she's so gone , -max

[abrielle elaine worthy]

It was amazing to her how people could be such assholes to a person that never did a thing to them. She didn't even do anything to him, but he decided to mock her; mock the reason that she was here and make her cry. As he backed her into a wall, she automatically felt herself lose her breath before she let a whisper fall from her lips, "Please, just leave me alone." His hot breath tickling her skin as his taunting words fell from his lips. Daring her to do something, saying it was alright, that he wasn't scary. What a fucking lie. She had to look anywhere but him, before eventually she had enough and she pushed the boy out of her way and ran away from him. Her fear had grown worse as days went on. With everything that Aleksei put into her mind, it only made her days worse. It was harder to go into her classes and not freak out, not losing her breath, or anything of that sort.

Running outside of the school, she looked around to see where she could go to be alone. She didn't really care, she just didn't want people to see her like this. Wiping the tears from her face, she ran towards the gardens, knowing there had to be a place where people wouldn't see her. She could blame this all on her ex boyfriend, she should have listened to her brother. Just the thought of the person she missed the most, made the tears fall from her eyes faster. She downcast her eyes when people past her, most of them taking a second look at her when they noticed how badly she was crying. She didn't like the fact that her fear was so obvious to people now. She couldn't stand to be near a person of the opposite sex for more than just a few minutes, she always felt like they were going to do something to hurt her. Mainly because, that's what has happened to her so far.

Finally, Abrielle made it to the gardens, and her blue/green eyes looked around for a moment, before she found what looked like would be a pretty secluded place. She pushed away some of a rose bush, before sitting down on the green grass, letting the tears freely fall. She looked up for a moment and looked around at the rose bushes that surrounded her, before picking a red rose off of one of the bushes and twirling it around in her fingers. It only brought back a memory of her brother, how he would always surprise her with red roses, making the tears fall again. She quickly wiped them away, before lifting the rose up to her nose and smelling in the sweet scent. It made her smile for a short moment, before the emotions of fear and sadness overtook her. She couldn't even gain her breath back from the scary encounter, that's how bad it was for her. It was amazing what a boy could do to her..

words: five hundred and twenty three
outfit: click!
tag: max
notes: I just kind of rambled.. ha.

[maxwell ralph sheppard]

max had pretty much been nonexistent for awhile. there wasn't really any reasoning for it, other than being stuck with frequently too happy phone calls from his practically heartless mother. apparently she was getting remarried to some wacko who obviously doesn't care if he's going to not get any intimacy. cause intimate and his mother, far from the same category and intimacy was never in her vocabulary. hell loving mother wasn't in it either. she was calling to tell him that he needed to get out of his place so he can be the best man at her wedding, and it'd look horrible if her only son didn't show up. then again, he usually gave little shits to what his mother cared or wanted. plus he didn't want to just leave and go back to his shit hole of a mother and fucked up life. this place was hell of a better option until he could graduate and be shipped off to wherever the hell he pleases.

no, he had decided to tell his mother to go to hell, or well nicer of course. but still, he knew his mother and there will be hell to pay for telling her no, and he'd rather deal with that in peace. which was one of the reasons he had come to the garden. to call his crap fuck of a mother. dialing her number without even thinking he put it to his ear and let it ring, hearing her cold calculating voice, that sounded almost like his, with just a more feminine touch. hell at least he knows who he got his personality from, sure wasn't his party hardy dead beat father. "maxwell, i'm so glad you called. i needed to speak with you about...," he let her go one about something or other about the wedding but finally getting sick of it he interrupted her. "mother i had called to tell you i'm not going to the wedding." sensing the next thing he quickly closed his phone and shoved it in his pocket.

about to get ready to leave he spotted his little grasshopper hurrying over to a spot out of his site. deciding she might be a lot more fun then anyone else he could of ran into, he followed her, at least until he realized that he saw tears falling from her face. stopping in his tracks he watched as she wiped her face, and taking a rose. frowning slightly, he couldn't stand seeing a woman cry. maybe due to the fact that he was raised by a woman who wouldn't cry if her only son died, or she found out she was going to die. no, he didn't know how to deal with crying woman, and that caused him to feel uncomfortable and not in control. and he hates feeling out of control.

