Bo Miel's Story

"What's the last thing you remember?
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours."

Bo woke up slowly and stared at the ceiling above her. She wasn't home... She wasn't in a hospital... That voice? She blinked slowly and looked around before sitting up. She felt sore and sick and... cold? She looked down and cringed. Her body was covered in scars and bruises of all kinds there was even stitches on her side. What? What had happened to her? She stood and looked outside. Outside a sea of green with specks of red met her eyes. Memories flashed through her brain. A kid on the road and a stupid car or truck... just something with wheels. She rubbed her head and closed her eyes until the last few memories passed. Sirens and screaming... She opened her bright blue eyes and forced her sore and stiff body to move over to a wardrobe. She opened and looked at the assortment of clothing curiously. She pulled out a baggy white t-shirt and baggy green cotton pants as well as a white sun hat. Hat's were her best friend... They let her talk... A little because she would not be able to see just how scarily tall the person she was talking to was. While she was at it she picked out some undergarment's and quickly got dressed. The first thing Bo realized after she was dressed in the clothes actually fit her perfectly... was that scary? or good? She would decide later.

Bo put on the large white sun hat and ventured bravely out into the hallway of this strange place. Everything was beautiful and warm here... But it felt a little scary. She turned and looked down the hall at more doors and probably more people... Unless she was dead and this was life after death... It would suck if it was. She whimpered slightly scared and continued backing up keeping an eye on the doors to see if anyone else would come out. But as she kept backing up she did not notice how close she was to the stairs leading down and well... She ventured a little too close and felt herself fall back. For a second there was only air behind her as she fell and then the moment of truth as she crashed down the stairs sending shocks of pain up through her damaged body. She grabbed hold of the railing and managed to pull herself to a falling stop. Her body pulsed in a pain for a few minutes causing her to stay frozen on the stair case. Lost, confused, her wild red hair everywhere and her hat off and at her feet. Where was she? And truly... why?

"What's the last thing you remember?
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours."

"What? What are you talking about mom?" Jesse slowly opened her eyes to a pitch black room. She finally realized the voice she had just heard wasn't her mothers. She quickly sat up and tried to get out of bed on the right side as always. Her legs quickly hit a wall. Confused she felt the right side of her bed with her hand, yep, that was definitely a wall. She tried the left side and managed to stand up. She tried to adjust her eyes to the dark and managed to see a small white rectangle on the opposite side of the room from her. Deciding it was a light switch she slowly walked over to it. She got to the switch and turned on the lights. She quickly closed her eyes and when she felt the lights would no longer burn she opened them shocked.

To her right there was a wall not like her room, of course the wall was the first thing she would notice, how odd of her. She looked toward her left seeing a window with purple curtains a dark brown dresser and a mirror. She walked over to the mirror and saw she was wearing the ugliest pajamas she owned. "Ewww, why would I wear these when I killed myself?" Noticing what she said she slightly jumped remembering that night. She took her laptop and recorded a suicide video. She wasn't going to write a note, to much work. Besides she would want her last words to be on her favorite thing ever. She remembered exactly what she said on her video. "I'm sorry everyone, I have been a terrible person. Maybe this will help some of you out. Me no longer attending school might make some of your lives better. I know this is what I need to do." Jesse looked towards the dresser and opened it up. She took off her pajamas throwing them on the floor. She put on her underwear and bra and then picked out an outfit that consisted of black skinny jeans, a long sleeve neon green shirt to hide her wrist scars, a tight black bracelet so her sleeve wouldn't accidentally be pushed up to reveal her scars, and black hat with cute cat ears, and knee-high black combat boots.

She looked out the window to see a bunch of ugly rose bushes lined in a maze. "What the f*ck is this place?" She walked towards the door and opened it seeing her room was the last one at the end of a hallway full of other rooms. Feeling adventurous she walked threw the hallway and reached the top of some stairs that looked endless. She couldn't even see the bottom of them. She slowly but surely started her walk down them. At the bottom a small girl was laying on the floor. She looked very confused. Jesse walked past her and into a room with some guy sitting on a couch with an ugly yellow scarf. She saw a girl trying to hide by the doorway apparently not wanting to go inside. Jesse walked passed her to and sat on the other side of the couch the yellow scarf guy was sitting on. She looked towards him. "So, do you know where the f*ck we are?"

"What's the last thing you remember?”

Julian stared into the surrounding darkness blankly. “I... don’t know...”

"Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?"

He screwed up his face in thought, burying his head into his hands. “I was... sick?”

"It's fine if you don't remember right away."

Julian relaxed then. With the pain in his head fading, he looked around, only to see blackness.

"So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?"

He narrowed his eyes. “The only people who get bullied are those who allow the opinions and actions of others to affect them. I don’t get bullied.”

"Any regrets?"

Julian didn’t have to think before answering this one. “No. It’s a waste of time regretting things you can’t change anymore.” He didn’t know why he was explaining his answers, but it seemed like the situation demanded it. But there was this niggling feeling in the back of his mind, suggesting that, perhaps, he did have some regrets. Maybe he had lots of them, in fact.

"Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?"

Julian made no comment.

