Tomorrowland

Tomorrowland

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Introduction




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[Loosely based off, and inspired by, the UK TV series Skins and a role play I used to be in on here created by EchoRose.]




Plot
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Everyone has secrets- small or big, unimportant or life-changing... but some secrets can't be kept forever. For these teenagers, everything is about to come out-- But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start at the beginning. They had been best friends since sixth grade, and were nearly inseparable all through middle school. It wasn't until high school that feelings started getting involved. She couldn't help but fall for him, and he couldn't help falling for pretty much any pretty face. He was the quite one of the group-- that is, until you got some alcohol into him. Though the group threatened to drift apart, drugs and alcohol seemed to always pull them together again. Some had sorrows they wanted to black out from, others had lives they just needed to escape. Tomorrowland. Their escape. Their own little world of drugs, alcohol and no regrets... at least, it used to be.


Now it's the end of their senior year of high school and the real world is starting to settle onto their shoulders. They can only hide their secrets for so long before everyone finds out. Is their life of partying over, or will they throw caution and responsibility to the wind? Will he change, or can tigers really not change their stripes? Summer has just begun, and the group is in a run to their favorite place-- Tomorrowland.






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Ky|| 19 || The Manwhore || Face Claim: Colton Haynes || TAKEN
The star of the football team. Mr. Perfect. The guy every girl wants-- and can have, if they're pretty enough.


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Lizzie || 18|| Girl with a Secret || Face Claim: Lindsay Voth || TAKEN
Her family think she's the ideal daughter. Good grades, obedient, honest. They couldn't be more wrong- and Lizzie's secret could rip her family apart.


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Brik || 19 || Mr. Not-So-Perfect || Face Claim: Diego Barrueco|| TAKEN
Silent suffering. His friends have no idea the battle that rages on inside his body. An eye on the clock and two feet on the dance floor.







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1. The only character you control is your own.

2. This is always said last, so… Let me say it second? HAVE FUN!

3. Please follow the standard rules of RP; no killing anyone without their permission (and mine), don’t constantly post and leave people out…. The standard ^^

4. Please be as realistic as possible.

5. All posts will be in third person. <3

6. Any disappearances for more than a week with no warning will be removed from the rp and the spot opened up.

7. We are looking for someone who will be active, so again, please, if you do not plan to commit; don't PM me.

8. Adult content can be implied, yet not detailed. RPG rule. Fade to black or time skips will suffice. (You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here! ;3)

9. REAL human pictures/FC for character sheets ONLY.

10. I will not accept requests to join in the OOC- you MUST private message me. This shows me that you read the rules and are dedicated to joining. (:


Lastly, and not so much a rule but more so a... 'so you know'... I know we have a limited number of slots, so if you are super interested in the rp, PM me. You must have a character idea and explain how your character fits into the storyline. As GM I reserve the right to deny anyone to my role play for any/no reason.


The Character Sheet
[You don't have to use this CS; it's just an option if you don't feel like making one ^^]
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Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore Character Portrait: Kyato Moore Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Phoenix de Jesús

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Lizzie Moore
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Saturday || Sunny with Clouds || Summer || The Island





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Lizzie stood awkwardly with one hand at her side, and the other holding her elbow. Her near-naked form trembled lightly as another gust of wind picked up the sand on the beach and tossed it against her legs. The feeling was something akin to being stabbed with a bunch of tiny needles, but instead of complaining she looked up listen to what Ky was growling. "Great! This is great guys." Sarcasm dripped like warm honey from his lips. Lizzie winced as she watched him open his mouth to speak again, but the words seemed caught in his throat. Raking his fingers through his hair, the jock turned angrily and stormed into the jungle- intent on destroying anything in his path.

"What are you doing? Ky! We have to find Phoenix and Brik! Wait! God damnit, Kyato!" Lizzie danced around on the sand for a moment, caught between wanting to follow him and wanting to stay on the beach in case Phoenix or Brik came looking for them. Lizzie was just about to go into the jungle after him when Ky emerged from the jungle once more, still fuming, but this time- turning his attention and rage directly onto the red haired girl. "Good job, Liz, this one really tops every other time you've fucked something up." Lizzie's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Are you fucking kidding me? You're really going to blame me?" "Look at where we are! Real fucking smooth, really." [color=plum]" I don't control the fucking weather, Kyato!"

Tears swelled up in her eyes as she glared at him, rage causing her fists to curl and shake at her sides. "Don't you start crying either, this is your fault, you stranded us on an island. Did you know that I have a meeting with talent scouts tomorrow morning? My one shot to go to college and get out of this fucking town." Lizzie stood, shocked into silence as tears began to spill over and run down her cheeks. "Fuck you," she mumbled softly, her voice shaking just slightly as the jock turned from her and began to pick up bits of debris from the boat. "Fuck you, FUCK YOU and your fucking college recruiter! You fucking suck anyway!"

Unable to bare looking at him, Lizzie took off running into the jungle- blinded by rage and tears. She ran as fast as she could, weaving through the large overgrowth of plants. "BRIK! PHOENIX! She screamed, her voice hoarse from crying. "Brik..." The names of her friends became choked in her throat as she slowed to a stop. With her lungs aflame, she looked around as she tried to catch her breath.

Just then, the sound of leaves being brushed aside caught her attention. "Go away, Ky!" Her voice was hostile and desperate. A figure began to take shape in the jungle, masked by leaves and the large roots and trunks of the trees. "Ky?"





The next thing Lizzie knew, she was falling. The image of a bright yellow light flashed into her view, but just as quickly she was passed out again. When she woke up the second time, she kept her eyes closed for a few moments after waking up. Something was wrong. Why do I feel so fucking heavy? My wrists hurt.. what the.. Very slowly she began to come back to reality. Slowly opening her eyes, her pupils were met with a harsh yellow light at the far end of what she could only assume was the room she was in. As her eyes began to adjust, Lizzie began to freak out silently. The room was filled with bodies, all bleeding- some decapitated. She began to breath a little quicker, heart pounding as she looked to her left and right- realizing that she was suspended in the air.

Panicking, Lizzie began to thrash around on her rope, sobbing as she kept her eyes closed as tightly as she could- trying desperately to rid her memory of the room. She began to hyperventilate, and just as quickly as she had awoken- Lizzie was passed out again.



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With arms straining to remain joined to his shoulders, Brik dangled haphazardly from an alarming height. Despite his lack of sight, Brik could tell that his surroundings were profoundly dank and grotesque. The smell was enough to give it away. It was nauseating. The rancid odor of corpses wafted in his nostrils, assaulting his senses harshly. He gagged bile and acid burning his uvula before he swallowed it all back down. He was panting, chest rising and falling as pure unadulterated fear traveled through his veins at the speed of light. He wasn’t sure what to expect at the moment. Was he about to be tortured? Murdered? Molested? He didn’t know. Warm liquid crawled down the length of his forearm and he was pretty sure it was blood…his blood from his raw wrists. Due to his constant struggle, Brik had succeeded in rubbing his flesh to the point of tearing. A stream of blood was now steadily falling to the ground, creating a puddle of essence underneath him.

