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

[D E M O N //]

Daniel developed an ever growing urge to shoot himself in the head a she went on. Couldn't she stop already? NO one had even really noticed him before and this was just strange and awkward for him. For someone who claimed to not care about what people said about him, Daniel was extremely self consious, and quite frankly didn't want anyone to notice him, he enjoyed being a wall flower.

As she rolled up her sleeves Daniel couldn't help but notice her wrists. He decidded to keep his mouth shut and really didn't want to get into this with a complette stranger. However, he couldn't help his hands from jumping to his own as he started rubbing then subconsciously.

"Uh. It's okay. You can stay if you want."

[Aquired]

I.. I'm sorry.. I shouldn't talk without thinking first.. But.. I don't know if it's best to stay.. She sat down, thinking. You saw my wrists... Hardly anyone knows about them.. She put her face in her hands.

Why do you do that? He had said. You know I love you, why do you selfharm? He said once more. "You don't love me. If you loved me you wouldn't treat me like this.'' She had said back.

Would that happen to her again? She hated him for that. She would never forget that. She would never forgive him. Every now and then she would think of things they've said to eachother. She just wanted someone to talk to about it. Why couldn't anyone understand how he made her feel? She still, would not say his name.

[D E M O N //]

Cold metal sent a tingle up his arm as blade slid across his wrist. The red metallic liquid trickled down down his wrist, slow at first, but getting faster. The room began to spin around him before it faded out to black.

Blinking he snapped out of it looking around. It took him a minute to realize where he was. His hand still wrapped around his wrist he took a deep breath holding it for a minute for letting it out with a sigh.

The rather painful memories brought the pain seering through his head even more power as he felt like it was about burst in to. His hand shot from his wrist to his head trying ti get rid of the pain shooting through his skull.

[Aquired]

She looked up at him. His hands were at his head. ... Uh, what's wrong? She looked down at her wrists.

Don't worry. It's just a scratch. Tell all your friends your cat did it. It'll go away. He said. "Okay..'' She replied. Good girl. He kissed her. She wanted to die.

Then one day... She ran home from school, whipping open the door, slamming it shut. Throwing all her things on the floor. Running up to her room, she grabbed her razor. Pressing the cool blade to her skin, it was sharp, firm. The crimson coloring filled her view. It was all she focused on. Nothing but the crimson. Not even her tears. Suddenly she got dizzy, she dropped the blade... "Why me...?" She had asked herself.

[D E M O N //]

"Nothin', just got a but of a headache," he said running a hand through his hair. How the hell was he going to get through the day to day? He had a thoroughbred to excersize without his full attention on what he was doing after all, who knew when the stallion was going to pull something crazy on him.

He love the stallion, but he could be a royal pain sometimes. He just didn't know when to pull himself together and do what he was supposed to. Sure, he knew what was being asked of him, he just couldn't care less.

[Aquired]

She could tell it was more than just a headache bothering him. She had migraines from time to time, but there was always something that took her mind off of it if only for a moment. What were you thinking about? If you want to tell me..

"Please.. stop.. I... can't.... take this..." She had been crying. That made him madder. I've told you not to do this. He hit her. But you did anyways. He hit her again. She screamed.

That night had also left a scar on her arm. Sometimes, once she had a flashback, pretty much everything she said or done would bring another one. She hated that. She hated memories. Why couldn't they fade?

[D E M O N //]

"Nothing,"

He wasn't about to spill his troubles out to some random girl that he had just met. He wasn't someone who just talked, and it took a while for him to open up to anyone. The thing was no one was sure how long, because he had never actually opened up to anyone. Not yet anyway.

Well, except fr Dose. Daniel would tell the stallion absolutely anything, and everything. Of course, the thoroughbred couldn't care less. But sometimes it was good to just talk, even if no one was listening. Maybe particularly if no one was listening. Dan didn't really feel comfortable with other people knowing what was in his head. Probably why he was not about to go to therapy. Yeah, sure, he probably needed it. But he wasn't about to go blab to someone who was only listening because they were being paid to.

[Aquired]

She knew it wasn't just 'nothing'. She could tell by the tone of his voice that something was wrong or something had happened. But if he wasn't going to tell her, she wasn't going to push him for it. Oh, uh. Alright. She had to think of something to say. She liked him, but she didn't know if he liked her back. Do you work out a lot? It looks like it.. She caught her eyes running up and down his body, and immediately looked down.

[D E M O N //]

"Er, no."

Daniel did not work out, ever. It was just not something that he felt he needed to do. He thought of it as a pathetic way to try and impress people, which he didn't do. ANy muscle mass he had was purely from riding, and nothing else. That was the only thing he did. Well, that and barn chores basically. Nothing else. He had no interest in anything but horses. And that was something that he doubted was about to change. Horses were the one thing that actually kept him going. And it seemed like it would stay that way.

