Hanging By A Thread Again [Ty]

[nathaniel shane thomas]

Nathaniel stared blankly at the screen in front of him, barely able to take any of it in. His eyes were half closed and his hand clicked lazily on his mouse. He had checked his e-mails and cleared out his inbox. There wasn’t a single one to reply to but that hardly bothered him. The sixteen year old was used to being alone for the most part, even in the cyber world.

He moved slowly and was a little tired but that had nothing to do with the time at all. In fact, it was still fairly early. At 4pm, he was already half-asleep, but then he had been all day. It wasn’t that he was actually tired, it was just that the doctors had put him on some new medication and the dose was clearly too high.

He decided they would realize it soon even and rectify the over sight. He trusted them enough, despite not wanting to talk to them about his problems. Taking a deep breath when he realize he had actually forgotten to do so for too long, Nathaniel continued to stare at the screen where nothing happened.

Closing the window after logging out, Nathaniel had moved to open AIM and log into his account. Unfortunately, the minutes went by quickly and the screen stayed devoid of activity. There wasn’t so much as a message or a blinking window. There was nothing.

Nathaniel wasn’t surprised by the lack of conversation though. He didn’t have too many people on the list and he didn’t actually know most of them. He hadn’t met them in real life because that would just be too hard.

The soft humming of the CPU hardly helped the boy who was already so out of it. It was softly lulling him to sleep. His eyes felt heavy and he was tempted to just close them.. Just for a moment, but the sound of the door opening caused him to turn and look up. Finding a boy entering the lab, Nathaniel blinked at him and stared on with that blank look that was clearly the result of the drugs he was on. He even forgot to look away.

[ty]

Ty sighed. He wanted to spend some time on the internet for a while. His laptop was acting up, and he was having someone fix it for him. Of course he was paying them for it. He sighed. It was cold out and he didn’t want to walk to the school part of the ‘campus’ to use their computers, but he had heard that they were the only ones so he really had no choice.

As he walked in he saw another person sitting at one of the other computers. He signed onto one of them and stared at the desktop. What was he going to do? He wasn’t fully sure. He had been here for a while, but the only people he had on any of his messengers were all friends from parties, or the gang.

The second he would sign on he would get bombarded with IM’s asking him where he went off to. Of course he didn’t want to be in this hell hole, but he really had no choice. Although he wondered what the other boy was doing. As she just signed off he walked over to where he was and sat on a desk behind him.

”What are you up to?” he asked. He hoped that the kid wasn’t too high to respond. Given that when he entered the room he had a blank stare on his face and never looked away. Had to be some type of really good high to get that bad, or maybe he was just coming off of one. Either way, he wanted to know what was up.

WORDS ;; 300ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; Nathaniel
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;; it sshit ><

[nathaniel shane thomas]

The anxiety medication he was on was suppose to lower his brain activity thus allowing him to stress less because he won't think as much and worry as much as he otherwise would have but having the dosage adjusted was messing with his head more than he liked. Fortunately, he was too relaxed to think about it or even really care.

After a moment of what could only be described as a 'mindless zombie stare', Nathaniel turned back to the computer. The only thing left open was AIM and it just sat there staring at him, with only three people online and no one actually talking to him, Nathaniel was really staring to feel too drugged out to care. He couldn't think very coherent thoughts and he certainly couldn't think of how this was a bad thing.

Nathaniel turned lazily in his chair to look at the stranger. He didn't even care how close the guy was and in all honesty, he would probably barely react if the guy were to place a hand on his should or something. Nathaniel couldn't even think to react to that.

Nathaniel turned back to his screen as though the guy's words had reminded him of something he forgot was even there. He stared blankly at the screen for a moment while he processed the words, "Nothin," he told him.

"No one's talkin to me," he told the guy, as he turned back around to talk to him. Nathaniel was starting to feel real sleepy but at least he could speak, even if it took a second longer than it otherwise would have. Looking at where the guy stood, Nathaniel realized how close he was, definitely in his little buffer space that he kept between himself and others but he didn't even mind which was great. "You're standing really close," he pointed out, unable to think enough to realize that this would probably sound really weird to the guy who would have no idea why this was even significant.

