a standard sunday morning (jacob)

[dawn]

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can't take away this feeling

Every saturday, Dawn woke up at the crack of dawn to prepare herself for the long morning that would be ahead of her. On Friday she would go to bed early, in summer at about seven o'clock, because the sun rose so much early in those months. She would take a quick shower and change into an outfit, today it was just a brightly coloured t-shirt and some shorts. Her breakfast would be small, just a bowl of cereal or some toast, and then she would put on a pair of sneakers, grab her skintight gloves and a handful of garbage bags, and she would be off. She would spend the entire morning cleaning up the outdoor parts of Trenton, like she had done each weekend since she was in seventh grade. Five years now. How they had flown by so quickly.

Dawn started on the main street, picking up any trash she found on the ground and placing it in either a black garbage bag, or a blue one. Everything in the black bag would be thrown into the garbage later, and anything in the blue bag would be placed in her blue box at home, where it would get picked up and recycled into new products. She didn't understand why no one recycled, it was so important to take care of their evironment. But she didn't waste too much time with those thoughts, because she knew no one cared about the environment like she did in Trenton. They still drove cars and ruined the ozone layer. They didn't think that their great grandchildren would be living in a land of brown, if they got to live at all. None of them gave a shit about what she cared about, so she just tucked the thoughts in the back of her mind while she skipped down the street, only stopping to pick up the trash.

Because she did this every weekend, not much garbage managed to get onto the ground. The first time she had done it, it took her an entire day to cover main street, the park, the school field and the area around the school. Now, it would only take her until about noon. Then she would have the rest of the day to do whatever she desired.

Time flew by, and after what seemed like only a couple minutes, it was actually four hours later, and she was in her final destination. Jacob's park. It was by far always the dirtiest place on her route, whih was why she usually stopped at home and picked up more bags before coming. There were six garbage can to sort through, and the ground was horribly littered on. She blamed the teenagers that came at night to drink here. The least they could do was recycle their beer cans, or return them to the store they were bought at, to recieve a ten cent thank you. She walked over near the swings and began collecting the litter, sorting it into the correct bags. She paused every couple minutes to wpe sweat from her face, it was a hot day, even if it was only morning.

She walked on, staring at the ground and not paying attention to what was in front of her. She should have expected that she would run into something, she was a clumsy person. But she didn't expect the pole that she ran headfirst into. She stumbled, falling to the ground. Her garbage bags flew out of her hands, and all the litter she had collected in the past ten minutes spilled out, scattering on the ground. "Ow!" Dawn said simply, raising a hand to touch her forehead, wich was aching painfully. Tears came to her eyes and she blinked to keep them from falling, even though no one was there. This was a severe waste of time. She had to get back to work before people came. They would litter more if they saw she was here picking up their garbage, because watching her struggle was amusing to them. She stood back up shakingly and began collecting the garbage that hand spilled, wincing. This was going to take a long time now.

NOTES !?! woohoo.
CREDIT !?! MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! caution 2.0

[jacob dylan hart]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

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Jacob had woken up around four am, and really hadn't been able to go back to sleep, which really sucked cause he needed his sleep. He finally dragged himself out of bed around ten and went to take a shower. He spent a good twenty minutes getting clean, even though he did take a shower the night before. He was weird like that, and liked to take showers. His mother had a case today, and his father was overseas, so he was alone when he got up. But he was use to that. He was so sure that his mother knew that he smoked in the house when he wasn't around. He wasn't one of those kids that did things that they weren't suppose to you when no one was home. no. He never had anyone home after his father went off to war. And his big brother wasn't even around anymore. He saved Jacob's life, at the cost of his own.

Jacob turned the water off and went back into his room. He pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and a to write love on her arms shirt. He pulled on more rubber bracelets, to hide the fresh cuts from the night before. He was a very depressed kid, but tried to never show it. He had promised Xavier that he would try to get better after Xavier had caught him wrapping up his wrist one night. His brother had been so upset at him, it wasn't even that he was mad, he was shocked more then anything. He pulled out a cigarette from the bedside table and a light blue lighter that he had. He stuck the cigarette in his month and lit it with the lighter before putting the lighter in his pocket along with his phone, the pack of cigarettes and his iPod.

Jacob walked around with the cigarette in hie mouth, and really wasn't even that hungry. Which was probably why he was so skinny. He never liked to eat. He was just this kid who lived with his mother, who was never home, and his father was fighting for the country. He walked around the house for while, and then pulled his converse on, and walked out of the house. He had left the cigarette that was in his mouth at home, in the ashtray that he had on the counter. Granted, his mother always was yelling at him to put that away at least if there was company, but he never did. He wasn't the kid she thought he was. Jacob walked out of the house and down the street. He wasn't in the mood to tart his car and go anywhere. The town was small enough to walk to some places anyway, so it didn't really matter.

