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Post by KIERAN EMERY GALLOWAY on May 5, 2013 21:12:35 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/1727/90220763.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #221e1d solid 30px; ]The kids are disco dancing  WORDS 463 ▫ OUTFIT CLICK ▫ TAGGED OPEN ▫ NOTES poor kier ever since kieran started dancing and singing, spiking his hair up a certain way, and hanging around kitto more often, he'd been bullied. "gay" and "faggot" were thrown at him constantly just because he walked and talked a certain way. that didn't make each new incident easier than the last, and kieran was forced to hold back a glob of tears as he was shoved into the men's bathroom at videlict academy.
most of the time, school was good. kieran was pretty intelligent, an besides his weird mixed accent of american and english, there wasn't many things people commented on. his teachers liked him, and without the constriction of his parents kieran was able to go to dance and singing lessons after his classes. he spent most of his leftover time hanging out with his two best friends, another things that he was laughed at about. kieran, kitto, and elijah were a tight group of three boys that enjoyed each other's presence. they were all overly kind and harmless people. that didn't make getting beat up any less likely.
the rim of the toilet was ice cold against the boy's thin neck as it was pressed against it by the senior boys who often chose kieran as their willing victim. after years of abuse by his father, there was no life left in him. it was coming to the point that kier didn't care. that didn't make tears any easier to hold back.
kieran's drenched head was flung from the toilet seat, as the three laughing boys lifted him from the stall and threw him up against the cold tile wall. the biggest bully's fists were like stones crushing the junior's gut, pounding like a bass drum. his boy lay limp and frail as the two smaller boys held his arms and he took the beating. his tears were no longer able to be held back, and he let them lose. why had they chosen him? kieran had never hurt anyone like they had hurt him. he prayed every night before he went to sleep. he loved god. so why did he believe that god hated him?
the two younger boys spat on him as they walked away. maybe you should crawl back into the toilet where you belong, faggot! the words stung like they always did. kieran slid down to the ground and pounded his head against the wall. his limp hands fought to place themselves on his stomach, then up to his face that had been punched a few times. blood dripped from his nose. how did these kids get away with beating up on him like it was no crime at all? tears dripped down kieran's cheeks as he let his hands fall to the solid tile on the ground.
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Post by elijah matthew hollis on May 6, 2013 21:04:14 GMT -5
[style=height:5px;] [/style][style=height:5px;] when everything's meant to be broken
i just want you to know who i am [/style][style=width:450px; height:300px; background-color:#423F43; text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:12px; color:6d6d6d; padding:8px; overflow:auto;]Eli whistled as he walked down one of the many long hallways of Videlict Academy. This place had become home to him, as strange as it was. He felt more comfortable here than he ever did in his childhood house. Even now that his father was long gone, he didn’t feel safe in any part of that place. He veered to the left, coming down yet another corridor, though now he had a destination. Passing by a group of jerks, guys who bullied him and his small group of friends on a fairly regular basis, he tucked himself close to the wall, hoping they wouldn’t bother with him today. They high-fived and laughed, unconcerned with the boy pressed to the wall, making Eli sigh in relief.
He pulled a quick right, pushing the men’s room door open, stopping short. Straining to listen, he heard a faint pounding against something, and he scrunching his eyebrows up. The sound made him curious, so he continued in, peering around the corner. Nobody. He raised an eyebrow this time, growing more concerned, since the banging had ceased. He tapped the door of each stall, watching as they opened and revealed their emptiness. Coming on the end, he gave the door to the second last stall a light push, and felt as it hit against something substantial.
Cursing himself for getting in to this situation, he slid in through the half-opened doorway, until a person was visible. Sighing and looking down, he realized that he recognized the face. It was Kieran. Eli felt a bubble of anger form in his chest, and though he tried his best to force it back down, it got the better of him after just a few seconds. He’d had a nasty temper since he was a young teenager, and he hated letting it get the better of him, because it made him feel like his father. This time, though, he convinced himself it was different. This time he was protecting someone, not hurting them.
Holding up one finger to Kieran, he slipped silently from the stall. These boys couldn’t have gone far, and he was certain of that much.
Within no more than ten minutes, the men’s room door swung back open, and Eli took no time to click the lock behind him. His left eye was already beginning to swell, and at least two of the four knuckles on his right hand felt dislocated, but he was smiling as he pushed through the stall door with a handful of paper towels. Taking his place on the edge of the toilet seat, he took Kieran’s chin in one hand and wiped the blood streaming from his nose away with some paper towel in the other. Wordlessly, he wiped and cleaned, until his friend’s swollen nose was clean and dry. He ran two fingers over it, cringing, and mumbled. Shit, Kier, this feels broken.
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Post by KIERAN EMERY GALLOWAY on May 13, 2013 22:50:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/1727/90220763.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #221e1d solid 30px; ]The kids are disco dancing WORDS no ▫ OUTFIT CLICK ▫ TAGGED OPEN ▫ NOTES poor kier getting beat up wasn't an every day occurrence for kieran, but when it did happen, it was bad enough to last for the next event. the hard part was that kier did not have the self confidence to actually talk to someone about it. maybe it wasn't quite that - it was the fact that he knew if somehow he had to leave videlict, he would end up back home. home meant no friends to keep his sanity and more of his father's beatings. any beating from a teenager was manageable, but those weren't. through all the bruises and the occasional broke rib, kieran still found joy in some things in his life that made them worth while. it didn't take long for kieran to realize that videlict was just the same as any other school, and it didn't take long for him to know that life was never going to get much easier no matter how good of a person he tried to be. nothing was going to change - no one was going to save him. after a while, it became pointless to fight back. fighting back almost made the bullies hunger for his pain more.
as the stall opened, more tears started falling down the boy's face as he pathetically looked up at one of his best friends. no one could save him. even though kieran had been hurt, he did not want the other boys to suffer back. the bible told him to love his enemies, and that was how he lived. before he could press out a strained n-n-no, eli was bubbling with anger and out of the door. he knew that there was no stopping elijah. that was one of his best and worst qualities, but even his attempt to redeem what the boys had done relieved kieran. he still had two amazing friends that would risk their health for him and that meant more than anything in the world.
by the time his friend pushed back through the bathroom stall, kieran had fallen nearly unconscious. his eyes rolled forward slowly and he let them slip to elijah's knuckles. are, are t-they okay? was all the boy could say before he closed his eyes again and groaned in pain. kieran cringed gently as eli wiped his nose. the pain was bad, but not the worst. he clenched his fists at what his friend said. great, how am - how am i going to explain that to dad. kier's voice cracked as he called him that name. he didn't deserve to be the father of any children.
kieran let his eyes shift back to elijah's bruised and swollen knuckles, moving his thin fingers and letting them roll over them softly. you didn't have to - the boy didn't finish. there was no need to say what he was going to because the deed was already done. thanks el. was all he could say before he started sobbing lightly. his ribs hurt even worse when he did this, almost making him want to cry even more.
kieran hated being a burden to his friends, but nowadays, he felt like a responsibility for everyone around him.
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