Sorry it took so long, life's been hectic.
Chapter 11
Road
Auggie: You know Peter's gonna kick your ass when he finds out.
David: Me!
Auggie: You're his buddy.
David: Yeh, but Peter said you had to help me stop him from running.
Auggie: Great job we did. Two against one.
David: Hey, stop. (Auggie looks David who's pointing down the road) There.
Auggie: (looking, he sees Cole, trying to thumb a lift.) Cut him off.
(David runs to the other side of the road watching Cole who hasn't seen them. Auggie runs up behind Cole and grabs his arm, Cole, shocked tries to run, but David cuts him off.)
Cole: (Struggling) Get off! Whose side you on! Let me go!
David: Come on, back to Horizon. (Auggie and David drag a struggling Cole back to Horizon.)
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Girls' Dorm - Night
Daisy is sitting on her bed doing homework; Tara walks in and sits on Daisy's bed.
Daisy: Yes.
Tara: I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
Daisy: (confused) For what?
Tara: About all this stuff with you and David, you're too good for him anyway.
Daisy: What are you talking about?
Tara: You know, how he's been saying stuff. (Daisy looks at her shocked) oh, didn't you know?
Daisy: No. What has he said?
Tara: (hesitating) I don't know if I should tell you.
Daisy: Yes you should.
Tara: Well, he's been saying stuff like he'd never go out with a stupid Goth no one likes and how he thinks it's funny you follow him around and that you're desperate.
Daisy: Asshole!
Tara: I know.
Daisy: Me follow him around! Yeh right! Thanks for telling me.
Tara: Just don't say it was me who told you.
Daisy: I won't.
Tara: (standing up.) Oh, and sorry again. Check you later.
Daisy: Bye. (Tara walks out, smiling.)
Tara: (*Perfect*)
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Midnight - Infirmary
Joey, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets to stop the shaking, walks up to the infirmary window and glances around before smashing his whole arm through the window. Ignoring the blood running down his arm and the throbbing pain, he climbs through the window, scratching his leg on the remaining glass.
He walks towards the supply cabinet, leaving a trail of blood and yanks the door of it open. Desperately he runs his bleeding hand long the labels on the bottles searching for something that can relieve his withdrawal. Exasperated that there isn't anything stronger than aspirin he slams the cabinet door shut and swallows the aspirin.
He walks back over to the window and kicks the wall before sliding down it with his head in his bloody hands. Sitting with his knees against his chest, Joey feels the familiar pain in his chest, his breathing quickens and he waits for his chest to explode. He starts rocking, waiting for the pain to cease. He opens his eyes when he feels his heart slowing back to normal. Glancing sideways he sees the glass next to him. With his hands still shaking Joey reaches for it, snapping it up like a prize and holding it tightly in his hands.
With more blood running down his arm he holds the glass to his wrist and squeezes his eyes shut as he presses the glass into his skin. A new stream of blood runs down his arm.
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Chapter 11
Road
Auggie: You know Peter's gonna kick your ass when he finds out.
David: Me!
Auggie: You're his buddy.
David: Yeh, but Peter said you had to help me stop him from running.
Auggie: Great job we did. Two against one.
David: Hey, stop. (Auggie looks David who's pointing down the road) There.
Auggie: (looking, he sees Cole, trying to thumb a lift.) Cut him off.
(David runs to the other side of the road watching Cole who hasn't seen them. Auggie runs up behind Cole and grabs his arm, Cole, shocked tries to run, but David cuts him off.)
Cole: (Struggling) Get off! Whose side you on! Let me go!
David: Come on, back to Horizon. (Auggie and David drag a struggling Cole back to Horizon.)
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Girls' Dorm - Night
Daisy is sitting on her bed doing homework; Tara walks in and sits on Daisy's bed.
Daisy: Yes.
Tara: I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
Daisy: (confused) For what?
Tara: About all this stuff with you and David, you're too good for him anyway.
Daisy: What are you talking about?
Tara: You know, how he's been saying stuff. (Daisy looks at her shocked) oh, didn't you know?
Daisy: No. What has he said?
Tara: (hesitating) I don't know if I should tell you.
Daisy: Yes you should.
Tara: Well, he's been saying stuff like he'd never go out with a stupid Goth no one likes and how he thinks it's funny you follow him around and that you're desperate.
Daisy: Asshole!
Tara: I know.
Daisy: Me follow him around! Yeh right! Thanks for telling me.
Tara: Just don't say it was me who told you.
Daisy: I won't.
Tara: (standing up.) Oh, and sorry again. Check you later.
Daisy: Bye. (Tara walks out, smiling.)
Tara: (*Perfect*)
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Midnight - Infirmary
Joey, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets to stop the shaking, walks up to the infirmary window and glances around before smashing his whole arm through the window. Ignoring the blood running down his arm and the throbbing pain, he climbs through the window, scratching his leg on the remaining glass.
He walks towards the supply cabinet, leaving a trail of blood and yanks the door of it open. Desperately he runs his bleeding hand long the labels on the bottles searching for something that can relieve his withdrawal. Exasperated that there isn't anything stronger than aspirin he slams the cabinet door shut and swallows the aspirin.
He walks back over to the window and kicks the wall before sliding down it with his head in his bloody hands. Sitting with his knees against his chest, Joey feels the familiar pain in his chest, his breathing quickens and he waits for his chest to explode. He starts rocking, waiting for the pain to cease. He opens his eyes when he feels his heart slowing back to normal. Glancing sideways he sees the glass next to him. With his hands still shaking Joey reaches for it, snapping it up like a prize and holding it tightly in his hands.
With more blood running down his arm he holds the glass to his wrist and squeezes his eyes shut as he presses the glass into his skin. A new stream of blood runs down his arm.
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Please review! I promise I'll update soon if I get at least five reviews.