(( sorry about the absences :/ but what i was kinda aiming towards was me not posting for a while, and then just suddenly coming back, is that okay? :/ ))

(( huh? Like, he just suddenly returns? Yeah... but just do it the next time you can post, lol... ))

She tilts her head to the side and starts to think about something. She tilts her head to the other side. "I think i'll go with a.....thing." She said smiling. She started to chuckle at what she chose,it would be something easy to guess if he watch Tv but she didn't know and didn't want to assume.

Sam:
Sam thought, " Is it bigger than my head?" He chuckled as he asked the question.

(( LLLLL :::: DDDD ))

Jenna:
When she woke, she was greeted by the sound of a heart monitor and the smell of antiseptic. She moaned softly and tried sitting up, only succeeding in causing herself more pain. Her whole body felt as if it were on fire. She cursed herself for not succeeding, again. She never could do it right, could she? She remembered it well; She had looked into the mirror for a long time, just watching the tears roll down her cheek, her face stolid. Grasping the knife tight, she pressed it deep into her arm and cut longways all the way up to her elbow, practically cutting to the bone. She did the same on the other arm and set the knife on the counter. With one more glance at the mirror, she fell to the hard floor, breaking her arm in the process. The sickening snap of her arm was the last thing she remembered before this.

(( oh i see, you're provoking me... rude! ;) ))

(( hehr I just want to get this one back going! ;)... I got my Charlie's last week!!! Me very happy. Though I have to wear ye skirt... And I'm like one of the few girls!! )))

(( me sad that no one has posted... Umm can Mike come back now, I mean if he's got cancer they ant force him...))

Jenna:
Besides the occasional ragged, harsh cough, Jenna hadn't moved an inch. The nurses has tried to get her two it, but it had been almost a week and she refused to take care of herself. They had decided to process with her chemo, do she was hooked to it at the moment. The cuts wee still covered. Y the white bandage she hated so much. They were much too deep to heal on their own so stitches lined them booth. As shestared at the window, Jenna used the last bit of strength she had to move towards the window, needing to jump.

((Cries in corner...))