A low strangled grunt rumbled through his chest almost resembling a roar as he struggled relentlessly. He tried to ignore the stabbing agony of rope rubbing against raw flesh, the acidic inferno that was clawing at his throat, the vile aroma of rot and decay. He had one mission—stay alive. Holding his breath, Brik shimmied, swung, and pulled, loud grunts and cries of pain echoing throughout the space until his right hand finally snapped the rope. He was left dangling from only his left wrist. He cried out blindly as his shoulder dislocated.

“Fuck!” Hot tears were filling his covered eyes as he clenched his teeth. This was going to hurt and he knew it. Brik used his weight, kicking his legs and swinging until the rope gave way. Then he was in free-fall, air rushing past him before he landed on his bed shoulder.

“FUCKING SHIT!” He screamed upon landing. He rolled onto his back, breathing heavily, coughing up bile. He laid there groaning in pain before finally building up the will to get up. Shifting onto his stomach, Brik looked up, eyes searching for an exit. He spotted a hole in the wall. Desperate, he took the chance, limping over to the portal and trying in vain not to collapse. He could have sworn he bruised his ribs. He walked into the hole only to plummet down into the space. Darkness devoured him and a scream of terror ranged throughout the air. The violent scent of rot relentlessly attacked him, and then before he knew it, he was on his back. His landing was less painful than he expected. He slowly turned; realizing that underneath him was a pool of blood, bone, and decaying flesh. Brik was in a river of death. Blood and guts surrounded him, coating his skin and Brik couldn’t do it, he couldn’t hold it anymore. He vomited.

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Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Phoenix de Jesús

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She'd remain on the cold ground for several minutes longer before she'd faintly hear someone approaching. It wasn't so much the foot steps she noticed as it was the low Gollum-like giggle she heard come from the person who approached her, something that caused more of a revolting feeling inside her gut than the nauseous smell engulfing the room upon his arrival ever could.
Phoenix still couldn't see but was so put off by the persons arrival she questioned whether or not she should speak again, however before she could decide she'd be pulled to her feet.

"Hey! What are you-"
Suddenly being pushed down onto what felt like a concrete board the wind would be knocked out of her.
She felt the person touching the bottom of her feet, but what they were doing would be lost on the groggy teen until her legs were pushed apart.
"My feet...." she whispered, as it was now apparent her legs were no longer bound together.

The realization of what was coming next hit her only a second or two before the person began fiddling with her shorts, causing her to squirm in place until she was unexpectedly bashed in the head and stomach repetitively by what she guessed was a mans fist.

Being out of it for a moment was enough time for the man, who didn't seem to understand the mechanics of using a button, to rip off her jean shorts and begin to do the same to her swimsuit bottoms.

"No..." she muttered, but the fear and confusion inside her quickly morphed into a full fledged rage.
"NO NO NO NO!!!!" Phoenix yelled as she found the energy to squirm vigorously.
Trying to keep her in place the man grabbed one of her ankles and wrapped his free hand around her throat, but he wasn't strong enough to keep her down, and when her free leg's foot landed a direct blow to his temple it was lights out.

At the sound of the limp body hitting the floor she'd panic and roll off the slab she was placed on - hitting the ground hard. She knew it would be hard getting anywhere with her hands behind her back and her eyes blindfolded, so in record time Phoenix put her flexibility to good use, sat down, and worked her hands around to the front of her torso - where she'd quickly remove the fabric blinding her eyes and stand.

"What the fuck..." she whispered, taken a back by the dark blood stained cave she was in. Her shock only grew when she caught glimpse of the man on the floor. He had nails on both his hands and feet that were longer than hers, he was covered in what looked to be blood and dirt, and he made a mild anorexic look obese.

However she wouldn't stay frozen in disbeleif for long, as an unidentifiable sound from outside the opened doorway snapped her back into reality, an as her eyes darted around the room she found a hole in the wall large enough to make her way through - which she'd quickly do. Unfortunately instead of a straight shot to the outside the floor within the hole quickly gave out, causing her to fall through a chute of sorts then land in a body of water.


Gasping for air Phoenix would frantically tear at the binds around her wrist with her teeth before pulling her wrist free, just in time to bump into a floating head and bloated detached torso - a sight that caused her to scream.
Thankfully she covered her mouth more than halfway through yelling out her location, but the disgust in the pit of her stomach lingered....so as she stood in the waist-deep water she'd squint - purposely narrowing her vision to the body parts hanging and floating all around her as she walked in a random direction.



Eventually the water began to vanish, being replaced by remains - a sight straight out of her favorite gore movie. In person however the smell was so rancid it nearly caused her to faint, but pinching her nose helped keep her grounded, and she continued on until the dim light within the tunnel slowly started to get brighter.
"An exit? It has to be! I must be getting close!"

Suddenly she'd have a pep in her step and begin to walk faster, and faster.........until a whole figure could be seen laying on the ground ahead, causing her to stop dead in her tracks.
The tunnel was still too dark to make the person out clearly but she knew if she could see them they could see her. So she'd quickly look around for something, anything, to use as a weapon - finally settling for a long stick with some kind of stone roped around the top of it.

Whoever was on the ground was obviously either hurt or otherwise incapacitated for the time being, giving her the upper hand even if only for a moment, so after a quick countdown in her head she'd begin to charge towards the figure with the stick raised high up into the air.
Once only a few feet away she'd go to swat at the person until she suddenly realized it was a familiar face.

"Brik!" she called out desperately, before falling to the ground and hugging him. It was then she noticed just how bad off he was. Wrist bloodied and raw, an arm oddly twisted, an a river of vomit on the other side of his body.
"Brik.." she again whispered, before remembering her goal - going towards the light.
"Come on, I got you."

It took almost all her energy to pull her friend to his feet, an as she placed his better-off arm around her neck her knees nearly buckled. However in an extreme show of adrenalin-fueled mind-over-matter Phoenix was able to continue moving towards the light - albeit slowly.
Almost half an hour later she'd finally locate the source of the light, and just like she hoped it was an opening - causing her pace to again increase until they winded their away around a bend and towards the gab in the stone.



"Oh, lovely." she complained, noticing the steep decline underneath the outside of the way out.
"I'm sorry...." Phoenix began, as she leaned Brik against the opening, climbed up so that she was in the best position, and then wrapped her arms around his from behind - interlacing her fingers on his chest as she struggled to pull him close to her."....this is going to hurt."


Without any warning she'd fall backwards out of the opening, an after a brief moment of being airborne begin to roll harshly down the hill, until coming to rest against a large tree trunk - the impact to her side causing her grip around Brik's arms to break.


Taking the brunt of the blow against the tree left her motionless on her stomach, at best she had bruised a few ribs, at worse she had fractured them.

"Brik, your...shoulder...I have to re-"
Before she could finish her barely audible sentence she'd pass out - her outstretched arm dropping to the ground in unison with her eyelids falling shut.