He walked into the park and just sort of kicked his feet around. No one was here that he could see, so he was alright. Then again, it wasn't like people really noticed that there was something wrong with him. He didn't want them too. That was why he hid all the cuts on his arms with bracelets now, usually it was long sleeves when it wasn't the summer. He never wanted people to know that he cut himself. He tried to get better just before the crash, and afterwords, it just got worse. Kids teased him about the burns that he had, and they mad fun of his brother. That's what hurt. His brother saved his life, and he wish he didn't. Granted, his brother probably saw all that Jacob was but threw now, but when he was alive he didn't know.

Jacob jumped a bit when he heard an ow and watched a girl fall. That looked like it hurt. He wasn't sure if he should go over there and make sure she was okay, or just leave her alone. All the trash that she probably had been picking up was now everywhere. He stood there, a good five, six feet from her. Just watching her. He wasn't sure if she was okay or not, but he was sure that she looked like one of the girls that always was teasing him. Then again, mot of the guys in school literally pushed him around, they pushed him into lockers and he would end up with bruise. Chewing on his lip slightly, he took a little leap of faith and said ”Um. Are you okay?” he asked softly. He wasn't sure she had heard him or not, but he really didn't want to ask her again.

(TAG ?!)dawn
(WORDS ?!)763
(WEARING ?!) hereclickyhere!!
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!) this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.

[dawn]

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can't take away this feeling

The throbbing in her head was almost unbearable, and Dawn kept having to pause in her cleaning to stand and blink away the black dots that were appearing in front of her eyes. When she glanced around and saw how much more of the park she had to cover, she sighed. It was already eleven o'clock, and she still had a large amount of garbage to pick up, plus her head hurt. Most people would hae quit by now, giving up on the pickup after smashing into a pole, but this was her dream that was on the line. If she stopped cleaning today, she might not ever do it again. Then her work would never be recognized, she would never get anywhere in the world of making the earth a greener place, and the scholarship she had won to college would be taken away. So she continued going, blinking tears back from her eyes with a furious determination. She was never one to give up.

After a few moments, Dawn paused, listening around her. She thought she had heard something, a voice. That wasn't right, no one ever came to the park before noon. Most of the parents with children respected the fact that he cleaned during this time, and waited until after lunch to come wit their kids to play. The teenagers would only come at night, so she never had to worry about them. But someone was obviously there, because she had heard the soft voice. She hadn't been able to make out exactly what the words had been, but the tone had sounded male, and it seemed that he had asked her a question. She glanced up, looking around the park, searching for the mysterious person the voice belonged to.

He was a couple feet away from her, and he was gorgeous. Once she caught sight of him through the corner of her eye, she glanced away, making it seem like she hadn't seen him quite yet. She pretended to continue to look around, rubbing her eyes furiously, trying to get the moisture away. Boys never bothered with her, because she was apparently a weird freak who walked around picking up garbage. It wasn't her fault she enjoyed seeing a beautiful trash free area. Why was she punished for caring about the home that no one else cared about? The few dates she had been on had been with boys who weren't from Trenton, tourists who didn't know about her environmental saving spree when they asked her out. Every single one of them had dumped her, meanly at that, once they heard she spent her Saturday mornings knee deep in trash. It wasn't fair.

Once she was sure the moisture was gone from her eyes, she glanced back to where the boy was standing. She let a small smile grace her lips, nodding to him uncertainly. She wasn't exactly sure what to say to him, since she hadn't heard the actual words that had come out of his mouth. Maybe she had just imagine them, and the mysterious, dark haired boy who seemed to be watching her hadn't spoke at all. Was it her intuition that had made it seem like he had spoken, to let her know that he was there? Maybe it was a sign. Or, maybe she was over reacting again. Most likely that. He had probably been making fun of her the entire time, laughing when she ran ito a pole. Cute guys usually did that. Even nerds laughed at her. She didn't have a chance at being popular in this town full of dumbasses. She barely even had a friend. The people she associated with couldn't exactly be classified as friends. They were just people she talked to.

Dawn realized she was staring and glanced down quickly. She was nervous and she had the urge to bite her nails, so she occupied her hands with getting the black skin tight gloves off her hands, to busy them. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. What did you say?" she asked, loudly. She didn't speak at the loud tone she did on purpose, but her voice was like that. Most likely because of all the protests and speeches she had done early on in life. She was so thankful that she had learned about the terrible environmental crisis at such a young age. Where would she be now if she hadn't? A bitch? A slut? An annoying cheerleader? Who could guess?

NOTES !?! woohoo.
CREDIT !?! MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! caution 2.0

[jacob dylan hart]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

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Jacob really wasn't sure that she had heard him after she didn't answer him about if she was okay or not. He was a very quiet, and didn't really like loud things. He didn't go to concerts because it was loud, and he didn't like how many people were there. He didn't like people at all. They always made fun of him no matter what he did. He was sure she hadn't heard him until she looked up and looked around. He instantly looked down at his feet. He wasn't sure if she would say anything, and he hoped that she didn't, and just ignored him. So then he could walk away and be by himself like usual. He was always alone. He never had a girlfriend, never had his first kiss, and he was sixteen. That was rather sad. You would think someone who looked like him would have a lot of girls all over him, but he hid from everyone. He didn't like the attention. He was terrified of people.

