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Post by blaze on Nov 19, 2007 2:22:00 GMT -5
-Day 1-
November 13th, 2007
My first actual day. I checked myself in last night and they hand me this. A notebook, in which I am to document my thoughts, feelings, surroundings, or just whatever I feel like writing. How great...yeah, right. Honesty, they're keyword for this whole journal thing. You want honesty from me? Trust me, I'm never one to hold back.
First thing I noticed was how cold this place is. They gave me blankets, a few extra even when I mentioned my toes freezing. They say its all in my head though, a reaction to the first little group of pills they gave me. I asked for a Zanax or Viccodin to go with the ten or so other pills they 'suggested' I pop already. My request was denied.
Worst of all, they don't even have cable here. I find myself bored a lot with no good TV to watch. Though this morning, Martha Stuart did show me how to make a lovely turkey centerpiece for a table. Could come in useful with Thanksgiving coming up. Also, they do have a ping-pong table. I considered trying to become the next Forrest Gump. Then I remembered, I'm trying to better myself....Not lose what little bit of sanity I do have left....
Tomorrows visiting day. Why the hell....can I write the word hell in this thing? Hell, I don't know....Anyways....I don't know why the hell visiting day is on a Wednesday....But I would give anything to see my daughter....Lindsay owes me one small favor at least...Or my sister...Or Corey....Though I don't expect anyone tomorow.....No one.....
-----------------------------------[/color] Releasing a sigh, Blaze tucks the journal under his pillow. He then rests his head back on said pillow and looks up at the ceiling. Three weeks....How long they thought it would take to 'heal' him. Of course, since he signed himself in...He could leave at any time. All he would have to do is sign himself out. But this time, he truly, truly wanted help...Things would be different....
Twenty more days......
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Post by blaze on Nov 21, 2007 1:11:25 GMT -5
-Day 2-
November 14th, 2007
Visiting day. The nightmare I feared has quickly become a dark reality. Alone, forgotten, locked in this place with no one on the outside even noticing I'm gone. As I wrote yesterday, I expected no one to visit. I could hope though, right? Right!? Is it so bad to wish someone would give a damn?
In other news, I tried playing blackjack with this dude earlier that has the fear of the number thirteen. Weird right, but this dude is seriously scared of the number. Everything was going fine. Then, he got a nine and a four....Yeah, dude flipped out. I was five second away from Incinerating him....but the 'nurses' quickly injected him with a calming sedative. It made me contemplate acting up so I could get the same reward....
-------------------------Finishing his last sentence, Blaze shoves the journal back beneath his pillow. Before he had the chance to do anything else though...
Mr.Shaddix....You have a visitor...
The words ring throughout his head. Was it true?....had....had someone truly remembered him? A small smile creeps across his face as he rises from his bunk...
I....I'll be right there...
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Post by lindsay on Nov 21, 2007 1:19:38 GMT -5
Sitting alone at one of the small park benches that lay scatter across the garden like courtyard; Lindsay adjusted her sunglasses. It wasn't that bright out, but you never know who could be watching. She did in fact just kill a man. A small smile crept across her face. Yes...she did kill a man. That man being Mark. What a burden lifted from her shoulders. Her thoughts were slowly interrupted as one of the workers approached her.
Mr. Shaddix will be out momentarily.
Thank you.
Lindsay smirked again. Greg didn't really have anyone else, She was about it. Kinda sad when you think about it. But at least he had someone. |
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Post by blaze on Nov 21, 2007 1:29:42 GMT -5
As Blaze steps out into the courtyard, he raises his forearm to shade his eyes from the bright rays of the sun. He hadn't experienced these rays since the day before he had check himself in. No, here he wanted to stay concealed....confined...locked away into the darkness. Darkness, it was what had created his pain....anger.....Insanity.....It was the only thing that could help kill it for good.....
This way Mr.Shaddix......over there....the pretty young lady sitting on the bench....A friend of yours?
Blaze lowers his forearm, the sunlight still slightly blinding, but he could tell who the person was....
So, how many drugs have you guys hit me with today? Huh? Seriously....I'm seeing things or something...this ain't....can't be....right...