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Character Portrait: Kyato Moore Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Phoenix de Jesús

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Kyato Moore
"There will always be a tomorrow"






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"Fuck you," Ky stopped in his tracks as he heard the mutter from under her breath, having ignored her exasperated talking, but having perked up upon hearing the words slip past her lips. "Excuse me?" The athlete turned around slowly, eyes glaring angrily at the girl he cared for. "Fuck you, FUCK YOU and your fucking college recruiter! You fucking suck anyway!" Lizzie screamed, the words like daggers to his already weak body. "Newsflash Lizzie, you already did!" The young man exploded, snarling the words at her. How dare she? A muscle in his jaw flutter as he grit his teeth together, looking away from her quickly, hands clenched at his side in fists. When he went to look back at her she was gone, the only trace of her was the footprints she left in the sand and the rustling of bushes. "Go away, Ky!" He heard Lizzie's faint voice, throwing his hands in the air. "I'm no where fucking near you, calm the fuck down, Jesus Christ." Ky growled, swatting a branch away from his face as he trudged through the undergrowth.

ImageA blood curdling scream turned his blood to ice, eyes going wide, breath hitching in his throat. "Lizzie!" He bellowed, his slow walk turning into a full out run as he saw the movement of a dark figure through the trees. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?!" Ky was nearly on top of the guy, ready to lunge forward and barrel his shoulder into the man's back when his feet caught in the vines of the undergrowth. He couldn't help but fall, catching himself on hands and knees, coming face to face with a purple flower, shaking his head to clear the pain. Just as his eyes came back into focus white mist erupted from the flowers he had disturbed, the fumes entering his nose and mouth. The man staggered to his feet, stumbling forwards and to the side, swiping at his arms as if they crawled with insects. It suddenly felt like he was going to throw up, his gag reflex triggered, as if something was trying to claw its way out of him.ImagePlacing his hands on his head he screamed, his head pounding as if his skull were to split at any moment. "Lizzie," Ky whispered, trying to shake off the hallucinations and pain as he staggered for a few more feet before collapsing in the damp undergrowth of the jungle..



Ky awoke to a pounding head, knotted stomach, and dry mouth; inhaling sharply as he lifted his head up from the ground, eyes flying open. Sitting up he took a few minutes to gather his thoughts and wipe the mud off the side of his face, sweating and breathing hard as he painfully got to his feet. Using a tree for support on his first few steps he swayed around before finding his natural balance and equilibrium. Following the trampled undergrowth, obviously from a body being dragged, he came to the mouth of a cave, gulping loudly as he entered the wet darkness. It seemed the cave went on forever, though with each step the walls became narrower and floors more slippery and sticky. Just by the way his feet stuck to the floor he could tell what he was walking in was blood, making him visibly shudder. The further he went the more easy it was for him to detect the bitter sounds of terrified screams and echoing chants, twisting through the tunnels, guided only by sound and touch. Image As he rounded a corner he was suddenly blinded by yellow light, catching his breath as his eyes settled on the being standing before him. Pure fear made his body rigid, scrambling back into the wall as the bloody man started to turn around.

Unwittingly Ky had stepped back into a tight crevice within the wall, feet slipping on the slick ground, his entire body plummeting down, down, down. The man slid through the chute, closing his eyes as blood, intestines, and other body parts slapped at his face and chest. With a yelp of surprise they chute turned him sharply to the right, pushing more body parts loose from the walls. It had to be the most disgusting moment of Ky's life, the boy hyperventilating. Suddenly there was ground underneath him, pushing the air from his lungs as he landed with a thud. Wheezing he rolled to the side, his cheek resting against something wet and warm, eyes flying open to see Phoenix only a few inches away from him.

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Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore Character Portrait: Kyato Moore Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Phoenix de Jesús

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Lizzie Moore
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Saturday || Sunny with Clouds || Summer || The Island





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By the time she had woken up, it was nearly too late. A large cloaked figure was dragging her near lifeless body down a long, bloodied tunnel. She opened her mouth to scream, but found that it was bound by something-- something wet, and sticky. Intestines.

Bile came up in her mouth, but without a way to get rid of it, she was forced to swallow it again. Panic began to set in, and she violently began to claw at the ground. Sharp stones ripped at the pads of her hands, slicing them and causing her palms to bleed. Thin trails of blood stained the dirt, but the figure seemed unfazed by her thrashing. She cried out, but the sound was muffled and swallowed by the thick layer of innards that covered her lips.

Sobbing now, Lizzie watched helplessly as she was jerked around a corner. Her head slammed into the side of the stone, blacking her out once more.




When she came to the third time, she was drugged heavily but she could tell that she was tied to some sort of stone. The candle light above her was blinding. Her legs were pulled far apart, tied to each side of the slab she was laid out on. Her vision was coming in and out of view, but she could make out a figure. It came closer, and she could feel boney fingers on her thighs. She tried to mumble an objection, but nothing came out- her tongue would not move. Panicked, she tried to thrash her body away from the figure, only to realize her body was completely paralyzed.

Hot tears ran down each side of her cheeks as she helplessly laid on the alter, watching his figure move closer to her, up over her, until his waist was over hers. She screamed in her head, the strain of trying to speak causing blood to rush into her face. The lack of oxygen eventually caused her to loose herself once more, numb to the world as sweet blackness overtook her.



When she awoke, her rapist was passed out on the ground beside her. How long she had been there, she did not know, but what she did know was that the medicine.. or drugs... or whatever it was, had worn off-- and she could move. Carefully, she began to wiggle around in her restraints which were loosely tied around her.I guess you don't need restraints when you've drugged them, you filthy fucking bastard, she thought bitterly to herself. The smell of the room was nearly overwhelming. Once she was free, and knowing that the man could wake up at any moment, Lizzie grabbed a near by shard of fallen rock and slipped toward the doorway.

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She had almost made it out when she felt her wrist grabbed. On instinct she snapped around, swinging the shard of rock across the man's impossibly boney and thin neck. Instantly blood splattered out of his throat and across her face, neck, and torso. He gurgled on his own blood as he slowly fell to the ground. She had killed him. Terrified, but determined, Lizzie ran from the scene. The farther she ran, the more she cried. She was naked from the chest down now, having had her underwear robbed of her. As she ran through the tunnels, slipping between rocks to hide as the beings of the cave would pass, she came to one conclusion- if they didn't make it off this island, they were all going to die. If they aren't dead already...

Lizzie's heart broke at the thought. Her friends. Ky was right-- this was all her fault. Forcing herself to stay focused, Lizzie scrambled through what seemed like an endless maze of tunnels, stumbling upon more than one room that looked as if it were a meat locker for humans. Cannibals.. You've got to be fucking kidding me, she thought miserably to herself. As another group went to pass her, two figures with one figure drug behind them, Lizzie slipped into another hole in the wall- only this time, to lose her footing. She found herself tumbling down a slide of sorts. A slide coated in blood and organs, that is.