“Well here's yours."


And with that, the darkness dissolved, its threads scattering before the light that was the new reality. Julian sat up in the bed, frowning. Where was he? After a swift glance about his surroundings, he realized he was in a bedroom of some sort. Julian instinctively knew it was his, and calmed down immediately. But he needed to know what was going on.

He flopped back down onto the comforter. Okay. So he had been sick, but when he took the medicine the doctor had given him, he had gotten worse. A lot worse. A sudden, rocking pain took over his skull, and his hand flew to his forehead. 'Ouch. So no reminiscing, then.' When the sensation subsided, Julian swung his legs over the side of the mattress, realizing that he was, in fact, almost completely naked.

'Because that’s not creepy.' Julian instantly looked towards the closet. There wasn’t any dresser in the room, so that was the place to go. He slid the wooden doors open, greeted with the sight of... all of his old clothes? While a little unnerving, that was good. Julian found the jeans and graphic t-shirts of society’s norm to not only be extremely uncomfortable, but also a little degrading. Without much ceremony, Julian tugged out a pair of loose trousers, a plain white button up shirt, and a plaid vest, throwing the outfit on haphazardly. Julian disliked running around barefoot (oh the woes of people with big feet) so he tugged on some black socks and his favored leather shoes.

That done, Julian eyed the only door leading out from the room. To venture anon or not to venture anon? The guy shrugged, moving to turn the round handle. ’Ah well, I’ve already been abducted, undressed, and who knows what else while I was asleep. Can’t really get much higher on the ‘risk’ scale, can I?’ But wait. Julian froze. He was forgetting something.

Sighed, he wheeled around, giving the room a long, sweeping look. Ah-hah! There they were! Julian walked over to the desk, and grabbed the glasses there, carefully placing them over his eyes. He didn’t know if the bathroom would have contacts or not, and even if it did, Julian didn’t really care all that much about which eye-wear he used for any given day. It just really wasn’t that important to him. What was important, however, was finding out what was going on.

Before long, Julian had made his way downstairs, drawn to living room by some inexplicable force. The first thing he saw was how bright the room was. The sunlight flooded in from multiple windows, giving the tasteful furniture and white walls/carpet an almost heavenly appearance. Blue flecked eyes widened. It was beautiful. Julian could feel his heart lifting...-

But then he saw the other people. Julian’s hopeful expression fell, morphing into a scowl. Humans. His intense dislike for them coiled, snakelike. Julian scorching gaze swept over the one, two , three, four people. He had seen the doors down the hall (and had even heard a slightly worrisome ‘thump’ coming from one of the rooms), but had nevertheless hoped that he was alone in the house. But if the doors were any indication, there were more people than the three in the livingroom (or, the three in the livingroom and the one on the staircase, if he was being technical). There was girl who was even cussing. How distasteful.

As he continued down the stairs, closer to the other person, Julian’s pleasant smile was automatically plastered to his face. Time to play nice. As he came across the first person, who had long red hair, he prepared himself to say some sort of greetings to conform to the social norm. But as he opened his mouth, something about the person he was about to speak to registered.

She was tiny. Two feet shorter than him, at least. The top of her apple-red head only came about halfway up his chest. Julian’s love for small children kicked in, and he instantly crouched down, making them almost eye-level. There was this feeling blooming within him, one that only made an appearance when working with kids. All previous dislike vanished, and the affection he held for the small person sky-rocketed. He smiled again, one that was clearly genuine.

Julian picked up the nearby hat. It seemed like something she would wear, and perhaps that was the reason why she was so distressed. He handed it to her, his larger hand easily engulfing hers. “Is this yours?” He smiled again, unable to keep a straight face. “My name is Julian, how are you?”

Bo was still sitting confused and scared when a girl walked past without so much as a hello. Bo curled a little feeling scared and anxious. She knew already everyone was going to be taller then her. And her phobia of tall people kicked right it. She did not want to move from the staircase. She just wanted to stay there and hope anyone who was there would just ignore her. She closed her eye's tightly trying to work up her courage when a voice broke into the silence of her mind. "Is this yours?" Bo's eye's opened in shock and she turned her head up to see someone. She froze in fear for a second until she realized he had made himself eye level with her and she calmed down greatly.

Bo smiled and took the hat placing it on her head. "I-It is... T-T-Thank you..." She hugged her arm's feeling nervous but listened as he said his name. "I-I'm Bo... And... Well I'm not sure how to answer that... I'm scared... I guess... Umm... A-And you?" She could feel her leg's shaking a bit but she was trying to be brave and sociable at the moment. He was the first person to be this kind to her in quite awhile so she wanted to be nice... And show she wasn't anti-social and weird. She hated being called weird... It brought back memories of being alone at lunch and having people laugh at her as she walked away terrified from the cook at school who towered 3 feet higher then her.

Jesse looks over to the boy who had walked in covered in blood. "Well, i'm Jesse. You also should try on o new shirt. I don't think red suits you." She turned around to face the wall not wanting anymore people around her. She already hated everyone.