He stared at his feet, hoping to god that she went back to whatever she was doing and realized it was the kid that never actually talked to anyone and just ignored him. That's what everyone else did. Well, some people were shocked, and always thought that he didn't actually have a voice, like he was a mute or something like that. Which was not the case. He just didn't want to talk, because he didn't like people. The same people he knew always made fun of him, and when he had the crash and spent the week in a coma, no one even knew. No one knew that he wasn't in the school til the teachers asked him, and he had to explain that he was in the hospital and that his brother died in the crash and Jacob was in a coma because of his burns. He never let anyone see his burns if he could help it. Only in gym glass in the locker rooms would the guys see his back and they would make fun of him for it.

He ran his fingers threw his black hair and looked up at her as she looked at him, which only caused him to look back down and hid his face from her. His black hair fell down and hid his face from her and he wasn't sure what to say. They had just been standing there akwardly. He heard her ask what he said loudly and he jumped a little, jumping back a good six inches and looking at her with hue bright blue eyes. He's eyes weren't actually that large, and when he got scared he would jump and his eyes would go huge. He looked at her and looked back down. ”I..um...asked if you were..um...okay...cause you hit your head on the metal pole..” he said, barely looking at her. He didn't like people, and it was showing a lot more as the moments dragged on. He stuffed his hands into his skinny jeans and pulled out the lighter. He flicked it a few times and the flame lit up for a bit, then went out, and he didn't that again. He was trying to make it less awkward for himself, but didn't seem to be working to well.

He looked up at her for a moment, and he was sure for a moment that she was in one of his classes, and he sat behind her or something, He always sat in the back, and was never noticed, not asked anything from the teachers, because they knew he would talk. He never liked to talk, he never would. He hated talking in front of people. He always stuttered horribly when they had to do oral reports and he would look at the teacher like can-i-please-go-sit-down-i-hate-this-more-then-you-will-ever-know and he would just sneak to the back of the classroom and stay there. He hated people. He looked at the girl, she would have to know who he was. He was always made fun off. And two years ago he was the butt end of jokes, he was all everyone ever made fun off. He put his hand behind his back, knowing that some how his cuts were not covered and he was just hiding them from her. He didn't want anyone to know. Ever.

(TAG ?!)dawn
(WORDS ?!)728
(WEARING ?!) hereclickyhere!!
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!) this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.

[dawn]

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can't take away this feeling

When the boy noticed that she had seen him, he looked down at the ground, his black hair covering his face. Dawn made a quiet, disapproving noise that he probably couldn't hear because of the distance between them. She hated it when people didn't look at her when they were having a conversation. She liked to be able to see the person's eyes when they were speaking, mainly because then she could tell if they were telling her the truth. If there was something she hated just as much as the destruction of their planet, it was liars. They annoyed her, and she hated them. So she quirked her head to the left side, in an attempt to see through his dark hair, to see his eyes. She wondered what colour they were. Blue, blue would look good on him. Or an emerald green. Even brown, chocolate brown would be interesting, although it would make him look fairly dark. Maybe hazel. It was a mixture of all of them, and they could be quite interesting. Always different, always unique. Dawn wished she had hazel eyes, instead of her plain ones. they were so boring. She liked to be different, interesting. Maybe if she had pretty eyes, like other girls, boys would notice her. She wanted to experience a first kiss before she was thirty, and so far, those odds were not looking good.

Dawn wondered if she knew this boy from school. At first, his appearance had seemed new to her, but the longer she spent studying him, the more she began thinking she had a class with him. But wouldn't she know his name then, or at least something about him? She usually noticed everyone around her, because she looked to see how they reacted to her, in search of someone at her school who wouldn't treat her meanly. But, he did seem quiet and shy, so maybe he was a person who hid from the world. She didn't understand people like that. What kind of life was that, never doing anything fun and retracting from people? She enjoyed experiencing everything she possibly could. She dreamed of travelling, of doing extreme sports, of becoming immortal just so she could have hundreds of years to discover new things about the world. People told her she dreamed big, and tha it wouldn't come true. She knew that, but it was still fun to dream anyway. It gave her a warm feeing inside, thinking that one day, everything would be perfect. So far, it had been nothing near good. But life would change one day, right? It couldn't stay negative forever.

Dawn smiled when he jumped, and she knew then that he was definitely not a people person. She would have to work with this one, to make him have a decent coversation with her. When he looked up at her with huge blue eyes, she giggled, the fact that she had surprised him amuse her, most likely because he looked adorable. 'Almost like a child...' she mused in her mind, and she giggled once again. Her own thoughts often made her laugh, and people looked at her weird. Often, she would claim she had an imaginary friend, just to get a kick out of the strange looks on ther faces. Apparently, imaginary friends were weirder than laughing at your own thoughts.