She would have screamed, but she couldn't find her voice so instead she just braced herself for a landing. When she finally came rolling to a stop, she felt herself begin to free-fall. Still unable to find her voice, she silently plummeted into a pool of blood and organs. Gasping for air, Lizzie came up from the oozing liquid- soaked head to toe in crimson life force. Staggering at the lack of air, due to the overwhelming smell, Lizzie staggered forward through the muck. She sobbed silently, and it was only the hint of light far ahead of her that kept her pushing forward. When she finally made it to the end, she could not see. The light of day was blinding. She took a trembling step forward as she held her arm above her head to block out the sun.

Her foot slipped past where she had meant to place it, and Lizzie found herself tumbling forward- down an embankment. Even still, she was unable to find her voice-- even as a piece of wood stabbed through the top of her left thigh, sending a searing pain through her system. When she landed, she might have looked like a sticky ball of blood. Just a few feet away she could see her friends, but though she wanted so badly to call out to them- she could not speak. She sobbed silently and looked down to her leg, where a large splinter of wood protruded out from her thigh. Hyperventilating once again, the skinny female passed out once more.




"Thank God we found you. We're here to help. Load them up. Be gentle! Quickly, quickly!"




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Monday || Sunny || Summer || The Hospital

Lizzie groaned quietly, slowly reaching a hand to her head. Bandages were wrapped around her palms and she felt like she was on a cloud. She slowly looked down to the bed she sat half laying, half sitting in. A hospital bed.' Greenview Hospital' read everywhere on all of the equipment around her. What had happened? "Phoenix! Brik! Ky!"

Suddenly she was snapped awake, and desperate to find her friends. She threw the covers off, only to find her grandmother waking up in a chair by her bed- standing to force her to stop. "Calm down, child," the woman hissed, gently forcing Lizzie back into the bed. "Please, you'll hurt yourself..." Lizzie sat in the bed, breathing heavily as she looked into the tired, and worried face that was her grandmother. "Where are they?"

Her grandmother slowly explained how the rescue crew had found them- following the signal that the yacht gave off as it went down. She followed up with a grandmotherly lecture about how they could have been killed, but mentioned nothing on the state that the coast guard had found them in. "As for those riffrafts.." "Are you fucking kidding me--" Her grandmother glared at her and held up a hand. "Language, young lady." Lizzie curled her hands into fists, shaking violently.

"Where. Are. They." "You need to rest." "WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY! BRIK! PHOENIX!" "Nurse! Nurse, come quickly! She's having another episode!" Lizzie cried out, but within seconds the sedative had taken over her system, calming her rapid heart beat once more. Groggily she looked around the room, as if searching for something or someone. Where are they?




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Brik’s mental stability was questionable before he stepped foot on the yacht, but now? Now, Brik was on the brink of losing his mind. His house was currently silent, not a footfall to indicate life through the walls. The silence was suffocating, brutal even, for Brik was now beginning to show critical symptoms of acute paranoia. He found himself constantly keeping his eyes on the door of his bedroom, waiting for something to take hold of him and drag him back to hell. Two days, Brik has been jumping at the mere sound of a door shutting. Four nights, he slept as images of crimson rivers laden with intestines, decapitated heads, and fecal matter bombarded his dreams, plaguing him like a parasite. Five days since he last felt safe. His mind gave him no mercy, no magnanimity to spare. He could feel it drifting into cosmos; convoluted, tortuous, relentlessly reminding him of the horrors that exist in the world.

He remembered coming to at the hospital, the blinding florescent lighting clawing at his retinas when he opened his amber eyes. He heard the whimpers before he saw his mother come into view, hovering over her child like a mother should. She cried, never speaking a word, just allowing the relief ro flood over her. His father was closely behind her, keeping his unrelenting composure. He had to be the strong one, but Brik knew that when no one was around, his father would lock himself into his office or a nearby bathroom, hiding from prying eyes as he prayed and dropped to his knees. Unlike Brik, Mr. Hamilton believed in God. He believed that Brik had a chance, but unfortunately, Brik had always been a hard person to persuade. Avery was there too, her usual make-up: undone, her glossy brown locks: frizzy, and her sparkling evergreen eyes, no longer vivacious. She looked sick with worry. “I thought I lost you,” she told him when Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton were discussing Brik’s well-being with his doctor. “Mom was screaming at the police when we got that call that you were found on an island. Dad had to hold her down, she was so upset.”

Did Brik feel guilty? Yes. Because of him, his mother suffered for his ignorance. Avery rested her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, simply pleased to know that it was still up and running. She was careful not to touch his bruised ribs as she reveled in the fact that her brother was safe. “They know about the drugs,” she said quietly. “Found a lot in your system.” Brik was unresponsive throughout their visits. Every day, his family would pretend that he hadn’t been stuck on an island with cannibals, that he wasn’t a self-destructive drug addict, and that he wasn’t still dying despite their efforts. For Brik, there was no happy ending, no silver lining to look forward to, nothing, but time to waste.

Now, Brik was lying in bed, his eyes boring a hole into the door. Tomorrow, he’d be starting his physical therapy along with meeting his new psychiatrist for the first time. Luckily for him, Avery talked his parents out of making him go to rehab. Since his return, Brik hadn’t uttered a word, simply viewed the world through blank and blind eyes; seeing nothing, barely hearing, never feeling. His parents were worried, his sister had hope, everyone was convinced that he could get better, everyone, but Brik.

Grabbing onto his crutch, Brik gingerly pushed himself out of bed, being sure not to bend enough to hurt his mending ribs. He struggled with the sling on his right arm and frowned down at the cask on his left leg, an injury he received after his free fall. He swallowed two capsules of Vicodin then meandered out of the premises, but not before he peeked his head out to make sure the coast was clear. Limping down the hallway, Brik gently knocked on Avery’s door and once she answered, Brik spoke the first words he’s spoken since the horrific event: “Hospital.”

Brik arrived at his destination a little after noon. His body was sore from walking through the parking lot with his cask on his leg. He limped to the front desk, requesting to see Lizzie, Ky, and Phoenix. Upon getting the room numbers, Brik made his way to Lizzie first. Once there, Brik silently meandered into the room, spotting her in a hysterical rage. Concerned, he furrowed his brows as she called out his name. “Lizzie,” he said, monotonously. “I’m fine, I’m here. Calm down…”

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Ky had felt the large blades of the helicopter blow hot air down on him as he was escorted by two men. They had instructed him to carry Phoenix to the beach, members of the national guard taking the girl from his arms and loading her into a bright orange and white helicopter. His senses were in overload, the noise, the people, the smell of diesel from the planes. Ky couldn't breathe, sitting down in the sand, gulping down air as he held his head between his knees. His vision was blurry as he watched Brik and Lizzie get loaded on to the planes, startling as a hand squeezed his shoulder. "C'mon kid, it's time to go home."


The doctors had told him how lucky he had been, no life threatening injuries, hardly any bruises, just a small cut above his eye, slicing through his brow. They had stitched him up, prescribed some antibiotics, and then released him to the police. Ky had spent the next two hours in a white room with bright lights, a voice recorder on the table, and a camera in the corner. There had been two officers, one that reminded him of a bowling ball and another that looked like he had killed a hundred men. The football player had told them anything they had asked about, was thanked for his cooperation, and then driven home.