Miho wakes kicking and flailing in the dark, gasping for every breath she can muster, the fear of death consuming her as she struggles to dislodge the hands of the man who is trying to choke her. Finally she ceases struggling, she ceases fighting against... Nothing! Her eyes open wide, her mouth hangs open, she's not choking, not being assaulted. "Where am I?" she wonders staring into the darkness,

What's the last thing you remember?
"It was...it was someone... someone... I think... Oh, I don't remember for sure." She mutters to herself staring blankly, her hands around her neck.

Car tires screeching on the pavement?
"No. I don't re...mem...ber that..." her thoughts drifting, confused, trying to remember what had just happened. Before she can continue the voice continues.

Fire? Gunshot?
"No." she mutters in a voice barely audible even to her. "I was... OMG!" she screeches, "I was being choked."

It's fine if you don't remember. But you will.
"What?" she asks nervously, realizing for the first time that she can hear a voice. But, she doesn't think anyone else is in the room. The voice feels more like it's in her head. "Am I going crazy?" she wonders.

Before she can continue her thoughts the voice returns. Tell me, were you bullied? Maybe you were the bully."
"Bullied or bully? I... I guess I was bullied." she nods now certain of that. "You see, I was..." she starts to explain when the voice interrupts.

Regrets? Oh yeah, everyone regrets it.
Miho sits still, her hand massaging her throat while balancing her body with the other, "Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do. I regret I was always the weak girl instead of being stronger." she whispers.

Listen here. Apparently everyone deserves a second chance. Yeah, even you.
"Who are you?" she blurts out looking around the room. "Where are you?" She calls taking stock of the darkness, trying to figure out where the voice is coming from, if it's safe to get off the the bed she's sitting on.

Then the lights come on. Miho covers her eyes as her pupils contract trying to protect themselves from the painful light that is washing into them. When they finally adjust, she takes stock of the room she's in and more importantly, trying to find the person attached to that voice. Miho has never seen a room this grand before. The room is huge, with a large oak dresser, a beautiful mirror, lovely works of art that she has only ever seen in books. The bed she is sitting on appears to be very old, it's large canopy overhead with beautiful curtains hanging down, drawn open by gold spun ropes that give her a view of the dazzling room. The sheets are soft and sheer, the pillows fluffy and seemingly brand new and a white stuffed bear laying on the pillows, reclining against the headboard as if this is his room. She picks up the bear and stares at him, she squeezes the bear trying to find a microphone or something where the voice could have come from, but finds nothing. "You're cute." she says bouncing the bear. "Do you know where that voice came from?" she smiles at it. "Didn't think so. Oh, God! I'm talking to a stuffed animal. I knew I was going crazy." she laughs. "I'll call youuuuu... Gom-sa." she says laughing again. "You are cute." she says hugging her.

At the other end of the room, across from the bed is a large picture window. Miho slowly slides off the bed and, hugging the bear to her chest, walks over to the grand looking window. "Wahhhhh!" she gasps as she gazes at the large garden outside. The trees, the bushes, the lawn, everything is so beautiful and so well cared for. When she looks left and right she realizes just how big this house and estate must be. "Amazing!" she gasps, "This must belong to someone very rich." she decides, showing the outside to the bear as if it could really see, "It's beautiful. Don't you agree Gomsa?"
Miho looks down at her body and stares. noticing that she's wearing her full school uniform. She stands puzzling; she remembers...she thinks she remembers taking off the tie and her skirt, that she was unbuttoning shirt, "Maybe it was a dream?" she wonders aloud. "Or maybe who ever owns this house saved me?"

Miho returns toward the bed and sets Gomsa down on the bed against the pillows, "You should probably stay here. I'm gonna go check and see what's in the house." As Miho gets to the door she chuckles briefly, "I am crazy!" she shakes her head, "Talking to a stuffed animal.

Miho opens the door and slowly slides into the hall. She looks both ways and sees no one, "Hello!" she calls out softly. "Hello." Receiving no reply, she walks her way toward the stairs, her socks softly padding on the floor beneath. "This place is so huge." she whispers. When she reaches the stairs she stops and gazes in awe at the beautiful craftsmanship of the center area of the estate. The fine etching, the beautifully painted walls, the gorgeous paintings that hang on them, everything seems so carefully designed she could stand and gawk at the foyer all day. "If only I had a camera or a sketch pad." she muses.

Miho reluctantly returns to the issue at hand, finding the owner. "Hello?" she calls out a little more loudly than before. She waits briefly for an answer, receiving none, she heads downstairs. She slows briefly a time or two to marvel at the artwork on the walls and to stare at the fine sculptures and woodwork this place has. When she reaches the bottom she thinks she hears something, voices maybe. She stops and listens again, it's voices, "Oh, thank God!" she exhales. Normally the thought of meeting new people would intimidate her, but she is now sure she nearly died the other night, that someone was choking her. So, whoever lives here must have saved her and dressed her back in her uniform and laid her on the bed. "He or she must be a good person." she concludes.

As she gets closer top the room, she slows, there are several voices coming from inside the room and they don't sound friendly;
"Who are you people?"
"Well, i'm Jesse. You also should try on o new shirt. I don't think red suits you."