When he spoke, it clicked in her mind who he was. That kid in one of her classes, although she couldn't recall which one, who never spoke. Rumors floated around about a tragedy in his family, but she didn't know what to believe. Often the rumors were wrong. Like the one about her being an alien. That one was just so unrealistic and stupid. She blushed slightly, when he mentioned her fall. So he had seen that? Very embarassing. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to think of a response that wouldn't make her seem like a complete liar. "It did hurt quite a bit, but I think I'm okay." she replied, and then she bounded forward a couple steps, to make the distance between them smaller. It would be a lot easier to hear what he was saying that way. "Why doyah talk so quietly? I can barely hear you!"

NOTES !?! woohoo.
CREDIT !?! MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! caution 2.0

[jacob dylan hart]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

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She would probably get mad at him for hiding his face, but he did it all the time. He hated people. They always made fun of him, and his dead brother. They made more fun of him after they saw what actually happened to him. They just had so much fun making fun of the kid who was in a coma for a week, burned badly on his back, and he lost his brother in that same week. He was a kid that never got a break from people. It was always something that he was being made fun of. His cloths, his hair, his family, the fact that he never spoke. It was a pain, and he just sat threw it like nothing was wrong. He didn't even think about it anymore, well he did and it hurt him. He hurt himself because of them. if they were to know that he cut himself, it would only get worse, drive him to suicide. Then his mother would have no sons at all. Both would be dead.

Jacob didn't like it when people were going to bug him about stuff. And he could just feel that this girl was going to. She was going to ask him lots of questions, even if they were in the same English class last year,and he would end up getting overwhelmed and he would just stop talking all together. He wasn't like people who would answer as many questions as you had, he would just stop answering you complete, and you would never get the answers to anything. He just knew that she was going to do that, hen probably yell at him like his mother did to grow up and face the world and actually talk. If he didn't want to, he wasn't going to. He didn't need a job either, his father knew that he was a very anti-social kid, so he would just give Jacob the money that he needed when he needed it.

When he jumped, he knew that she had seen it, since of course she was smiling at him. He blushed a bit and looked down. He didn't want her to see that hi face was heating up to a bright red color. She was giggling at him, and he looked back down after looking at her with his hue blue eyes. He shut his eyes after a moment, and sighed. He wasn't going to like today, and he knew that. He knew that if he was seen with her, he would get a lot more shit and he would just have to deal with people laughing at him. He knew who she was, she was that girl who was always making speeches about keeping the earth clean and all of that stuff. But she used electricity, and you need something to power that don't you? So she was really just being a hypocrite when she told people to be better at conserving energy.

Jacob had heard rumors that she was an alien, which was really stupid. Most aliens would want to take over the government or try to kill us, not try to save the earth. Some people just didn't know anything. But the rumor about what happened to him and his brother was true. He was a loved kid in the town, people loved his brother, and so many people came to his wake, that Jacob ended up hiding in a different part of the funeral home because he couldn't be with as many people that showed up. He hated people so much. She told him that she hurt herself but that she was okay. ”Oh...that's good I guess..that your okay...i mean..” he said softly, brushing his bangs back into his eyes and such. He jumped back a little more when she moved closer to him. He didn't know what she was thinking. He didn't like people, and he was completely sure she figured that out when he jumped when she spoke loudly the first time. Why did he talk so quiet? It was just because he did. He didn't actually ever go louder then how he always talked ,which was quietly. ”It's just how I always talk..”

(TAG ?!)dawn
(WORDS ?!)702
(WEARING ?!) hereclickyhere!!
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!) this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.

[dawn]

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can't take away this feeling

Dawn tugged on her hair, trying to remember as much as she could about th boy standing in front of her. She knew he was really quiet, and that he was bullied by people a lot. Mainly the same people who bullied her. It was quite sad really, that he had to go through with that because it sounded like he had enough trouble in his life. She could deal with being thrown around a bit, because she personally loved her life and wouldn't change a thing about it. He probably didn't feel the same way. The way he retracted from people showed her that. She had seen him being bullied before, and if she had been stronger, she would have defended him. Instead, because she was just so weak, she was forced to watch in despair, trying to think of a way to help. When ideas never flowed to her head, tears often came to her eyes. She didn't like seeing people get hurt. She never had. And usually, someone would notice the fact that she was standing in the hallway crying for what seemed to be like no reason, and then they would lcck her in a locker, or throw something at her. Life in Trenton was hard for those who didn't belong.

Even though Dawn was really interested in the boy who stood in front of her, she knew she should probably leave him alone. He didn't seem like he anted o talk to her, even though he had initiated the conversation, and she didn't want to annoy him and gain another enemy. Also, if he was seen with her, he would probably end up being teased more. She ganced away from him, feeling guilty already ecause of that thought, even though nothing had happened yet. She was a girl who ran on mostly emotion, and she found it really difficult to restrain them. To the boy, she proably looked extremely troubled at the moment. She was trying to decide between protecting him, or getting to know him. Both of them could end up with disasterous results. Maybe if she got to know him, she could help him. Or maybe not.

