. She was beautiful, truthfully, but he told himself this wasn’t the time for this. His main concern was helping her. And if she were pregnant, that could only leave him to draw conclusions. But, like he’d said, this wasn’t the time for that. He merely gave a kind smile, crooked, but sincere. It was more of a twitch of the corner of his mouth than a full out grin, but it brimmed with honesty and concern. Mind if I join you? he asked quietly, motioning his elbow towards where she sat. He was curious, to say the least, curious as to what was making her look so dejected.
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Post by kallisto on Jan 25, 2007 3:10:24 GMT
» Thoughts just clouded Aeron mind as she sat there. She pullled her knees as close to her as she could, wrapping her arms around her knees to hold them up. What was she going to do now, just be that single mother that she never wanted? Maybe she would just give the baby up for adoption after he/she's born? The idea crossed her mind though she'd always been against the whole adoption thing. She just at this point didn't think she could handle a little child in her life right now having her boyfriend run away and then well, be a single mother. She just didn't think it would be right for the baby to just have a mother in his/her life and not a father along with it. Aeron's brokenless hand reached up to her hand and wiped the free falling tears off her face. She ran her hand through her curled brunette strands, pulling them off to one side of her until her strands fell back to their orignal position.
» There was a small breeze that made Aeron's hair flow and her blue eyes. She watched closely now as a shadow seemed to have been laid upon her. She looked up to see a man, yes a man, with shortened brown locks and glowing blue eyes. He did look rather cute, but Aeron just couldn't think of it right now. Her lips parted to speak after he spoke his question. "S-sure..." she said to the man. She released her broken arm slightly, releasing a wince of pain as her arm came down to her side, gently laying upon the grass below the tree where she sat. She couldn't bear to say much more. "Oww..." she beared to say as the wince of pain passed. She looked at the man for a moment, but then just looked infront of herself right then onward.
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Post by RYAN NEILSON. on Jan 30, 2007 3:06:47 GMT
So that’s what you’re doing, Ryan? Wasting away your life because you felt like it? Or did you just want to feel like you were worth something in your brother’s eyes? I have never heard anything more preposterous. He’s worthless, Ryan. You’re worthless. Get out of here, Ryan. Just get out.
For a while it seemed as if she hadn’t noticed him making his way over, but he thought nothing of it. He knew all too well that it was quite possible to be lost in one’s own thoughts. He eased off his feet as she acknowledged him, settling to sit beside her, listening intently as she muttered a soft cry of pain. His eyes, careful and sure, glanced at the arm. He had a strong feeling she hadn’t had it treated, whether it was from the homemade bandage or the wince she gave each time she moved it. He frowned, but softly, more in a look of concern than displeasure. Have you had anyone look at this? he asked, motioning towards her arm. He was fully prepared to do something himself, as it made him anxious to see someone else in pain, when he knew that there was a way in which he could help.
It hit him just then that he had yet to introduce himself. I’m Ryan, by the way. Ryan Neilson. He refrained from offering his hand to shake, not wanting to make her move her arm until he knew what exactly was wrong with it. No use in causing any more harm than had already been done. He wondered, briefly, what had happened to it exactly, but there was no need to involve himself in the personal life of others.
Funny, how he had planned for a mere stroll, just to enjoy this rare day off from his usual routine of working at all hours, and yet here he was, getting himself involved, sticking his nose in places where it didn’t belong. He was naturally curious, some might say, others just plain nosy. Whatever the reason, he seemed to have the uncanny ability to do such everywhere he went, whether it was a passerby on the street or one of his dear friends. Their problems fascinated him, drew him away from his own feelings of regret and shame. Of course, then they might turn, might try to question him for a change, and he would sink into himself, like a dog with its tail between its legs, or perhaps like a turtle, in the safety of its shell. Hypocritical might be a good word to say. But it was his own flawed self, something he had great difficulty in changing. He tried to remain reliable, a rock, so that he could merely let others tell of their problems, not let him focus on his own. Kept himself busy, so that he would not relapse into his own downhill spiral.
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Post by kallisto on Jan 31, 2007 0:47:47 GMT
» Reluctance was something that Aeron had always been known for. She had this reluctant side to her especially after everything that had happened not long ago. She tried to make herself relax even for a moment, but she just couldn't. She leaned her head back against the tree, but then her head came back to normal position when the man began to speak to her, trying to speak to her anyway. She obviously assumed from what he said that he was probably in some kind of job in the medical field just by the way he looked at her and her arm and just what questions he asked her. She moved slightly, she couldn't bear the touch of another man again it seemed right now. Maybe it was just because she was in shock from everything? So traumatised perhaps.
» She suddenly got up when he introduced himself to her. She was scared now, though it seemed to be that he was trying to coax her, gentle her so to say. "I haven't let anyone look at my arm. I would go to a hospital, but I can't afford the bills and don't have insurance for that type of thing." she said, speaking hesitantly. Her legs seemed to lock up slightly as she stood, but she eventually sat back down as he seemed to be trying to lure her and let him look at her arm. She let her arm moved toward him and she slowly nodded toward him as to say just look at it and be done with it. Her eyes glowed with the fear and the shock she was in at the moment. "I-I'm Aeron by the way. Aeron Cohen." she told him. She watched him closely, but then began to loosen up a little.
» A while passed and she looked at him gently. More gently than before. She gave a soft sigh as she then opened her mouth to speak. "It was my boyfriend who did this to me all because of the baby. He said we couldn't afford a baby right now but it was him who had gotten me this way in the first place. He tried to wack me with a baseball and well, I tried to protect myself by covering my bump and so, that's how my arm came to be now." she told him. She told him everything about what happened betwen him and Andy and then now.
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