His father stood in the doorway, eyes red and worried, enveloping his son in an embrace, holding him as if he never wanted to let go. It was then that Ky had caught up with everything that had happened, burying his face into his father's shoulder as he cried, not for himself, but for his friends. Ky hadn't been allowed to see them, despite his protests, and he dreaded the worst. The next few days had been quiet, but life went on for Ky, having the mentality that he could keep his mind busy by visiting his recruiters. The interview had gone smoothly and he would be contacted shortly about his living arrangements on the campus.

"I'll be back later!" Ky called out as he jogged down the stairs, grabbing a leather jacket off the railing as he practically sprinted out the front door. His bike had been returned to him the night before after being found by the docks, Ky mounting the Kawasaki. The engine came to life with a roar, purring between his legs as he teased the clutch and released the brake, back tire squealing as he hit the gas. It didn't take long for him to weave in and out of traffic, pulling into the hospital parking lot, easing his motorcycle up onto the sidewalk where he parked. It didn't take him long to figure out where Lizzie was being held, passing by a counter of nurses in pink and green scrubs. "Excuse me, sir! You can't go back there, only friends and family." A nurse stopped him. "I'm a friend, Kyato...was on the island too?" His dark brows furrowed together darkly. "Oh you're Ky? Sorry, I was expecting a girl." the nurse apologized. With a small growl he waved her off and continued down the hall, coming to stand in the doorway to Lizzie's room. Someone was already there, Brik, the boy next to her bedside, Ky smiling as he saw both of them were doing much better than when he last saw them on the island. He didn't say anything, just stood there with his strong arms crossed over his chest, letting out a soundless sigh.

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Monday || Raining || Summer || The Hospital





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Lizzie's drugged eyes rolled another lap around the room- this time stopping on a figure in her door way. “I’m fine, I’m here. Calm down…” Lizzie looked toward the voice curiously. "What are you doing here?" The stiffness in her grandmother's voice caused Lizzie to roll her head slowly back toward her relative and scowl. "Get out." "What did you just say to me, young lady?" Lizzie stared at her blankly, and then after a beat repeated herself. "I said get out. Out." The elderly woman got to her feet in a huff and shoved past Brik, and then Ky in the doorway. Lizzie's glossy eyes slowly looked to the man in her doorway, half blinded by the light above her head. Within moments another man had come into the room as well.

Lizzie opened her mouth to speak, just as her doctor walked in. "Elizabeth, your tests are in. Luckily, you were not in a coma long enough to cause any real damage to you or the baby, and your other tests are all coming in negative, so that's good news..." The doctor trailed off as he looked up from his clip board, noticing that they were not alone in the room. "I see you have visitors. Hello, gentlemen, I am Dr. Hart, do you remember me? I oversaw your cases as well. How are you both feeling? Healing up alright, I hope."

Lizzie's eyes looked from her doctor to the two younger men in her room, her eyebrows furrowing together. "They were with me on the yacht?" Her voice was slow and confused. "They were on the island when we found you, Elizabeth. Are they not the friends you've been calling for?" Lizzie looked to the two males in her doorway again, slowly shaking her head. "I... Where's my grandmother? Can I.. please, I.. I want to go home.." Tears swelled in her eyes. "I have a recital. Please, please tell me I can dance. I can still dance, right?" Seeing that she was beginning to get herself worked up the doctor quickly moved to calm her. "Of course! The injury to your thigh was minimal and is healing perfectly. You should be able to perform your solo piece just fine this Wednesday, Elizabeth. Please, calm yourself. Now, are you sure you don't know these two?"

Lizzie looked back to the two men beside her bed, her blue orbs searching their faces as if she had lost something. Slowly, her eyes began to close, the drugs taking over. Desperately she reached out her hand to grab the arm of the nearest boy to her bed (Brik), whispering as she slowly felt herself drifting asleep, "Please stay..."

Dr. Hart cleared his throat and shifted slightly, lowering his voice so as to not wake his sleeping patient. "She has suffered a serious head injury, gentlemen. Her memory is fleeting. She has been screaming for you both for hours, and even in her sleep... but then later when we question about how to contact you, or show her pictures... she says she does not know what we are talking about. It will take time, but I am confident that she will remember eventually. It took her a day to remember her grandmother, and her own name. Give it time. Your other friend is just down the hall, or you are more than welcome to sit here with Elizabeth if you'd like while visitation hours are running. I have another room to see, but if you need anything just call her nurse. It was a pleasure seeing you both again. Stay off that leg as much as possible, Mr. Hamilton."

Dr. Hart left, leaving the boys alone in the room with the sleeping red head. Lizzie held tightly onto Brik's hand as she slept, muttering quietly under her breath- her dreams making her restless. "Ky-...please..don't.. Hel-help...please..don't.." The words whimpered from her lips as her face twisted as if in agony, her legs tightening and curling into her. Then all was quiet, her legs slowly sliding back down in a peaceful position. It seemed as if the nightmare was over, for now.





Wednesday || Clear Sky || Summer || 7:00pm || The Dance Recital

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Lizzie walked through the back stage hallway of her recital hall, feeling butterflies in her stomach. Her whole family was here to see her, and little did she know- her friends still had their tickets to come if they wanted to as well. Her family was placed three rows back on the right, but her three best friends had special seats reserved in the front row of the center. It was going to be the biggest night of her life so far, and she didn't even remember that she had three best friends.
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Lizzie made it to her back stage dressing room and stared at herself in the mirror, still in her comfy shorts and white shirt. Glancing behind her to make sure no one was in her dressing room, she slowly pulled her shirt up to examine her stomach. A sick feeling fluttered inside her as she slowly ran her hand against her still flat stomach. No, it wasn't exactly flat anymore.. it was swelling already, but just slightly. The doctor had said that she was pregnant- but how? She had only been raped a few days ago, not even a week ago-- how could she be pregnant already? The idea made her feel nauseous.


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Disregarding her feelings, she set about putting on her outfit and fixing her hair and makeup. Once she was ready, she set out for the stage and the piece, Swan Lake, began. She danced beautifully. The red head twirled around and around, just as she had practiced time and time again. By the time the first act was over, she had forgotten her troubles of rape, pregnancy and memory loss. Now the black swan, she took the stage by storm, seducing the prince away from her good twin, and entrancing the audience with her fluid and delicate movements. A quick wardrobe change and a short intermission later, she was the white swan again- this time brokenhearted over the loss of her prince. As she ran up the ramp to take her dive off the scenic cliff, she looked out over the audience, accepting her fate. Then-- she fell.

The mattress below caught her with a cushioned land, and she could do nothing but grin. She made her way around the scenes to come out for her bow and was met with a rain of roses. Her heart fluttered madly in her chest, and her eyes looked out into the audience- searching for faces that she couldn't remember. Breathless, she made her way to the dressing room to change into her black running suit and swiftly made her way out of the back of the theatre where she had planned weeks ago to meet her friends. Steal me away, she had said, the last thing I want to do is spend the best night of my life with them. She had been talking about her family. Her friends knew how suffocated they made her feel, and it was a wonder to even her why she had bothered to stay instead of leave. She had talked with Phoenix about getting a place, but they were too young to make it happen at the time.