[DJ]

Estee walked down the aisle in her usual garb with her messenger bag at her hip. She was going to sit and sketch, listen to music, check her websites on her laptop, whatever, as she did every day. But before she reached for the knob, she stopped in her tracks, eyes wide as she spotted Daniel speaking with the other girl inside the lounge. The female looked very into the conversation and Daniel didn’t seem overly impressed, but honestly, he usually didn’t. Do I walk in, or do I just walk away?

For some weird reason, she decided to walk inside to him and the other girl. Why? Another great question. She acted so differently around Daniel. It was weird. But it wasn’t something she wouldn’t do and she wasn’t acting like someone she wasn’t just because she was around Daniel. Because she was never something she wasn’t. Estee would never turn into someone else for another person. It was somehow pointlessly foolish.

When she opened the door, the two of them both looked at her. She glanced sheepishly at Daniel and looked the other girl over with a straight face. She didn’t want to look happy to see the other female because honestly, she wasn’t, yet didn’t want to look upset at someone she’d never met because that didn’t make sense.

Where to sit? Daniel was on her usual couch and the only other open piece of furniture was a chair between the perpendicular couches. She’d really not enjoy sitting in the chair, but stood for another moment before she could move forward to find somewhere to sit.

[Aquired]

She stopped talking to Daniel when she heard footsteps down the hall. She noticed another girl come in. She was somewhat like Amber. Into the same styles she was. She noticed her look at Daniel. Is this a girlfriend or just a friend? She watched her look her over, their faces expressionless. She didn't say anything. She figured she'd wait for one of them to speak first before making her first impression on her. First impressions could be really good, or really bad.

[D E M O N //]

Blinking as the door and his mouth twitched into a bit of a smile for a moment as he saw Estee walk into the room. But after a brief moment it faded away. In his usual way of few words Daniel jerked his head towards the couch in a way trying to ask her to come sit down next to him. Maybe that would shut the girl up.

This was a rather awkward situation for Daniel because he was kind of getting thrown into the 'cheating boyfriend' situation, except, he had never had a girlfriend. So that wasn't really fair. He wasn't sure if they really counted as 'going out' or what.

[DJ]

Estee caught the boy's eye, traveling to the couch. She didn't sit very close, and the other girl in the room confused her, but her dark lashes flashed as her eyes glances up, but shot back down to her bag.Daniel looked exhausted. Estee assumed he didn’t sleep well last night. She certainly didn’t, but her dark eye make-up hid the dark circles under her eyes. The female didn’t sleep well often but she forced herself to get up at 7:00 or so. She felt sleeping wasted time. There were things that needed to be done and lying in bed didn’t accomplish anything. These thoughts of having to get up early didn’t help her when she was up until 1:00 in the morning still trying to get to sleep. Estee liked drawing, reading, or doing something before sleeping. But the night before, her mind was racing even after she put her sketch pad down. Like a Thoroughbred. The rider was pulling back, asking for a halt, even a slower pace, but it fought, continuing to speed.

She opened her messenger bag and the metal against metal of the pins pinned to the top clicked, but it was almost inaudible. She pulled out her sketch pad and flipped open to the next open page, then pulling out a single pencil from one of the pockets in the bag. Her tongue ran over the front of her teeth as she tried to think of something to draw.

It felt weird sitting with Daniel. It felt like the other girl was staring at her and it made Estee feel like she wanted to leave. She hated being stared at. But she sketched every day. On this couch. And there was no reason to move.

She bounced back into reality when someone spoke. It caught her off guard, but she stared at her sketch pad, not at the voice. The page was still fairly empty and it didn’t seem to be filling up at all as fast as it normally did.

Her thoughts were still racing, even now. She’d already gone over the thoughts many times, but they wouldn’t leave her mind. She continued wondering about the time last night. It had been fun. But this meeting turned it into a whole new thought. It most likely wasn’t a date. If Daniel was hanging out with this girl, maybe he wasn’t interested in Estee anymore, had he liked her at all... She assumed he wasn’t dating the girl, though. They’d be sitting closer together. And he wouldn’t have asked Estee to dinner last night if he had another girlfriend. Right? And when he seemed to motion for Estee to sit down? That was a good sign....

The whole concept was confusing her, but she bit her lip, trying to breathe normally and focus on her sketch.

[Aquired]

She examined her sitting by Daniel. She watched her sketch, and looked out the window. Uh, hello.. Kind of a stupid thing to say after she'd been here for almost 5 minutes already. She's got to be a girlfriend. They've got to be more than friends. She sighed after pushing the thought from her mind.

[D E M O N //]

Running his hand through his hair Daniel tried to of something to say, but nothing came to him. This was extremely awkward for him and he really had no idea what to say. Oh god, why did he have to go to the lounge in the first place. Going back to rubbing his temples Daniel tried to get rid of his ever growing headache.

sorry, not a dan mood right now.