walking closer, he pulled the tissues he kept in his pocket and tossed them to the ground in front of her,"here elle." sitting himself right down next to her, he leaned back and looked up at the sky, trying to contemplate how to make her feel better, and frowned at the fact that he knows nothing about woman. though he remembered something, from somewhere, maybe one of his ex's or something. they said that woman liked to talk about things, and liked when men listened. 'that couldn't be that hard,' he thought to himself before turning to abrielle, "do you want to talk about it?" surprisingly he actually wanted her to say yes.

tags: krista with abrielle
words: six hundred and nine
outfit: here
notes: psh

[abrielle elaine worthy]

abrielle tried to hush her crying, not wanting anyone to hear her. she really didn't know why she was freaking out so bad. it wasn't like the boy actually did anything to her, just messed around with her emotions. but, it wasn't only that. her mind was reeling with memories of aleksei, her brother, her ex-boyfriend.. it was hard for her to handle at the moment. she had tried not to think of the three things for some time, but it just didn't seem to be working out for her the way that she wanted it to. it was making her frustrated with herself, she couldn't believe that she was putting herself through this, but she just didn't know how to handle it. she definitely didn't want to go to the counselors for help, either.

her eyes shot up from where they were looking at the green grass, to see someone of the opposite sex that she just could not put up with at this moment. not only because she couldn't handle having a guy around her, but because he liked to annoy her. and she obviously wasn't in the right state of mind to be teased. she began to lose her breath, but she tried not to show it to him. if he knew her fears, what would he think. she just looked away from him right when they made eye contact. though, he did something that she didn't really expect.

the young girl quickly picked up a tissue and began wiping at her eyes, trying to get all the running make up off of her face. all the while, she kept her eyes on the ground. her hands were beginning to shake and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. it was harder than it seemed not to show her fear. when she noticed that she needed a new tissue, she quietly placed the used one down on the opposite side of her and took another one, trying to catch the falling tears that were going down her cheeks at a rapid pace. oh, how she wished she could grab ahold of her herself, but her nerves were out of wack, her mind was reeling.. she couldn't think straight. when the deep voice of max spoke up again, she allowed herself to look over at him with a surprised look, before she looked back down at the ground and shook her head, "it's a long, complicated story, max," she said, quietly. it would have to go all the way back to her former boyfriend, would she be able to handle it?


word: four hundred fifty two
outfit: in former post
tag: max
notes: not the best, but it'll do for now.

[maxwell ralph sheppard]

max hadn't expected her to take his presence there with a happy attitude, no he had hoped maybe she'd get angry and stop being sad. obviously it didn't, and she seemed to get even more upset and that just confused him more. he kept his eyes on the grass in front of him, hoping that if he seemed less interested in her story she'd feel a little better. maybe it was his curiosity that caused her to blunder and be upset, maybe it was just his presence. maybe she did hate him that much, to cry even more when he just sat beside her.

frowning as she kept taking more and more tissues, he sprawled across the grass, moving his arms to prop up his head and turned it towards her finally. seeing all the tears, and the tissues, it made him want to punch whoever made this usually what seemed pretty happy girl cry like this, even if that person was him. he didn't want to punch anyone, and he especially didn't want to have these feelings over some girl, some stupid girl who would just get tossed away. but maybe this time it was different, hell now. max wasn't planning on changing, this girl was the same as always, piss off, throw away, the end. yet, he couldn't do either of that, if she was crying all the damn time. so he had to stop it, didn't he? yes he did. finally sitting up, he turned towards her again, taking the tissues and wiping a falling tear from her eyes.

"okay, we don't have to talk about it. but what we do have to do..." he let his voice trail off, both to make it seem like he was being thoughtful and that he really did need to think this one through. what would they do? how was he going to keep this girl from being upset, keep her from doing something stupid. he didn't know, but he had to, he knew that. "we will find something to keep your mind off of whatever is bothering you," he said finally. now the only problem, was what would that be, hopefully she'd give him an answer to that, if not, he'd improvise.

words: three hundred eighty seven
outfit: in previous post
tags: krista with abrielle
notes: nada