[ty]

Ty watched as the kid seemed not there. Well, physically the kid was there, but mentally, it didn’t seem so. He seemed extremely high. Ty remembered those times. After a great gang fight they would all go party all night long. Getting high and drunk was the highlight of those nights. Along with some healing wounds. Ty couldn’t say that he missed those days, but he also couldn’t say that he hated them.

The partying was great, the fighting was alright, a good way to get your anger out, but hell, the wounds were a bitch to heal. Some say that was why he belonged in the gang. He had been in it so long that he had seen multiple initiations, and had been a part of a few. There were a few different initiations, but they were all the same in his books. The girls were the more interesting ones, whether they chose the gang bang or the fighting was up to them. Whoever participated was up to Ty and the leaders. Alright, so he had made his way up the ranks pretty easily in the gang, but mostly it came from time.

When he said that no one was talking to him he looked at the screen. Three people online. That was why no one was talking to him, there weren’t many to talk to. But he wasn’t one to argue, he had gotten on the computer and shut it off almost just as fast. He didn’t want to talk to the gang leader and try to explain why he went missing for two months so far. And that he probably wouldn’t be back. He had promised Willow that he would actually leave the gang, fully and for good. Although some people argue that there is no way in hell to ever leave a gang, well he bet that going missing for a few months and not returning home would do it.

Yes, he would have to start over with Willow, and hopefully Alex. Lillian would have to accept her family back. That would be a difficult one for her to do, and if she could, then they become a family again, if not, he didn’t want her around. Hell, with his memory loss and shit from the gang barely there, only what Willow told him would be difficult. “Ummm if you want to talk to someone why not say something first?” he suggested. It was kinda normal if you wanted to talk that you start talking with someone.

WORDS ;; 400ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; Nathaniel
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;; sorry i kinda rambled.

[nathaniel shane thomas]

Nathaniel stared at the guy for a moment. Damn him for making sense. Were it any other time, this wouldn't have happened but right now, Nathaniel was unable to pay too much attention to anything.

"I don't like talking to people," he told the guy. Great, he can just go ahead and sound even crazier. Why would he have it open if he didn't want to talk to them.. Because he had nothing better to do that's why.

"Don't like when they get too close," he said, quietly looking back at the screen and sinking back in his seat. Physically the two were really close but Nathaniel was a bit too unfocused to really notice it.

It seemed odd to say that he didn't like people getting to close when he seemed perfectly fine with it right now but considering he was anti-anxiety medication, this was pretty much the ideal results. It was just proof that it was working.

He still didn't like being close to a stranger but he couldn't find it in him to move away or even say it out loud. He knew he didn't like it or at least that he wasn't suppose to but he was tired and he just wasn't reacting to it in the same way.

[ty]

Ty looked at him and thought for a second. He didn’t like talking to people? That was weird. Everyone had to talk to people, but its not like they had to talk to everyone, but social interaction was rather important. Since of course interaction is what kept most people sane. Although it could be just the opposite for him.

Ty shook his head when he said that he didn’t like them getting too close. He understood that part, the gang had taught him that. You were supposed to build a barrier and block your emotions well. But of course he hadn’t done that when they raped Willow. He tried stopping them that time, and he was still paying for it.

Ty did pick something up. The kid was rather spaced out. He didn’t seem to be in his own head. Was it drugs? He wasn’t sure. Many people were here for assorted drug use. Most having multiple problems associated with the drugs. Like partying, sex, and alcohol. None of them really ended well.

WORDS ;; 200ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; Nathaniel
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;; sorry its shit

[nathaniel shane thomas]

Nathaniel knew that telling him anything wasn't necessary. He could have gone without giving him all that much information but it was too late now. Usually, he would just leave it be and stay quiet but right now the medication was messing with his brain and this was the effect it had on him. He couldn't think things through too thoroughly and he couldn't find a way to care too much about it either.

The guy was almost too quiet. He wasn't saying a word and despite his new chilled out appearance, Nathaniel found he was starting to get a little self-conscious. What was he thinking about all this. He probably just thought that Nathaniel was crazy and on drugs.. Hang on, that was probably it. It felt different enough to know that others would no doubt catch on to the fact that something wasn't right.

"I'm not usually like this," he assured him. "The changed my medication.. I think they're giving me too much," he admitted with a frown, looking like a sad little puppy. Nathaniel didn't like it messing with his head, though with the fact that he wasn't so paranoid or afraid right now, maybe if they lowered the dosage and found some happy medium then things might be better.