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Post by Raelynn on Oct 25, 2006 14:03:29 GMT -5
It's amazing how fragile life is, and fear is apart of our everyday lives. Fear is what gives us the feeling of being alive....
The long strides brought me over to the paddock fence, the sun was slowly setting and another day was about to end. One thought occupied my concious...what was happening between me and Aidan? Was our relationship going somewhere; so far only we knew.
I pulled myself up on the top rail, my gaze still focused on the setting sun. The red sky and purple clouds, the yellow and orange trees; it seemed to be a scene pulled from a fairy-tale. My emerald eyes glanced back to the barn before returning to the evening sky. I pulled my jacket around me and zippened it up. The cold breeze gave me goose-bumps, a shiver swept down my spine. The silouhette of a horse could be seen on the other side of the paddock, the horse was peacefully grazing, unaware of my presense. A soft sigh escaped me as I looked down mindlessly at my boots, what was there to do tomorrow? I had been meaning to talk to Sam about going somewhere over the weekend. I was missing my family, my friends...and someone else dear to me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't push Dylan from my mind. I wanted to see him, but would it only cause us both trouble?
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Post by Melanie on Oct 25, 2006 14:32:05 GMT -5
Aidan was supposed to be in bed, resting and recovering from what had happened. But he just couldn't do it. He needed to learn how to walk again, and he thought that maybe if he got an early start, it would be that much better for him. So, when no one else seemed to be around, he had snuck up to the back pastures, trying to find some alone time. If Sam or Jay or even Josh saw him, he knew he'd be in trouble. But that didn't matter. What were they going to do? Ground him? He was stuck in bed and in the house already, and he was already not supposed to do anything. That was enough punishment for any living person. His crutches had become what he relied on the most, and he tried extremely hard to not use them. But it always hurt too much. Not today. Not this day. Taking a deep breath, he laid his crutches to the side and balanced on his right leg. He had to do this...he just had to.
Exhaling, he stepped forward, not putting all of his weight onto his bad leg. It seemed to work for a moment, but his weight buckled the now new knee. He collapsed to the ground with a groan of pain and stayed there, closing his eyes. Why couldn't he do this? Looking down at his pants leg, he tried blinking away the tears that met him. He was a cripple now...no better then dirt. He finally got himself under control, and brought his good leg up, bending it slightly. Everything hurt. His face was purple and bruised, swollen and cut up. THe part of his left leg that he still had had swelled up because of him trying to walk upon it, and now it throbbed achingly. He sighed and shook his head, not knowing what to do now. |
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Post by Raelynn on Oct 25, 2006 14:39:30 GMT -5
ooc|| Should Rae know what happened?
My gaze turned to a figure, and I knew at once who it was. Instead of running to him I kept my gaze on the sunset. But after a moment I looked back to Aidan, I had failed to notice the crutches. I slid off the rail slowly, still watching him. He laid his crutches down, but without them he fell and i immediately hurried over. My cheeks were flushed from the cold wind when I stopped by his side, I gently took his arm and helped him up. Why did he have crutches?
Aidan?....
My voice was no more than a soft whisper, I wanted to know everything, and so many questions flooded my mind. But I kept silent as I helped him up. My emerald eyes scanned his face, searching for clues to the explanation. |
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Post by Melanie on Oct 25, 2006 14:49:41 GMT -5
OOC: No...it's better for him to tell her...lol
Aidan suddenly heard someone jumping down from a fence and he looked up immediately, frightened now. Who could it be out here with him? Fear flooded his heart and he tried scurrying backwards, but his fake leg wouldn't permit it. So he gave up, and instantly relaxed when he recognized Rae. But as she tried to help him up, he refused...he didn't want help. Not now.Rae no...don't. He whispered softly, not wanting her to see him like this. She just couldn't..he wouldn't be able to take it. So he remained upon the ground, looking at his lip, not wanitng to focus on her. But he knew she wanted to know what had happened. And he knew that he should tell her. It was only right. So, looking back up at her with wounded eyes, he nodded, to let her knw he would tell her.
But he found he couldn't watch her as he spoke, so he looked away, but she could still see his face, which was discolored. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled and then started in.A...a few days ago..I went down the driveway to get the mail. It had a letter in it...f-for me. I opened it, and it was from my father. It told me to turn around, told me that I was going to live with him. He appeared and took me with him, and I couldn't fight back after a while. Whiskey..Sam's dog..he followed us and jumped into the back. My dad...h-he...pulled out a handgun...and he aimed it at Whiskey. I d-din't want him to get killed...so I took hold of it. H-he shot me in the k-knee. And...I..Sam took me to the hospital. T-they took it off..they gave me a prosthetic limb. Rae...I'm nothing more then a cripple... He said in frustration, almost unable to ge tthrough the story. He finsihed and shook his head, then got up on his own, ignoring the pain that greeted him. Bending down, he grabbed the crutches and used them for support, still looking at the ground. |
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Post by Raelynn on Oct 27, 2006 13:39:43 GMT -5
ooc|| What happened to my reply?-confused-
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