Miho stops, nervously debating whether to continue, "If they're having a family fight, I don't want to intrude. They might yell at me." she worries. "But, I'm already this far. They have to know I'm here. I mean, someone brought me here. It'll be okay." she tells herself, trying to get the courage to continue. Taking a deep-breath she continues walking, as she reaches the corner of the entrance she checks herself; She fixes the white shirt of her sailor top, pulls the wrinkles and adjusts the pleats of her navy blue skirt, pulls up her navy socks just above her knees and straightens her red tie. "Perfect." she mutters, "Or as perfect as I'm gonna get."

"Here we go." she sighs. Miho steps into the room, bows, then rises and waves with both hands, "Hi. I'm Miho Haragawi. I want to thank whoever saved me." She stops abruptly, looking around the room at the group assembled; not only do they not look like a happy family, they don't look like a family at all. A chill runs up her spine, "This was a mistake." she says to herself, her smile still planted on her face.

Thomas was unable to respond. Outside stimuli seemed to have no effect. All noises meshed into one noise, every single part becoming of equal volume to other parts. Or so his mind made it. He couldn't concentrate. There was too much noise. He eventually opened them to find a girl sitting across from him. He simply stared, and remained silent. The room was now filled with people. Thomas didn't particularly dislike people, but had a general aversion to them. He would much rather do other things, unless the other person was interesting enough. So far, no one was that interesting to Simon. He tried to see the light in someone's eyes before, and it was lost to him. He doubted he had any either.
"So, do you know where the f*ck we are?"
The girl across from him began to address someone else after a short while of Thomas sitting there without response. A loud, tall person covered in blood. Judging by the appearance of blood on his shirt and Thomas' own scarring, he assumed that this person may have simply looked like this in death. He didn't know if people were taken here in the form they were in at the time of their death, but healed. Thomas did not have any blood on him, despite being shot a lot. Whatever the case, he decided to reserve judgement. It was not needed. More information was needed, and the differences might be trivial all along. In the instant he thought this, the same girl had moved to face the wall. Woops. There went another chance to socialize. Welp, maybe there would be many more. It seems even more people were here, including a lop-sided girl in the hallway. Of the noise that bothered Thomas, half of it might have had to do with her, if she fell. Well, whatever the case, someone was tending to her. Hopefully she would be fine. Thomas stopped and watched, motionless except for his eyes and head. He watched everyone. The people who entered all appeared to be around his age, and some seemed to be a problematic bunch. Of course, he knew nothing about any of them, so they all seemed suspicious. He heard, from earlier, somewhere, people yelling sentences and questions after pauses. He counted the pauses and tried to remember the few sentences he could understand. It seemed that it was possible they were yelling responses to the same things Thomas had heard before, given where the noise seemed to come from. Maybe they were here under similar circumstances. Unfortunately, he was too spaced out to at the time to remember. He might as well have been dead at the time. Or almost dead. It didn't matter. Then he heard a girl's voice. He couldn't make out everything, or anything at all. She seemed to be in the living areas, like what he himself woke up in. He sat, deciding to be a bystander. He kept his thoughts to himself. Besides, they would probably figure it out, eventually. Until then, he observed without moving anything but his head and eyes. . .The deafening crowd was disgusting. He wanted to leave, but decided against it. Learning was dangerous, after all. It required being in situations one does not necessarily want to be in.

After about ten more minutes of being bored Cas decided that she might as well find out who everyone was. This is gonna suck... she thought with a groan. She stood up and looked around the room at everyone before rolling her eyes. Might as well say [i]something[/]... someone was bound to reply.

"Well...." She rubbed the back of her neck and looked at everyone in turn again. Such a variety of people. "I'm Cas and I don't know what the hell we are doing here...but I sure as hell remembering dying. So ... anyone else or am I the crazy one in this starburst packet bunch?" She crossed her arms over her front and waited.

It was then that she noticed someone wrapped in a sheet and standing in the doorway looking terrified. She felt her heart twist just a little and waved smiled a little bit at the person, hoping that maybe they wouldn't be so scared. She stopped her thoughts in surprise. Since when did she care about people at all? She went back to examining the other people in the room.

What's the last thing you remember?
Was it car screeching? Was it fire? Gun shot?
It's fine if you don't remember right away.
So tell me... Were you the bully? Or the bullied?
Any regrets? yeah... most people regret allot...
Listen... everyone deserves a second chance right?
Well here's yours.

Wake up!

Light, it came unexpected to Vane as his eyes slowly opened. "So the trap of life is hard to escape after all.." Taking a few moments to even sit up, he slowly looked around the room. This was definitely not the hospital, as the surroundings were far too comforting. There were two bookshelves, one consisting of readable material, and the other seemed to hold various pendants as if on display. So even without getting up and looking into the wardrobe, he could tell the room was personalized for him. Greeting the pillow once more as he fell back, he chose to simply stare at the ceiling. Life had taken a cruel turn allowing him to live, and even more so, to be greeted with things of his taste.