Dawn's mind finally stopped processing the information that she had on the boy, and she let out a silent gasp. He was the boy in her english class, the one who had been in a coma for a couple days. He had lost his brother in the accident, and yet instead of helping him through it, everyone had teased him because of the burns he had gotten in the accident. She stared down at her feet, glaring at her shoes. Why couldn't she do anything to help? She wanted to save the world, but she couldn't even help the boy in front of her, who looked like he desperately needed some help. She wanted to take a few steps forward and hug him, but that would be extremely awkward and would not end well. He probablydidn't even recognize her. So she restrained the urge to move, and instead blurted out the first thing on her mind. "I'm Sorry!"

Dawn didn't even think about how odd it would sound, considering he didn't know what she was thinking about. He wouldn't understand that she was apologizing for not being able to help him, for the loss of his brother, for not talking to him before. She couldn't do anything for him, besides trying to be his friend to help him through it all. But even that could hav bad results. No one would let him live down the fact that he was friends with the alien girl. "Yeah, it's good." she agreed, and she gingerly touched the spot on her forehead that was aching. It still hurt, and black dots clouded her vision for a moment before disappearing. Hopefully, that would go away. She wanted to question him about why he spoke like that, butshe was scared she was going to annoy him. So she thought about what he could say to him, her forehead crinkling up as she thought hard about it, and didn't come up with anythig intelligent. Instead, an "Oh." in a very disappointed and dejected voice was all he got.

NOTES !?! woohoo.
CREDIT !?! MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! caution 2.0

[jacob dylan hart]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

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Jacob was always bullied, and he saw her bullied a few times, and he once tried to help her, but ended up being pushed around into lockers after school for three hours and he was stuck like that now. He was stuck being bullied for his life. And there was nothing that he could do to save himself. So what did he do? He cut himself, but let no one see. No one ever wanted to help him, and he was alright with that for a while. His brother had tried, and Jacob still was bullied. He needed a lot more help then what people thought. They just thought that he was over that his brother died. His brother was the only person who had ever been really nice to him. His brother was his best friend, and he missed him so much.

The girl looked away from him, like she was troubled or something. He wasn't sure what to say to her, so he didn't say anything. He rubbed his arm slightly above the bracelets that hid the scars. He wasn't going to say anything, and he hoped that she knew that. He was very very shy, and he couldn't help it. He bit his lip slightly, the studs in his lips pressing against his teeth. He wasn't sure what to say to her. He didn't usually talk anyway, so this was probably a lot more awkward for her then for him. But he didn't like to talk anyway, and he was sure that everyone in the school knew that. At least. Jacob was sure of it.

Jacob looked down at her a bit as she gasped silently. Why was she gasping? He wasn't sure if he realized that he was the boy who for a week wasn't in school and was only noticed by the teachers when he came back. And when he came back, all he did was get teased more. He knew who she was, but the name was out of his mind though. He wasn't sure what her name was though, and he doubted that she knew who he was, let alone his name. He blinked at her and jumped a bit when she just randomly said 'i'm sorry' What was she sorry for. ”..what?” Jacob asked. He wasn't sure why he was saying she was sorry. There wasn't anything to be sorry for. At least, that wasn't what he was thinking. He bit his lip again, not sure at all about what to say about anything anymore. He blinking his blue eyes at her and was still lost as ever.

Jacob was very lost. He didn't have an idea what she was thinking when she said sorry. He didn't know what she was thinking, and he was glad that he didn't. He didn't want t know what people thought about him, because he was sure that people hated him. He was a very disliked by people, and always pushed into the lockers, never locked in them, because he couldn't fit for his height. If he was probably a few inches shorter then he would be in lockers all the time, but because he was six feet tall, he couldn't fit in them. He was also very skinny, and he didn't like that he was that skinny. But he didn't feel like eating, and he didn't want to eat. He secretly was depressed, but no one actually knew that but his brother, who was dead. She didn't seem to like that he didn't talk very loudly like she did. But he didn't like to talk loudly, he hated loud noises, he hated everything loud. He liked stuff that was quiet. Granted, he liked his guitar and his music a but on the loud side, but that was probably it. He didn't like people who were loud. He didn't like anything else that was loud. ”I'm glad you're okay..” he said softly.

(TAG ?!)dawn
(WORDS ?!)659
(WEARING ?!) hereclickyhere!!
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!) this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.

[dawn]

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can't take away this feeling

Dawn stared down at her feet, scolding herself for shouting again. She could tell that the boy in front of her didn't like it when she talked loudly, and she was trying to tone it down, but her natural voice was loud. Whispering really didn't have a place, at least not for her. It was difficult to speak softly. But she was trying, so maybe he would talk to her for a little bit longer, and she could figure out the questions that had formed themselves in her mind, without asking him directly. It seemed like the boy really did need some help, and she wanted to help him. But he probably wouldn't accept it if she told him that, he would most likely take that offensively. No one liked to be told that they needed help. It sounded like they were being told they had a mental disability or something. So she would figure out a way to help him secretly.