Back to the present, Lizzie was walking down the back stairs, still grinning and breathless. She stopped short when she saw three figures waiting for her at the bottom of the stair case, all looking just as happy as she did. "You," she said warmly, smiling to Brik and Ky. "You came to visit me in the hospital. That was so sweet of you!"


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Phoenix had awoken in her room after being unconscious for several hours to find herself surrounded by an eery quiet, as the commotion from the hallway was barely audible. She was told her mother had stayed by her side the entire time but figured the Nurse's were lying to her, however when a local detective came in to question her she spotted her mothers jacket and was told she had went to get her clothing.

Told not to leave the room until her test results came back, in fear of broken bones, she'd attempt to call her friends via the hospital room phone but didn't get through to a single one.
"Like they have their phones still....." she'd mutter to herself as she threw the phone across the room.
If it hadn't been for a passing nurse mentioning her friends condition she would of been left to sit and fret - something she hated doing.


Several minutes later, of all people, her mother would walk through the door - with a fresh outfit an a new pair of shoes.

"Oh baby girl! When they told me you were awake I nearly ran people over to get back up here!"
Her mother would drop the clothing items in a nearby chair before running over and hugging her daughter.
Phoenix sighed and wrapped one arm around her mother loosely, not so hardhearted to have her mothers worried emotional hug go completely un-reciprocated.


"Where's Lizzie?"
"Oh, I don't know baby girl I've just been worried about you.
Those doctors, they said you four weren't just drunk but high....since when do you do ecstasy? I thought you'd never-"

Phoenix would cut her mother off.
"Never what, turn out like you? Don't worry, I haven't."

Her mother would suddenly become rather dejected and sink into a chair across the room, an in a rare moment Phoenix would actually feel a bit sorry for what she had said.

"Look, I just smoked pot...had a few drinks. okay? I don't do ecstasy - happy?"

It wasn't much of an apology but her mother knew it was a big deal nevertheless, so she'd smile softly at her only girl for a moment before the doctor came back in with the best thing Phoenix had seen in the last few days - release papers.



Beside the gash on her leg that required several stitches she was fine, at least that's what she planned on telling everyone, and followed her mother - who wasn't completely wasted once - home.








Even though Lizzie still didn't seem to remember them they all showed up to to her performance and where there to meet her as she was exiting.


"You" she'd say as she walked down the stairs. "You came to visit me in the hospital. That was so sweet of you!"
Lizzie addressed Brik and Ky as Phoenix looked on, twiddling the ends of her shorts as she unconsciously bounced up an down in her black platform flip-flops.

"This is...awkward." she'd think to herself, with this being the first time she actually seen Lizzie after hearing about her memory loss.

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It was magical really, the swirling gray clouds mingling with oxygen and carbon dioxide. In the confines of his father’s man-cave, Brik stared at it all with wonder evident in his dilated orbs. He inhales, breathing in the intoxicating noxious fog. Holding his breath, Brik silently reveled in the burning it gave his throat. He enjoyed the pain, for it was the only thing he could really feel, seeing as his emotionally status was questionable, as of late. Brik exhales, little cloudy ovals floating out of his lips. He gently allowed a ghost of a smile to frame his handsome face as he tilted his head and passed the blunt over to his companion, Ky. He plopped against his the leather couch, closing his eyes and basking in the high. His tongue absently toyed with his lip ring whilst his eyes watched Ky suck in the intoxicating gas and blow it back into the atmosphere. There was a comfortable silence between the two friends, save the barely audible vinyl record player, softly humming Back in Black by AC/DC. It was the mere background noise to their high.

As Brik lifted the blunt to his lips, his eyes shifted over to the clock. Furrowing brows, he searched through his foggy thoughts. He had somewhere to be…but where? Then, it hit him. Lizzie’s recital thing was tonight. He face-palmed himself and groaned, jaded. “Recital…” he grunted to Ky, too lazy to form a complete sentence. “Gotta go. Come with me.” He didn’t wait for Ky to protest before raising his finger at the football player and giving him a sly smirk that looked more crooked than usual due to his groggy state. “Girls in tights and leotards, we’re going.” He put out the blunt in the ashtray before slowly standing up.

Brik winced, his foot still tender despite his lack of a cask. He reached for his crutch and placed adjusted the sling on his right arm before limping over to the exit. He grabbed his hoodie from the coat rack and his beanie from the bar then grabbed his car keys, ready to hit the road. He threw the keys over his shoulder, sure that Ky would catch them, being the football star that he was. “You’re driving Baby. Treat her right, okay?” No one could say that Brik was incapable of love, for he loved his car dearly, going as far as to name the vehicle Baby. It was truly his pride and joy.

Wordlessly, Brik led the way to his car. He silently thanked whatever higher power that was looking down on them that his parents were currently away for some sort of high school reunion or some shit like that. Why they’d want to relive high school was beyond him. He squinted his eyes through the sheet of rain that was claiming the town, blurring his vision slightly. A soft breeze caressed his heated cheeks, causing the flesh to glow a rosy pink. Brik ducked his head down, locking the door behind him as he and Ky rushed to his car, dodging the rain as best they could to remain dry. It was obviously a failed attempt, but it was a valiant effort.

Once securely in the passenger’s seat, Brik pulled out his cell phone, texting Avery and telling her that he and Ky were going to see Lizzie. She replied quicker than he expected.

Be safe and pinch Ky’s ass for me. I swear you can bounce a nickel off that work of art!

Shaking his head and holding back a chuckle, Brik typed a reply.

I’m not touching anything below the belt, Avy. I’ll tell him you said, hi.

Another quick reply was plaguing his screen, Fuck you, I want ass grabbing.

He didn’t bother to text back.



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Hours later, Brik found himself drooling on Ky’s shoulder, softly mewling in his sleep as he absently nuzzled Ky's neck with his nose in an effort get comfortable. It wasn’t until the crowd was clapping that he snapped out of his sleepy state. “Oh?” he yawned. “It’s over?” He asked Ky. Upon getting his reply, he and Ky made their way to the back stairs to meet up with their friend.