To think, a car had managed to kill an entire family by such a simple impact. Yet, a twelve floor drop couldn't do the trick to end one boy's life. He could still remember the wind that rushed all around him. The peace of mind just before death, believing that it would set everything right. Not once did he regret making the choice to drop, so why was it that life forced him to live. Surely, if he was allowed to continue is was simply so he could be a tool. After all, everyone looks for a chance to gain money or power correct? So whoever had kept him within the cruel confines of the world was probably after his parents money. Was that it? Those with money are granted a long, painful, and lonesome life?

Finally allowing himself to get out of the bed, taking a few gentle steps before continuing across the room to the pendants. A coma, that is how he would explain it to himself. It would make sense to wake up in an unfamiliar area, yet a place decorated with his own personal things. Treatments must have been difficult to keep the muscles properly in his legs for the time. The fact that no machines sat beside his bed was the only thing missing from his theory. It would have to mean someone came in the room personally everyday to give him nutrients and other daily needs while he was asleep. His hands delicately ran over each of the pendants, there were some he knew, and others that seemed new. His collection apparently grew in the time of his absence. To think, the family that died must have collected a material item like this, but they will never get to see it expand.

Leaving the small display behind, he walked towards the far wall opposite of the door. The wardrobe, now opened even contained some of his clothes, as to be expected. Of course he was almost completely naked. It would be bothersome to cloth and undress an unconscious body everyday. "I wonder how long it has been.." His voice was muttered, knowing it was useless to ask the empty air, but wanting his voice to reach out. That's right, if he approached this calmly and logically, it was simply the curse of life. By the room, he could tell that it was well funded, meaning his family probably had something to do with this. He had to be in some location that was meant for higher society citizens.

Black slacks, a black t-shirt, and a deep blue corduroy tailored jacket. That is what Vane chose to put on, as it would be proper to dress at least half decently. He would not deserve any welcomes, or any cries of joy that may erupt from his family in greeting as he desired the death he attempted. However, what right did he have to shallow his greed on the only two in the world that even pretended to want him around.

Opening the door to the room, he looked out. No staff could be seen walking the halls, but distant voices could be heard. Turning back to the display bookshelf, he retrieved a small tribal pendant, hanging it on the outside door handle. This would make his room easier to find amongst the ones in this hall as he went in search of the voices. However, thinking about voices he had to wonder whose it was that spoke to him in his sleep. They sounded unfamiliar, like a complete stranger to him. Could it have possibly been the staff member that is taking care of him?

When he stood at the top of the stairs, the voices came much clearer. "....I don't know what the hell we are doing here...but I sure as hell remembering dying. So ... anyone else or am I.." The voice came from a room down below, a few words seemed to escape him as he could barely hear. His eyes fell on the pair at the bottom of the stairs, a taller guy with a rather short girl. The words had to register through his mind multiple times. That voice came from another room, meaning more had to be in there. It was probably the first of the bunch to break out based on the question asked, but the question itself was defying logic. The chances of one or two people waking from a coma within the same hour is a possibility. But the chances of four or more? The way that it was asked even, no one in that room could be an adult, let alone a staff member. That, or not only high class members of society come through here.

Then again, the guy at the bottom of the stairs, his clothing style was rather unique. 'What is this?', his thoughts echoed in his mind. Nevertheless, he chose to turn around and go back down the hall. He was afraid to confront anyone, afraid of them pushing away despite his now confused state. He had it together, this was a safe place, his family had to of put him here. But if members of mixed societies are here, and there is no coordination in what is happening. Not to mention, the one he heard mentioned dying. 'Purgatory? Is that what this is?' Leaning against the wall by his door, he sat. 'What the hell is this!?'

"I-I'm Bo... And... Well I'm not sure how to answer that... I'm scared... I guess... Umm... A-And you?"

Bo, huh? A short name for a short girl. But it wasn’t any secret she was scared, it was, in all honesty, glaringly obvious. Julian was about to answer, but then the other people started to show up.

The bloodstained Italian was loud and annoying. He wanted answers? What made him think that the gathering of confused people had any?

That dark haired girl who had been previously cursing decided to butt her head into other’s affairs. Julian’s smile dropped a fraction when he heard her point out that which what was perfectly clear to everyone else. Ah. Those who pointed out the obvious never failed to grate on his nerves.

The Japanese girl was an idiot. Not much else to say about that.

Then there were a few others who had not deigned to speak yet, but that didn’t stop Julian from imposing his judgments upon them. He scanned the room, noticing a few more interesting people hovering about the edges of the living space. The most notable of which being a shirtless guy, and a girl hiding in her comforter.

The guy? Ew. What drove him to wander about half-naked in a stranger’s home? He was the kind of idiot who would inevitably get themselves date-raped, sad (not really) but true.

And the girl? Well, Julian really couldn’t blame her. Blankets were sometimes just too comfortable to resist.

Julian’s smile had completely vanished at this point. Mmhm. And the humans never fail to live up to their reputation. Though then again, this batch seemed to be particularly revolting.

But he had to deal, like always, and returned his attention back to the small red-haired maiden. “Scared? Well, I suppose you have good reason to be. We are, after all, in some stranger’s home filled with unfamiliar and potentially dangerous people. And since you are physically weak and practically unable to defend yourself, you, out of all of us, have the most reason to be frightened.”