She could tell he was confused by her random blurted out apology. Anyone would be, because they weren't in her head, hearing the guilty thoughts that were taunting her. To him, a random girl had just apologized for absolutely no reason. If only he knew all the reasons that presented themselves in her head. For not going up and offering help after the accident. For watching as he got pushed around by bullies, and got shoved in lockers, and not helping him at all. Mostly, she felt guilty about the one time she remembered him trying to help her, and he got the aftermath of it. She din't know exactly what the bullies had done to him for it, but surely it had to be awful. Anything they did was absolutely horrid. She stared down at her feet, studying them, remember both the things they had done to her, and the things she had watched them do to him. She felt so terrible.

"I'm sorry I never helped you. I always wanted to...but I don't know how I can. I'm only 5,3, and I only weight 120 pounds. I don't know how I'm supposed to fight against the people who make my life a living hell." Finally, her voice had softened. The guilt had done that, lowered her voice to a meer whisper. She didn't like this feeling, she felt like she was about to cry, and that would certainly confuse the boy in front of her even more. So she continued to stare at her shoes, her long dark hair hiding her eyes, almost like he had done earlier. "When you came back...I always tried to talk to you. I never found a time where I could...but I wanted to warn you. The entire time you were gone, they talked trash about you. I sit behind them in chemistry, so I heard it all. If I had talked to you, and told you, maybe it would have helped..."

Dawn was scared to how he would react to this. Would he be angry at her for not helping him, for not seeking him out sooner? Maybe he would blame it all on her. Maybe it was all her fault, that he was being bullied. If she had told the teachers what the bullies were planning, maybe they would have been punished. After all, planning to pick on someone who just went through an accident and a tragic loss of a family member was cruel. The teachers would have done something. "Me too...I'm glad I'm okay. It's a lot better than being knocked out cold in the middle of a park..."

NOTES !?! woohoo.
CREDIT !?! MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! caution 2.0

[jacob dylan hart]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

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Jacob was sure that she was had realized that every time that she talked loudly that he would jump, and he could tell that she was trying her best to stop being so loud, but it wasn't working. He knew that she was trying her best, and he would stay for a while. Until a lot more people came here, and then he was out of here. He knew that she figured out that he wasn't a people person at all. And he felt a bit better about that. Just a small bit. He was thankful that she was at least trying to be quiet, it was better then not trying to and scaring him away.

Jacob sighed a bit as she looked down ad he wanted her to look up, she didn't seem like the kind that would want to hid her face. He did, he did it a lot. He had his bangs covering his right eye all he time. He bit his lip and started to brush his hair out his eyes, only to move it back into his eyes. He was the kind of kid that you thought that would happen to. You would think that he would hid from people, which he did. He always hid from people. He was also the emo kid that always seemed to get bullied. There wasn't much other emo kids in the town, so of course they would go after the very shy one and push him into lockers. Not even lockers that were open. Just closed ones, and they would push his face into it. He would end up with bruises and he would end up just cutting himself more. He was a very depressed kid, but no one knew. It always seemed that what they did to him was a lot worse then what they did to her. They would lock her lockers, they pushed him and grinded his face into them and would do that for a while. And it hurt more then being in a locker. They would throw him against lockers, walls, they even pushed him down the stairs once.

She wanted to help him? That was something he had never heard after Xavier did. ”..you wanted...to help me...why..no one wanted to..I get picked on more then you do..and its not that I care or anything..but...why..” he asked, spacing most of his words out, like he wasn't sure what he was going to say. Why in the world would Dawn want to help him? Jacob was the kid who was always made fun off for no reason. She did things to make her be picked on. He didn't. He blinked his blue eyes at her and shuffled his feet slightly. He shook his head at her. ”They always do that..i didn't think anyone noticed that I was gone for a week..at least.. til the teachers asked about it...it was only going to make it..worse if you told me..” he said to her. It was true. She would have made it a lot worse then it had been. They would have poked his burns more, pushed him more. They would have tried to kill him. Sometimes he wished that his brother hadn't tried to save him, and that he died instead of his brother. It was terrible. He never wanted that to happen. He bit his lip and sighed. He looked down at his black converse, plain and boring.

H was glad that she was okay. It would have hurt enough to do that, and at least she was okay. ”I think you might...have a bump..on your..forehead..” he said to her after a moment..

(TAG ?!)dawn
(WORDS ?!)lazzzzyyy
(WEARING ?!) hereclickyhere!!
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!) this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.

[dawn]

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can't take away this feeling

Dawn stared at the ground, her dark eyes bouring into the ground with a look of disappoint and defeat. She was so disappointed in herself, she should have helped. It was all her fault that he got thrown around, because she didn't help him. It was obvious no one else would, so that left her. And she never did it. How was she going to save the planet if she could stop some simple bullies? Her eyes were feeling moist and she blinked rapidly, stopping it. No guilty tears, not right now. She would shed them when she got home and collapsed on her king sized bed. She would cry, staring at her walls, covered in signs for recycling, and staying green. Her bedroom was her safe haven. A place where everything was peaceful and safe. No one would hurt her when she was in there. She could hide under her pastel green sheets for as long as she wanted, and no one would bother her. No one would phone, no one would knock on her door, her parents wouldn't be home. Just her, all alone.

