Alone? [For certain people. You know who you are.]

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Amber walked into the empty room and sat down by the chair that was by the window and looked out. It was a fairly nice day out. Hot, but nice. Especially the breeze. She had on a plaid skirt and leggings, and a black tank top and so-called 'hobo' gloves. She had on her black and pink skate shoes with graffiti markings that she always wore.

She had come here to start over. She loved horses, although she didn't own one. She had the money, but no place to put them. No place to ride, no friends. She wasn't the type who you'd think would like horses. Maybe if she could find a place to keep a horse and ride it, she'd buy one. She especially liked Trakehners and Akhal Teke's. She had never ridden before, but she'd like to learn.

Her thoughts drifted off to her old life, her ridiculed, harassed, life. She hated it. That's why she came here. Then she thought of him. He, the one who had cheated on her, lied about it, and broke up with her. She hated him. She honestly wanted to die.

She started to cry. She thought she heard someone coming. She turned her head to the door. Nothing. She looked away. There it was again. She wiped away her tears, and the mascara and eyeliner that had been running down her face, and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her makeup was pretty much the same. Only her right eye was showing anyways. She waited to see if someone would come.

[D E M O N //]

If you feel so empty, so used up, so let down." A pale hand stopped the echoing chorus as it slammed onto the snooze button. After letting out a practically inaudible growl the owner of said hand half stood, half fell out of bed. Once on his feet he tripped over his own foot his eyes still not really open. Swearing as he regained balance before his body could hit the floor the teenager grabbed the first clothes that he saw which so happened to be laying on the ground as well as being the exact thing that he had worn the day before. But why the hell would he care?

Who cared about the grass stain barely visible on his black jeans? What about the dirt clinging to his band tee? He had no one to impress so therefor why should he bother trying to look his best. Daniel took this view to the extreme, maybe, brushing his hair once a month.

Maybe if he showed Daniel would pay more attention to his appearance and wardrobe, but as it was, he didn't even own a pair of riding pants, let alone a show jacket. Dan was perfectly content with his black jeans, hoody, and band t-shirt. It wasn't like what ever he did wear would stay clean for more then thirty seconds after he reached the barn, so why even bother?

The same concept applied to today as worn leather boots sent footprints echoing into the air as they walked into the barn. Large heads stuck out from their enclosures at the sound. But he had eyes only for one of them. Okay, that wasn't exactly true, Daniel loved all horses. But, paticularly a large thoroughbred stallion named Overdose. Stopping at the stallions stall Daniel filled his manger with hay, filled his water bucket, gave him a carrot, and rubbed his neck. After reassuring the stallion he'd be back in a minute he headed to the lounge.

Daniel didn't like hanging out there. He'd usually prefer to sit in the stallions stall, but the teen had not been able to sleep the night before. This was not unusual as he suffered from a minor case of insomnia, but that was not the point. As he opened the door the exhausted figure collapsed onto the couch, rubbing his eyes including the bags underneath them. He was never the most observant person, and this did not change as he did not notice that he was not alone.

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She looked over at the teenager who now came in. He's cute.. She noticed that he didn't notice her. Typical. But how could he not notice her? After all, she stood out pretty well. Her hair was black with a blue tint to it.

Uh, Hi.. I'm Amber. She spoke careful as not to startle him. She wondered who he was, if he could tell she had been crying. She hoped not. He seemed tired, what with the way he had collapsed onto the couch.

She wondered if he was single. Maybe she'd flirt. She didn't want to get her hopes up. After all she had just seen him, not even spoken to him yet. She'd wait. I wonder if he rides horses..

She figured she'd focus on him. If she let her mind wander, bad things could happen. She'd probably cry again. She looked over at him, wanting to know what he was thinking.

[D E M O N //]

Massaging his temple with the base of his hands he tried to keep his growing head ache at bay. This was why he hated not sleeping, but it want something that seemd to happen to him a lot. The smallest thing could keep it up. Not a light or a car outside, but any thought in his mind was like a novel waiting to be written whenever he closed his eyes to try and go to sleep, and the day before, had certainly been interesting.

The night before he had been on his first ever date, if you could call it that. He wasn't really sure what qualified as a date seeing as he had never been on one. They had gone out for dinner, but it was after they went riding, and he wasn't really sure about the implications that implied.

This was a whole new page in the novel of the life of a certain Daniel Richard Thomas. His mind was ussualy full of nothing but horses. His exersice and feed scedual, what ever it was, but nothing else. He never went out and did something not directly linked to them, let alone go out for dinner. Let alone go out for dinner with someone else.

"Daniel," he said not really paying attention to what she was saying but rather fiddling with the silver chain on his pants. His black hoody was left unzipped to reveal his Thousand Foot Krutch tee shirt.

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Thats a nice name.. She looked down. She was rather shy at times. She couldn't look at him. In a way, he reminded her of who she would not speak of. She started to cry. Again.

She sniffled, wiping away her tears. Uh, um. D-Don't...Don't mind me, I-I'm fine.. She wasn't stuttering. Well she was but not from nervousness. From crying. She wondered if he'd care to ask what was wrong. If he did, would she answer him? Maybe.

[D E M O N //]

"Not exactly sure what to say when she told him he had a nice name he decided to say othing at all. It was a good approach that had always worked for him in the pasr apart from the no friends thing. But who needed friends when you had horses. Not him.