”You,” Brik heard immediately as he limped closer to their destination. There Lizzie was, sweating and breathless…and still clueless as to how close they all really were. “You came to visit me at the hospital. That was so sweet of you.” Brik said nothing, simply rebutting with a modest shrug and a nod. He felt like he should say something like: “Nice performance,” or “You look amazing,” but all that came out through his lack of a filter was—

“Is there any fucking food here? I’m starving,”

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"...damage to you or the baby..." Ky had picked only six simple words from what the doctor had been talking about, one held the weight over his head, threatening to crush him into a fine talcum powder. Baby? The room started to spin, Ky having to sit down and hold his head in his hands, lungs screaming for air. Lizzie was pregnant. The young football player shook his head slowly, biting his thumbnail as he stood, walking out of the room. Putting his hands behind his head he exited the hospital, leaving Brik and Lizzie, taking his motorcycle miles away from the city. By the time he got back into town it was near midnight, entering his house silently, his father waiting for him in the living room. "You look like you've just seen a ghost." His father pointed out. Kyato nodded slowly, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to find the words he was looking for. "Lizzie is pregnant..." The boy finally blurted out, his father looking just as confused as he felt. "That nice girl you and Brik hang out with? She seemed like such a good girl, I would've never expected..." His deep voice trailed off, eyes narrowed on Ky as the boy shifted nervously on his feet. "It's mine dad...It's mine." Ky whispered, voice shaking with guilt. That night he was riddled with dreams of the island, of blood, but not his blood, the blood of his friends. They lay around him, torn apart, almost unrecognizable and him... a monster that had mutilated them.


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Ky's eyes fluttered close as his lungs filled with burning, yet sweet to the taste, smoke as he pinched the hold point of Brik's joint. Slowly he released the white haze from his nostrils, sucking it back into his mouth, then back out his nose. Before Brik could snatch back the roll he took another quick drag, laughing softly, though for no apparent reason. Just as Brik was exhaling his own cloud of illegal fumes there was a groan, causing Ky's eyes to flick towards him, head rolling to the side. “Recital…” Brik let out softly, voice weakened by his drug induced high. “Gotta go. Come with me.” His friend instructed, Ky opening his mouth to protest, waving his hand in dismissal. “Girls in tights and leotards, we’re going.” Ky didn't need much more reason to go other than what Brik had enticed him with.

As Ky was tossed the keys, even in his slower state of mind, caught them with a smile on his face. His brows danced as he waggled them, kissing the keys in victory as they approached the car. Ky hadn't even noticed the rain till he got into the black impala, shaking the water from his short hair, causing it to spike up. The car started up with a roar, idling to a purr as the high football player backed it out of the driveway and into the street, speeding off shamelessly.


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Ky startled awake as the head his cheek had been resting off moved, involunintary flinching away from the warm body his shoulder had been pressed again. Sitting up straight he clapped along with the crowd, blinking the sleep out of his eyes, frowning as Brik urged him to stand and follow, heading backstage. His heart beat fast as he saw Lizzie come down the stairs with the grace of -well, a dancer. Heat flushed his face, though the low light in the back hid it very well. His glazed eyes flicked from Lizzie and onto Brik as the boy blurted out something about food. Ky elbowed him, shooting him a glare, jaw clenched together as he forced a smile towards Lizzie. "Congratulations on the performance, Brik and I wanted to know if you were interested in a victory dinner?" Ky offered, trying to save Brik from his outburst.



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Wednesday || Clear Sky || Summer || Parking Lot





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Lizzie finished coming down the stairs and stood in front of the two males, noticing how much taller than her they were. Something about them seemed warm, even though she could barely remember their names from the other day. The tall, jock looking one looked like a Kaleb, but something in her gut told her that wasn't right. The one beside the maybe-Kaleb spoke up first, and looked as if he had just woken up from a nap. “Is there any fucking food here? I’m starving,” he blurted, causing a smile to lift the corners of her lips. Goodness, he was cute. Something about the way he chewed on his lip ring just made her want to-- "Congratulations," The sudden voice from maybe-Kaleb pulled her attention back to him. "..on the performance, Brik and I wanted to know if you were interested in a victory dinner?"

Brik! That was his name! Yes, it sounded warm and welcoming... like home. Her eyes softened on the toy boys, flicking between maybe-Kaleb and Brik. They were perfect strangers, but something in her told her to live a little. She had just performed the single most important dance of her ballet career-- surely she could take a night off? Single most important dance.... and probably my last... She could feel her heart breaking in her chest, and it was the feeling of spiraling down into a black pit of depression that prompted her to blunt; "Yes, that'd be fantastic. I'm starving." Was she hungry? No. She felt like she could vomit-- but anything was better than going back to her grandmother's house to be promptly put in bed by ten.

Lizzie turned her attention back to Brik, smiling in a flirtatious way as she added, "That is, if your girlfriend won't mind..." A blush rose in her cheeks, and she forced a laugh to try and cover up her embarrassment. What was she doing? Flirting back stage with two guys that kept showing up. For all she knew they could be rapists! Her eyes slowly worked their way over maybe-Kaleb and then over Brik. On second thought... it's not rape if it's willing...



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Brik was barely paying attention to Ky and Lizzie as they conversed, his mind still hazy from the influence of narcotics. His mind was drifting to a completely different world. If you asked him what this world consisted of, he wouldn’t be able to provide a specific answer since the world in his head was bleak and colorless. It was simply a flurry of blacks and gray swirling about and intertwining into intricate patterns. Perhaps, Brik was too high. He snapped out of his daydream when Lizzie began addressing him. At the mention of a girlfriend, Brik quirked a brow, momentarily forgetting that she didn’t know any better. On second thought, she should still know better, seeing as Brik didn’t look like the type to catch a girl’s eyes. He was too broody, complicated, and had a tendency to say the wrong things at the wrong times. Never would he remember an anniversary, birthday, hell, he’d be lucky if he remembered what he ate for breakfast. Long story short, Brik would make a horrible boyfriend for any girl in her right mind. He didn’t even register Lizzie’s flirtatious advances. Yup, Brik was far too high. He probably would have playful flirted back if he was high on X or Vikes instead of weed.

“Girlfriend?” Brik nearly snorted, shrugging his shoulders. “You’re funny, Liz.” His eyes shifted to Ky, his face now void of any amusement he once had. “Come on, I’m craving pizza.” Without another word, he turned his back on them, pulling his hood over his head as he limped to the exit. “Get the lead out of your asses and let’s go.”



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Grease dribbled down Brik’s chin as he devoured his pizza as if it were his first meal in days. A string of cheese connected him to the food before him and he closed his eyes, humming in pleasure. It couldn’t get better than this…even sex was falling short, but then again, he wouldn’t know. He was a virgin, after all. He gulped down his soda before letting out a burp. “God, nothing beats Casanova’s pizza, dude.” He patted his stomach with a whisper of a smile on his face, seeing as smiling was very rare for him. Brik glanced at Lizzie, finally able to function now that he had some sustenance in him. “So, how much do you remember, hm?” He cocked his head to the side in a puppyish manner. “Are you like brain dead or retarded or something?” Where was his filter when he needed it? “Do you even remember having sex or doing drugs? If you don’t I feel sorry for you, Liz.” He was genuinely curious, however, the deliverance of his curiosity…wasn’t the best of approaches to the topic.

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Ky was rattled into a withdrawn silence as he watched Lizzie and Brik interacting over the steaming and cheesy pizza in front of them. Even though he wasn't on a team at the time he was always conscious of what he ate, his college athletic career would determine if he got a degree in anything. His dark eyes watched Brik carefully, noting how he was insensitive to Lizzie and acting rather rude at the table. Of course, this was Brik, when was he not vulgar? Ky's mind lingered on Lizzie's blatant flirting earlier, wounded by her oblivious state. One thing lead to another and he was thinking about the baby, his baby, the growing being that he had sired in Lizzie's growing belly. The thought of having a child was still rattling and he prayed on his knees every night that Lizzie would get her memory back.