Bo was even more scared when people began yelling swearing and yelling some more she cringed. "I hate... w-when people are so rude... s-so loud." She pulled her hat lower and kept her gaze away. "I-I'm not scared... C-Cause I-I'm weak... I-I just h-have a p-phobia of t-tall people... Please... Don't judge me f-for it like most people do..." She bravely lifted her head to gaze up at the tall stranger. Her bright blue eye scanned his face. She could tell he was an interesting fellow already by his eyes... But she could also tell he wasn't like her... He was somebody that could hurt people... and would hurt them... and had. But she had just asked him not to judge her... So she would not judge him on mere theories. She would try and get to know him... People could always surprise you if you did.

Bo lowered her gave once more before her phobia kicked in and made her have a total panic attack. She listened as people began to question there location and why. Bo wanted to answer. Really she did. But she feared that it would draw attention to herself. Finally working up her courage she managed to speak up... Sorta. "M-Misses Cas... Your not... Crazy... I jumped in f-front of a car... To save a little boy... I-I Should be dead... But like you... I'm here...But for the record... I-It's nice to meet you... I-I guess...Ummm...Given... The c-circumstances" She closed her eye's keeping her head lowered so people would not see her face. Had they heard her? Would it even matter if they did? Probably not. Being small had the advantage that around new people she could easily disappear... But around people who new her and bullied her... No such luck.

Jesse looked over at the annoying red-head who constantly stuttered. She gave her a death glare but no one seemed to notice, Jesse didn't care. She was sick of all of these annoying people, and what was with the half naked guy? Geez, was he trying to gross everyone out? Jesse sighed quietly so no one would hear her and she quickly ran past everyone starting to get anxiety, she ran up the stairs and into the last door in the hallway. She didn't care if anyone thought she was stupid she just couldn't be near people anymore.

Bo had felt eye's on her for a fleeting moment. The glare of someone judging her. She frowned. Things never changed no matter where she went... People always judged... ALWAYS... She opened her eyes and sighed when at the corner of her eye she swore she'd spotted someone. A boy with long hair looking confused and probably just as terrified as herself and the others. But when she'd blinked... He was gone. Time passed and soon one of the people in the room announced he was going to go outside. Bo was going to follow when she'd remembered the terrified boy who'd been at the top of the stairs... Where had he gone. Bo turned and looked up at the stairs and pondered for awhile before she decided slowly but surely to make her way back up the stairs.

At the top and in the hall she spots the one girl... Cas the one who'd probably glared at her... She ignores her though. Instead she looks passed the two girls and down the hall's a longer way where indeed there is the strange boy with the long hair. He still looks scared... Bo walks into the hall and bows her head as she passes the girls. Wanting to disappear wanting to make herself part of the scenery. She moves all the way down the hall until she's standing in front of the boy. Bo stared down at the young man before sitting down in front of him putting on her bravest smile reaching out and touching the boy's shoulder. "I-It's o-o-ok to be... s-scared... Everyone... i-is... But p-please don't s-stay here..." She inhales and exhales rapidly refusing to let her phobia take over and make her panic and run. "W-Will... You come out into... t-the maze with m-me... Cause... I-im scared.. a-and unsure... to." She swallows and keeps her head raised so he can see her face. But despite how brave she was trying to be she could feel her whole frame shaking and her hand was frozen on the boy's shoulder. Too late she was having a panic attack stuck in place frozen trying not to thing of how tall and probably scary the boy was when he stood. She needed to be brave... She had to be brave... Had too...

Vane's head drooped, now uncertain of his position mentally, and physically. If he followed a few beliefs, it was impossible to be in Purgatory, as he would have gone straight to hell the instant he chose to end it all by suicide. His parents, in no shape or form brought him here, that he now understood. But one thing irked him, 'Do I deserve a second chance?'. It was his selfishness that came to kill innocents that were simply enjoying life. It was his behavior at school that forced him into a temper that he could blame no other for. Surely he was not forgiven, there was no way. The gods must be cursing him to live through more pain, 'I'm afraid...'. But was he allowed to be afraid?

"I-It's o-o-ok to be... s-scared... Everyone... i-is... But p-please don't s-stay here..."

'Is it?' Vane's mind greeted the voice before his vocal words. Then again, with the rest of her words, he knew he was already being pushed away. It was natural to him, to be isolated and forced out. But, the girl's voice seemed to stutter, so much in a way that she had almost too little strength behind it. She was speaking with too much fear in her, so the wording was simply awkward. He knew this, the life of a social family is what he was raised in after all. Just, why now did he actually take the time to think before acting, perhaps that was fear as well.

"W-Will... You come out into... t-the maze with m-me... Cause... I-im scared.. a-and unsure... to."

Ahh, what a sweet, frail girl this one was. Vane quietly looked up at her, and just as he assumed by her voice she was shaking. He assumed it might be a case of androphobia, and despite it the girl was still trying to comfort him in a way. However, even in this position he could tell her height would not add to much. Following her arm, he finally noticed the small hand on his shoulder. ' Such a fragile girl, to think that I wouldn't even notice her physical touch. Was I that distracted, or is just her?' Really, even in this place, wherever it was, he let himself be before others. To think that such a fragile person would be the one to fall into his hole of self pity.