If the bullying hurt her, she couldn't imagine what it made him feel. Not only was he bullied worse than she was, but he had his antisocial behaviour, and his loss of a brother, and whatever scars he had left over from the accident to deal with as well. It was so unfair that they were punished. She was thrown into lockers, locked in there for hours at a time, and was often humiliated by the other students in their grade because she made their world a beautiful place. Because he had an accident, they hurt him. Why was the world like that? It was terrible, awful, cruel. That was why she didn't believe in God. If God really existed, he would help them. No one would leave them in the position they were in now. The world was just one horrible, unfair place.

Each word that he said was so spaced out from the next, it took Dawn a few minutes to put the sentence together. Then she had to try and think of an answer that was honest and easy to understand. Really, she didn't know why. It was just a feeling in her gut telling her that she should be doing something. Like a little voice in her head whispering guidelines that she disobeyed. "I...don't really know. I guess because...we are kind of in the same boat and you hd to go through so much. The accident...your brother...I just...didn't want you to go through anything else. You've had to deal with enough. If I could...I would somehow convince them to hurt me instead...because besides the bullying, I've never really felt pain before. You don't deserve it."

This behavior wasn't out of the normal for Dawn. She often had random episodes of sadness, although usually they were because her parents were gone and she was lonely, or after a particularly nasty attack. She put a hand to her forehead, and winced when it touched a till painful spot. "Yeah, I think so. It hurts..."

NOTES !?! woohoo.
CREDIT !?! MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! caution 2.0

[jacob dylan hart]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

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Jacob looked at her as she looked down. He sighed a bit, moving his arm up and playing with his hair again. He did this a lot, not that he really meant to, force of habit. He looked down at his arms and saw that one of the cuts had shown, and he quickly moved his arm away from her view and held it behind his back. He didn't want her to know. She was that girl, Dawn wasn't it? Who wanted to save the earth and everyone. He really didn't want her to know. She would bug him to stop, but a lot less then his brother had. His brother made him show him his wrists, and he would get mad when he found the cuts. They scars were different from the actual cuts. They showed that he actually had let them heal for the most part, but now he kept opening them back up and wouldn't let them heal.

When she was bullied, all Dawn had was being locked in lockers, Jacob had it a lot worse. He had been panted once or twice in the hallways and he literally pulled his pants up and ran. He had this hiding place in the school were he knew no one knew was there. It was under the stairs that go from the library to the language wing. He hid there every time people would hurt him, or pants him. He would be there for a while. Only the janitors knew that he hid there, and Jacob would ask them very quietly to tell his teacher that he was in the nurse's office, so that they wouldn't worry that he was skipping class. At least, that was only when they found him. No one else know about his hiding place, and he wasn't going to even let Dawn hid there. People followed her, and he didn't want them to find him there with her. He was scared of the people in the grade, and the seniors picked on him a lot too.

He knew that he spaced out his worlds a lot. And he wasn't sure if he was making much sense to her, but she seemed to understand what he said after a moment. He cringed slightly at the word brother when it came out of her mouth. Xavier was his only friend, and he was dead. He was able to tell everything to him, and now he was gone. ”I'm use to it though..I don't really mind it anymore..” the lie of the year. He hated it, but he just always dealt with it, like he didn't care. He had his face shoved into locker doors, and that hurt.

He shrugged very slightly at her. ”i bet it did hurt...put some ice on it? That's what I do after I get..my head smashed into lockers..'' he said softly, looking back down at his feet. He always seemed to have a bag of ice on his head, no matter what he did, it hurt like hell.

(TAG ?!)dawn
(WORDS ?!)lazzzzyyy
(WEARING ?!) hereclickyhere!!
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!) this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.

[dawn]

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can't take away this feeling

Dawn had always complained about the bullying she met at school to her kitten, but she had never thought about just how bad it could be. While she just got shoved in lockers, humiliated and occasionally, when they found her cleaning up trash, had her work compeltely ruined, he was actually getting physically hurt. Why did the teachers stop anything? Then she remembered why. Because they were in Trenton, and they didn't care. Not only that, but they agreed with the bullies that she was weird. That was why they didn't help her. They thought she was acting different because she wanted attention, and they thought she had what was coming when she got locked in lockers for an entire school day, with barely any air. Once she almost suffocated. If those slits in the lockers weren't there, she would probably be dead by now.

Dawn was mentally cursing Aeddan Channing in her mind. Teachers wouldnt believe that he was the culprit of her multiple complaints, because he had good grades, and nice friends and he was always polte to teachers. They ignored it when he walked with a swagger through the halls, acting like he owned the place. Sure, he was a senior and a rather popular kid. But did that give him a right to hurt kids that were half his size? No, it didn't. Especially when they had never done anything to him. She had never even spoken to him before he started bullying her, which had started towards the middle of sophmore year. Now, he taunted and teased her, and more often that once, he had reduced her to tears in the middle of the school hallway. He was a cruel and terrible person. Sometimes, she wished she had the strength to push him into a locker and lock him in there for six hours. And she was a generally non-violent person.