His life had been perfect in every sense and angle you could look. Ky was a varsity athlete, a graduated high school student with honors and medals, and now a full ride scholarship to play football at college. This small town, his friends, all the girls would become sour memories as he started his life. All that had blown up in smoke, as if all the effort was nothing, with one simple and stupid mistake. Ky stared at Lizzie, reaching across the table unconsciously, his large hand gently taking hers as his eyes bore into hers. "Do you have any memory of Brik and I?" The boy blurted out suddenly.

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Lizzie moved the leafy greens of her salad around on her plate, pretending to take a bite but then putting it down as if she were going to respond to something Brik had said. In reality, she had not eaten a bite since sitting down. “God, nothing beats Casanova’s pizza, dude.” Lizzie smiled, enjoying the way Brik chomped away at his greasy treat- completely oblivious to her staring. When he was done he triumphantly put his hand on his stomach with an almost-smile on his face. “So, how much do you remember, hm?” The question caught her off guard, and she blinked out of whatever trance she had been in previously. “Are you like brain dead or retarded or something?” Lizzie busted out laughing, completely unforced. His forwardness was extremely refreshing in contrast to the sugar everyone else had put onto her situation. "No more so than I already was, I don't think," she responded playfully, in good humor.

“Do you even remember having sex or doing drugs? If you don’t I feel sorry for you, Liz.” A blush lit up her face instantly, but her face fell completely serious. Had they slept together? The thought of her baby swam instantly into her mind. Something she had been wondering about for the past few days was how she had gotten pregnant so soon after being raped. It wasn't scientifically possible! Then it started to dawn on her. Of course! That's why he came to see me at the hospital.. the baby... it's his! With this new realization, Lizzie looked to Brik in a whole new light. He was the father of the baby inside her. No wonder I thought he was so cute...

To respond to his question, she slowly shrugged her shoulders. "Do you have any memory of Brik and I?" Liz turned her hues onto maybe-Kaleb. At his touch, her body physically flinched but after a moment she tried to relax herself- telling herself that she knew him... she just didn't... know him. As she slowly looked up into his eyes, his name began to tickle the end of her tongue. "Your name isn't Kaleb... it's Ky....K-Kyato... Isn't it?" Her heart fluttered. She blinked a few times, looking away from him. Why was he giving her butterflies too? "I, um..." She bit her lip, slowly looking back to him with a helpless frown. "I only know that we're friends because of all the pictures of you two in my room," she confessed. "I wish I had kept a diary... I'm sorry," she said honestly, her heart breaking a little on the inside. These poor boys cared so much about her, and she could barely keep their names straight. "We, uh... We are friends, right? I'm not some... crazy stalker-obsessed girl, right?" She offered Ky a smile, hoping to lighten the mood.


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Brik nearly laughed, however all that came out was a short grunt in amusement. He idly toyed with his lip ring as Ky and Lizzie interacted. He busied himself with knocking his heel against his new backpack, seeing as his old one was now 20,000 leagues under the sea. His brown eyes were closed, his hand rubbing his abdomen in utter contentment. His eyes opened at her question. He quirked a brow.

"No, you're not a stalker. You were crazy and wild; full of life. We had good times. There was a time when you, Ky, and I went broke into the community swimming pool one summer with a bunch of people we met at a party. We all got plastered. I threw you into the pool and we played chicken," Brik allowed a, easy-going smile to grace his serious face; lighting up his features. "We had to make a run for it when the cops showed up and we all had to hide out at Marty's Diner. We were soaked. In fact, I'll show you some over our adventures. I have them on my camera."

He dug his camera out of his bag and leafed through the plethora of photos and videos before giving her the device to view its content. He pointed to the current picture. "This one is from the time you got food poisoning after I dared you to eat this weird meat I found during some party." He mused at the smiles on their faces. "You can keep the camera since I collect them. Maybe some of the videos and pictures can jog your memory."

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"That's actually a great idea Brik, the pictures might help wake something up." Ky commented, impressed that Brik had managed a cognitive thought for once. Not like the boy wasn't smart, he just wasn't the brightest around sometimes. Ky admired his blissful obliviousness, wished he could live in the same light and not worry about a thing. "Don't worry Lizzie, you were only a crazy stalker girl in eighth grade." The football player teased, winking as he finally found the stomach to pick up a breadstick and eat.

"We've had a few run ins with the cops, Brik and I got caught once to give you and Avery a head start. I gotta say our mug shots were pretty hot, I even printed mine out, hung it up in my room." Ky recalled with a small laugh. They had gotten into so much trouble over the years, it was sad to think that all those good times had been forgotten by Lizzie, but it had given Ky the chance to recall all the great moments. The three of them really were a family, this would only bring them closer in the long run, or so he hoped. "Sometimes its better to forget, you don't have to worry about all the bad things from the past." The man let out with a small sigh.

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Lizzie glanced from Brik and Ky to the camera. As the boys flicked through the images the girl sat quietly, growing more and more uncomfortable. There she was- holding a fish, smoking pot, dancing at a party, kissing some girl... Lizzie shook her head and looked to Ky. "Sometimes its better to forget, you don't have to worry about all the bad things from the past." Liz looked back to the camera as Brik continued to flip through digital moments of her life. 'Her life'... was it really her life? She looks like me. Smiles like me- poses like me... but I don't remember her at all.. A tear began to swell in her eyes as she looked hopelessly at a life she couldn't remember. Who was that in the pictures?

Lizzie cleared her throat and quickly wiped away the tear, forcing a laugh. "I'm okay, really. I just get super emotional over nothing these days. Like, I'll see something red and just burst into tears. I'm sorry, guys. I wish I could remember, but honestly.. That girl, in those pictures. I... I don't even know who she is." Lizzie looked up to Brik, then switched her gaze over to Ky- suddenly feeling an overwhelming need to hug him. It was strange to feel so close and yet so.... distant. Detached. Shaking her head, Lizzie slowly stood from the table and grabbed her bag, reaching over to Ky to tenderly pat his shoulder. On contact, a memory flashed before her- causing her to gasp.

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They had slept together.

The realization hit her like a ton of bricks and suddenly, she felt dizzy. She slowly sat back down, putting a hand to her head. "I feel like I'm going crazy..." She trailed off as her eyes steadied on the table. Holy shit... I slept with both of them? And they're supposedly my best friends? I'm a whore... Oh. My. God. I'm a slut. She-- that girl in those pictures... How many people have I slept with? Whose baby is this, really? The thoughts exploded in her mind causing her eyes to dart left and right as if she were searching for something. Suddenly, she stopped and looked to Brik- "Can we go back to your house? I need a Disney movie.." The urge to smoke was nearly enough to suffocate her, but Dr. Hart had been extremely clear; no smoking- no drinking. Her memory had picked a fine time to up and leave.


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