Looking towards the door handle, he delicately reached out for the tribal pendant to pull it off. Then he would hold it between the both of them by the chain. "You are afraid of me right?" The people around him, if they all did share the common trait of death, then even one so fragile as this has suffered. Too afraid to kill herself, to fragile to have been in a fight, just how would one such as this die? "This is a Tribal Pendant. They express strength of spirit." It was a lie, he never took the time to look into what the different pendants meant, only what they were. But perhaps, in some way he was right, or even wrong he could attempt to redeem himself for dragging her into his mess. "Would you take it, and allow me to come with you to that maze?"

That's right, he did not deserve to be pitied or helped. The least he could do was payback someone that attempted to help one not worth saving. Even if the paths split at the end, he would simply be back where he started, alone. A fake smile spread his lips, wanting to comfort the girl while keeping himself unattached. If he could keep himself thinking, this is simply to pay back a debt, and not for his selfish desire, he should be capable. After all, he no longer was allowed to have such luxurious things in his life. "Just stay strong, and lead the way, right?"

"Ummmm..." she Miho calls out, "I... I saw you... I was standing in the doorway to the living room when you left. You looked upset. Are you okay? Do... do you want someone to talk to? I mean, I'm a good listener if you want." she pauses for a few seconds. "I just want to know you're all right." Jess stands up opens the door slowly and walks out. She sees a scared girl. Jesse knows she is trying to be nice and her mind quickly goes back to Ana. She was reminded of how they became friends, Ana asked her if she was okay when she was crying and alone in the bathroom. Jesse looked towards the girl. "Thanks, I am ok." Jesse slowly walks down the hallway and down the stairs. She heard a girl say smething about the rose maze as she was walking so she decided to go adventure in it.

Bo slowly calmed down as the boy talked and she listened quietly to each word he said. "I-I'm n-not... scared... o-of you... o-or death... o-or... anyone... I-Im scared... o-of how tall.. you are... i-its a phobia..." She pulled her hand away slowly from his shoulder and let her hand fall into her lap. Bo hated how people saw her. fragile weak...She did not want to be something delicate. She wanted to be a person. But why was it so hard for her to come across as herself... Why why did she have to be so trapped? She stared into the boy's eyes and she felt saddened. 1 because she knew that he saw her as a delicate little thing... and 2 because some part of him hard already given up part ways. Bo let a real smile fall onto her face. "I-I hope... y-you know... I-Im not d-doing this... o-out of p-pity... O-Or anything... I-I just wanna m-make a friend... a-and make s-sure... no one... no one... give's up... s-so if your g-going to smile... d-don't give me a-a lie o-ok mister?" She stood and put a brave smile on her face and held out her hand to the boy to help him up.

She waited until he stood before adjusting her hat to hide her face. "B-by t-the way... I'm Bo, Bo Miel... N-No I-i'm, not french... J-Just adopted... I-I d-died s-saving a-a little b-boy from b-being... run o-over... And you? I-It's ok i-if y-your a-ashamed o-or sad a-about it... o-or don't w-wanna say... j-just b-be b-brave too ok? I-If we g-got a second c-chance... t-that means that... d-deep down... were a-a good person somewhere. I-I think... n-no I know... you must be too...Somewhere..." She smiled a little at the thought. If the voice had meant what it said about second chances. It was probably for a good reason. That meant that even if people looked or acted scary... Maybe... Maybe they were good on the inside... She smiled a little more. Maybe they could teach her to be brave... Or she'd meet someone who'd want to be her friend. Instead of laughing at her phobia. It would be nice if she did.

Ah, so her phobia was different than he had initially guessed. Then again, with her stature it should not have been very much of a surprise. Though, he did feel slightly relieved to think it was a fear she had to face multiple times, not just for his sake alone. Though, even when she said that this meeting was not through pity, it was rather hard to believe her. After all, her first words came, knowing his fear. Or perhaps it was just his mind wanting to feel the pity he was unworthy of. Nevertheless, his motions froze when her talking ended. 'So she saw through my lie, huh?', a small chuckle escaped him. Of course such a blatant lie would be exposed, right? Social training, that is what he wanted to call it, but again it was hot air wasn't it? Reaching for her hand, he pulled himself up, slightly using the wall behind him to make sure he would stand.

Noting how she adjusted her hat, it was probably the phobia kicking up a notch. To think, she had such an issue. A small girl afraid of tall people, things must have been pretty rough for her to just walk about normally. It somewhat made sense, if someone had androphobia, they probably wouldn't just approach their fear for another. But if it was a fear they constantly had to face anyways. Vane let out an audible sigh, listening to the stuttering that came from the girl. She could not help it, and he full well knew it. Crouching down to lower than her head level, he poked up the front of the hat. Died by saving a little boy, how much nicer of a last memory that had to of been. But to think, someone afraid of tall people would jump in front of an even bigger vehicle to save someone. "Well then, Miss Bo Miel. My name is Vane, Vane Starros. Let's both work to become a little braver. And with no more lies huh?" He raised his pinky, knowing it was a rather childish way to form a promise, but it was probably the best thing in comparison to a hand shake.