When she started to cry he looked up from ecamining the laces on his beat up leather riding boots. He already new every scrape and scratch on the worn leather, but he inspected them all the same. It stopped him from looking at people which he hated. Honestly, he just hated people.

Looing at her trying to figure out what was wrong but not really wanting to say anything. Comforting people was not exactly his forte. He couldn't even begin to take care of himself let along anyone around him, so he declined to say anythig just looked at her in a slightly onverned questioning way.

please excuse any typos, Demon and her lifelessness typed this post with her eyes closed.

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She looked up. No. He's staring at me. Ugh. He seemed to be more interested in his shoes than her. But he seemed concerned when she was crying.

Uh.. I.. don't know if you want to know whats wrong or not. I won't bother you if you don't really care. She looked down and started to cry again. She pulled her legs up and put her head on them. She then put her arms around her legs, making them hug her chest.

If he really doesn't care... Then it's not worth it.. She wanted to know if he cared. But she didn't know. He didn't seem like it. But why was he concerned before?

[D E M O N //]

Glancing around the room and running his hand though his hair he tried to think of what to say. He didn't know what was bothering her, and he wasn't sure he really wanted to. Sure he ha those burst into tears moments, he had his reasons, but tended to run off for privacy when he felt a break down coming, he couldn't figure out what seemed to set her off either, something usually triggered it, people didn't usually just burst into tears for no reason.

"What's wrong?" he said raising a brow in curiosity.

Closing his eyes he placed his hand over them trying ot push off the over whelming dizziness. He was used to. A combination of depression and sleep deprivasion gave him headaches all the time, but this was somehow different. Sure, he felt dizzy all the time, but this time it was starting to feel like the room was spinning slightly. As he blinked a couple times the feeling seemed to subside a little.

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She thought for a moment, for something to say, not to mix up all her words. She took a deep breath before speaking.

Everything.. Especially him... It was just barely above a whisper. Would he truly care? She didn't know. Did she care? She didn't know that either. She couldn't look at him. She raised her head, and wiped the tears from her face and eyes, and rested her head on her arms, which were on her legs once more. She sighed.

[D E M O N //]

"Who?" he asked slightly interested at this point. He wondered what could be bothering her so much and what he could of done who ever he was.

Still trying t get over the fact that he felt like he was going to pass out or something he went over and got a drink of water hoping it would help. It did. Feeling slightly better he sat back down, not having the energy to do much more. He had no idea how he was going to make it through the day, or even if that would be enough.

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Maybe he does care.. She looked up at him, not his eyes, or she would cry. If not cry, she'd get too shy to tell him.

My.. Ex-boyfriend... He, She was fighting back tears. He cheated on me. And.. He uh.. When he'd get mad.. She didn't know if she could finish her sentence.

...He'd hit me..I don't know why I'm telling a guy like you all this. You seem really nice.. And.. well.. You look nice, too.. She was rambling now. She figured she'd stop and get his answer first before she said anything worse.

[D E M O N //]

"I'm...uh...sorry..." he said not really sure what to say in this situation. He could never figure out how someone could do that to a girl, or anyone for that matter. Though people often thought that he was violent, this was infact, not the case. He would never so much as hurt a fly. Sure, he had gone through a rebelios faze a couple year previous, as well as having gotten into several fist fights, but he never started them.

He was kind of surprised she was telling him this. After all, they didn't even know each other and he could hardly even remember her name. Okay, that didn't say much, he was really bad with names. but that was not the point.

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Uh, no. It's.. Fine. I just wish he hadn't... She trailed off, wanting to forget that it ever happened. But she couldn't. She didn't even know why she told him this. He really was handsome, she knew that. But she still didn't know if he was single. She had wanted a boyfriend that wouldn't treat her bad.

So.. are you from around here? Well.. of course, if you're here.. But.. Do you ride? I bet you look awesome riding..

She was blushing. Sorry. I ramble on when I'm nervous.. Sorry. I can't help it.. You're just so... cute.. Damn, did I say that out loud? Crap. She was standing now with her hands covering her face.

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"Ummm....yeah, I ride, I could, er, teach you if you want," he said examining the laces on his boots once again. This was incredibly awkward for him right now. He had never had anyone tell him that he was cute before, and he had kind of expected it to stay that way. And now he was really wishing that he had. But, unfortunately, his little record had been broken. Now, Daniel didn't think that it was really normal for girls to burst out they thought you were cute thirty seconds after meeting them, but, what would he know about normal.

Daniel continued massaging his temple trying to break free of the evil headache of doom that seemed intent on engulfing him. He was certainly no stranger to pain, but that did not mean that he enjoyed it, and this stupid headache was going to stop him from thinking all day.

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I signed up for lessons.. You're.. Not so cute.. More of.. hott.. handsome.. Whatever you'd like to call it. They don't make them like you back in my old town. She paused and realized what she said.

Uh.. I'm sorry.. I really shouldn't have said that.. I.. just.. Ugh. She turned away, crying again.

She rolled up her sleeves, which was a bad idea. She had forgotten about her wrists. She hadn't realized it until a few minutes after she had done it.

Damnit. He saw my wrist. Ugh. She wished she hadn't done that. She knew he saw. He'd probably ask her what had happened. If he didn't? Well. She had hardly a doubt that he hadn't seen them, But she didn't know for sure if he'd ask.

She looked back at him, tears in her eyes. Uh, um. I think I'd better go... She didn't leave, but she looked down, and took a step forward, waiting to see if he had a reply.