You....want me to ask her to leave Mr.Shaddix?
No...no...not at all.....you can go....
As the worker walks off in the opposite direction, Blaze slowly approaches the woman resting on the small wooden bench. Taking a seat beside her, he can't force himself to make eye contact with her...Rather, he looks down at a small weed sprouting from the Earth at his feet....
Hi..... |
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Post by lindsay on Nov 21, 2007 1:37:27 GMT -5
Hello Gregory. I see you are finally getting help. Thats always good news.
Lindsay smiled at him. Despite him not looking at her. She didn't know if he was happy to see her or unhappy. But either way she would find out. Pulling her coat in a little tighter around her she shivered.
Pretty cold out here today huh?
Small talk... always the small talk..gotta start somewhere right? Lindsay place her left hand inside her coat pocket. She fondled the piece of paper. Hopefully this would make him smile a little bit... |
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Post by blaze on Nov 21, 2007 1:53:33 GMT -5
His eyes slowly drift in her direction. Still not making eye contact, he notices her shivering. He would offer her his own coat, if he were wearing one that is. However, he found himself in nothing more than a worn Metallica short sleeve T-shirt, black jeans, and the last thing he bought before coming here, a new pair of black and red DC shoes.
Yeah....but you know me. I've always loved the fall. The cold still don't bother me much.
His face still emotionless, he brushes the hair back out of his eyes. Its not that he wasn't feeling anything, more so he was feeling so much all at once he didn't know how to express it all...
I....haven't heard from you since the day I picked you up and got you away from Cross.....How have you been since then? Hows Emily doing? |
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Post by lindsay on Nov 21, 2007 22:28:18 GMT -5
Emily is fine now. We had some...troubles, but everything will be okay.
Lindsay pulled her sunglasses from her face. Letting her eyes adjust to the new found light that was flooding them. Reaching into her coat and pulling out the small folded piece of paper she handed it to Greg. Unfolding it as it exchanged hands. A smile crossed Lindsay's face. It was a picture, mostly scribbles. But it was a stick figure with long black hair.
Emily some what drew that for you, she kept pointing at you on the wrestling roster, posters we got back in Toronto. So we drew a picture of daddy.
Lindsay smiled again, hopefully...hopefully that would bring a smile to Greg's face. He seemed as if he needed one more then ever. |
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Post by blaze on Nov 23, 2007 2:15:44 GMT -5
I.....
He can't even force the words to form in his mind. He brushes the hair from his eyes once more. Not wanting anything to obstruct the view of this amazing little piece of paper. Finally, a smile begins to creep across his face....
Its....beautiful.....Hopefully thats the only thing she'll take after her father in...Artisticness.....thank God she takes after you look wise...
He now slowly raises his head, his eyes finally making contact with Lindsay's eyes as a full fledge smile graces his face for the moment...
Thanks.....this....means a lot.....Knowing she still thinks of me....It means....everything... |
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Post by lindsay on Nov 23, 2007 20:21:40 GMT -5
There is something else we need to talk about too Gregory....
This was it...the moment had come. This is what she had come here for in the first place. A deep sigh escaped her lips, this was going to be the hardest thing she ever did, even harder then shooting Mark...that was actually pretty easy.
Greg....I need you to take Emily for a while when you get out of here...As....long as you are better. I just...her being with me right now isn't good... |
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Post by blaze on Nov 23, 2007 22:31:13 GMT -5
I.....Of course I will....
He hadn't been expecting this. Not by a long shot. To give up Emily, no matter how short of an amount of time it was, something truly, seriously had to be wrong.
But....why? I mean....I'm not complaining. It'll be great to finally get to spend some time with Emily. But.....If theres something wrong....You need to tell me....Maybe I can help?
Looking into her eyes, he could tell something was different about her. Much like he had done a few times for himself in the past few minutes, he brushes a long strand of hair from her face to back behind her ear. Long hair can be such a hassle sometimes, eh?
"I kn.....I know I've been the cause of a lot of your problems....And I can never take back the things I've done...But I am trying to change now...And I'll do anything I can to help you.... |
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