This girl, to think she was even asking him to be brave. Was it that she could tell he was somewhat afraid of allowing himself the luxury of companionship. Or is it something more simple, like her own greed, wanting him to be afraid so she herself would not feel so scared. Another small chuckle came from Vane, as he knew the second thought process was a dead end. Someone that would willingly jump to their death in order to save another, they would not think in such a selfish way, right? "I died, because I just couldn't fight it anymore.." That's right, he was a coward on the inside, just running away wasn't he? Standing back to full height and taking a step or two down the hallway he turned. "You don't want anyone to give up? Then let them see that smile of your's more often instead of hiding your face away." He smiled lightly, waiting to see if she would actually continue to fight her phobia and walk along side him.

Bo froze a little when he lifted her hat but she let him and met his eye's with her own shocking blue one's. She blinked as he presented his pinky and she smiled... The type of smile that wasn't just one with one's mouth but with there whole body. "Alright..." She met his pinky with her own and wrapped it around his and shook it for extra measure. "No more l-lies... and a little braver... I-I'm putting s-some faith in you... s-so please d-don't let me down." She smiled up at the boy and let go of his pinky and adjusted her hat once more. This time not pulling it down as much... Just adjusting it enough so it sat comfortably on her head.

At the mention of how he died her smile left and she turned her head to look up at him. "Alright... I-Il try to smile m-more... But only i-if you try m-more... Now c-come on... w-we have a m-maze to explore." She twisted her hat on bravely and gave smirk. "By the w-way...w-when we reach the maze... t-try and keep u-up... I might be small b-but I'm a little w-wild too." She gave a lopsided grin and small giggle as she set off down the hallway in a happier mood this time her wild rose red hair following behind her. She turned back once too make sure Vane was following but also to steal a glance at the tall boy. He was kinda scary like the others... Not because he was scary... but because he was tall. But even so Bo hopped to be friends with him. In a way they had both given up and in a way they were both scared and lonely. In fact Vane reminded Bo allot of herself... but in a different way. Maybe that's why she hopped to befriend the tall long haired boy... Long haired... His hair was long. Bo blinked as she remarked this to herself. She'd never met a boy with long hair before... But it wasn't bad that he had long hair... Only... different it made her wonder if it was like hers... Probably not... His looked all pretty and straight, her's was wild and unruly... Why was she even considering his hair? Perhaps her brain was trying to distract her from the height difference... Or maybe she just really wanted to pet it... "Im starting to understand why people called me weird." She pondered to herself.

Following behind her, he could not escape the thoughts to come. That girl, so delicate, and yet so carefree. He couldn't help but think of what would have happened if they met before their deaths. Then again, knowing his past self, he probably would have ignored her, then blamed her for it in some shape or form. Yet Bo continues to go against her phobia to actually talk to people, and save a life before she dies. Was she that way before, or has she changed? The sight of her turning made him quickly back away from his thought process. ' You are the energetic one, aren't you?', his words made it no further than his mind. Just as she said before, wild was a trait he wouldn't be surprised to see in her now. If she had no phobia blocking her way, she would probably be a free spirit bouncing around place to place, just like the hair tailing behind her. Really, life was cruel with even the fears it places.

Soon enough, they would come to the stairs. To think, he didn't even get past the first step before turning around. The blocks on his personality are quite annoying, since even in a logical train of thought, it would have been better to stick around and listen. With his fingers rubbing the small metal pendant in his hand, he continued to follow. He should have probably put it back on the door handle, but following the moment he pretty much forgot. ''Whatever, I will find that room eventually..' Eventually.... He has even already accepted the fact of being here without a struggle, how pitiful.

"Bo, do you like mazes?" The question may have been random, but at least it was not completely off topic. In truth, he simply wanted to see if he could carry on a simple conversation. "Actually, do you even know how big it is?" A maze, it still could not get out of his head. He shrugged it off like it was nothing surprising, but she had gathered more information about the place than he had despite her phobia. Or perhaps a couple of the rooms had windows.. After all, with a hallway there is a chance that a few of them do. And with the amount of people he could see and hear now, there had to have been some that did a little sightseeing.

Bo blinked as Vane asked her a question. "I... I d-don't know... n-never been i-in a maze b-before... but... I s-suppose t-there kinda... beautiful... i-in a strange way...In fact... t-they might even be fun!" She smiled at the thought and hopped down the stairs luckily not falling this time. When she reached the last few stairs she lept down and spun around to face Vane. "Your turn." Bo waited for him to descend the stares before she headed off to the entrance of the mansion. It was strange being here. Despite the fact the home was so large she found it was easy to navigate... Almost like she'd been here before. Yet each room still presented a certain amount of awe and awkwardness. Like being in a strangers home. It almost made Bo wonder if maybe the whole voice talking about second chances was more accurate a truth... But if that was the case... Would the whole exploring the maze be futile? She dismissed the thought. Even if it did turn out to be futile it was better to try and fail then to just give up without trying at all.