When she heard him speak, she didn't even have to look into his eyes to know he was lying. She had been faced with bullying her entire life. Since she was young, people would taunt her, call her terrible names and hurt her. And she still wasn't used to it, nor would she ever become used to it. You don't get used to being hurt. It always comes back, just as bad if not worse the next time around. Her mood was changing once again, moving from her guilty despair to simple anger. She hated liars. She didn't understand why people would lie to someone about a topic they really didn't need to lie about. "Bullshit." she said simply, finally raising her head and throwing a simple glare in his direction, her dark eyes narrow. Sure, she still felt bad. And she was going to feel guilty for this later. But people didn't get away with lying to her. That was one thing she didn't tolerate.

Dawn nodded slowly. She didn't want to move her head to much, in case the black dots wanted to make a reappearance. "That's a good idea. I'll do that when I get home."

NOTES !?! woohoo.
CREDIT !?! MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! caution 2.0

[jacob dylan hart]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

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Jacob nearly jumped out of his skin when she said bullshit. He really wasn't expecting that and he jumped a good foot away from her. He looked at her like he was shocked. He didn't know what to say to her. She caught his lie? He was such a good liar too. He didn't want anyone to know about his cuts, how much he hated being bullied and pushed around, because they would only make it worse for him. And he knew that. He always complained to his Yorkie puppy, Jackson about his problems now, because Xavier wasn't around. Sometimes he would drive to the cemetery and go over and talk to his grave. He just felt better to sit on the ground on his brother's grave and talk to him. He just was weird like that and sometimes needed to just talk to him, even thought he couldn't hear him, and he couldn't even get any advice from his brother.

She was glaring at him, and he didn't like it. He looked instantly down at his feet, shuffling his feet. Had she seen the cuts and was saying that he was lying about him being okay. He backed up a couple of feet, not really sure if she was going to scream or not. He was really scared that she would snap at him, and that was just from the glare. He hated that glare. He was scared. He brought his finger that had curled slightly into his palm to his lips and looked up at her. He wasn't sure what she was going to say or not. And he didn't like that. He didn't like that she was glaring at him, that she scared him. And he didn't like to be scared. He sighed a bit.

Jacob bit his fingers slightly, chewing on them a bit. He bit he lip after a moment and nodded. ”It..it will help the swelling...'' he said after a moment. He wasn't sure what else to say. He wasn't sure if she was going to yell at him or not. He was sure that the cuts on his arms were hidden by the bracelets right now, so he was okay for now. He wondered if Xavier was disappointed that he couldn't keep his promise to him, that he couldn't stop cutting himself. He couldn't stop the bullies, he couldn't stop that addiction of the adrenaline when he pressed the razor blade to his wrist. He couldn't stop it, he wished with everything that he could. Hell, if he was the one that died in the crash he would have been happy. It would have solved all of his problems now wouldn't it have? But he didn't. His brother did.

And everyone seemed to like his brother a lot more them him. And he was unhappy about that. Why couldn't he be like his brother, instead of the very anti-social kid that he was. He was sure that no one liked him, and he wasn't even sure that Dawn even like him. Did she even know his name? That he wasn't sure. He didn't say anything thought, he was still completely sure that she was mad at him for some reason.

(TAG ?!)dawn
(WORDS ?!)lazzzzyyy
(WEARING ?!) hereclickyhere!!
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!) this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.

[dawn]

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can't take away this feeling

Dawn was surprised at just how far he jumped away from her. She knew he was scared of people, but was he really this bad? He was six feet tall, and she was a small, five four girl. What did he really think she could do to him? She could scream at him, but that was about it. She couldn't do anything that would actually cause him harm. She felt bad that she had screamed at him though. Even though he had lied to her. It was to bad really. She had thought she was getting somewhere with this conversation until she ruined it. She was so stupid.

Dawn let her glare soften into an apologetic look. She didn't like the look that was on his face. Granted, she hardly ever liked the expression that this kid wore. They were always so happy free and sad. She couldn't imagine being upset or emotionless all the time. She let them take over and run her wild. That was the way she liked to live. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to think of something to say. "Look Jacob." She began, glad his name had finally come to her. It made apologies feel more meaningful when they were personalized. At least, that was how she felt. "Sorry for yelling but...I really don't like people who lie. I know what it feels like, and I know that you never get used to it. For me, it gets worse. Everytime I get shoved into a locker, time moves slower, and I run out of air faster. Bruises hurt a little more, remarks hit me a little deeper. Anyway...please don't lie."

Dawn's eyes were set on Jacob, wide and pleading for a promise. She just needed him to tell her he wouldn't lie to her, and then she would trust him completely. She didn't doubt something once they promised it. he knew the promises broke often, but hving one made her feel like what was said was special. People who broke promises just din't understand that. "I hope so. It hurts like hell." She admitted honestly, trying to remember if she even had any ice at home. Most likely. Her parents liked to put it in their drinks, so they usually had a decent amount. However, her parents had been gone for the past four days, so she had no idea if they were still stocked up on it.

NOTES !?! woohoo.
CREDIT !?! MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! caution 2.0