don't give up on me ~ matt

[victoria lynn jackson]

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Victoria bit her lip as she felt that awful feeling slowly creep up inside of her. The girl had only been in her room for thirty minuets by herself, and she could barely stand it. It always seemed to start the same. She'd be perfectly content, but before she could even tell, waves of anxiety would wash up inside of her. Before long, she'd be screaming to stop it, throwing whatever she could get her hands on. Anything to get the feeling to disperse. The first waves of anxiety were always a warning, but she generally tried to wait it out. After out, her psychiatrist had offered the idea, and claimed that it should help. Vic was slowly starting to see that this wasn't the truth, seeing as that move generally got her in trouble. Hell, it even landed her in isolation a couple of times before, and that had been the biggest torture of her life. Especially since the term isolation included keeping her away from everyone, which caused her misbehavior in the first place.

There's no way I'm getting myself sent back there, she thought to herself, knowing that she needed to find someone. Luckily, she wasn't being forced to stay in her room at that moment, so she stepped out and headed down the white corridors, that were eerily haunting. Where is everyone? she thought to herself, hoping that she'd find someone soon. Though it was a little more comforting to be out and about, she still felt slightly upset. Suddenly, she saw one of her favorite nurses walking by. "Hey Clarissa! she exclaimed, hoping to talk to her for a second. Compared to the majority of the staff that roamed the buildings, she seemed like an angel. "Oh, hey there Victoria," she replied, giving the girl a warm smile as she continued on by. Vic watched her pass, and felt her stomach sink. "Wait, where are you.." she started, but the nurse cut her off, saying, "I have some business to take care of, but I'll see you later sweetie, alright?" "Alright," the girl whispered back, biting her lip.

She really wished she had found someone to talk to more, but even that small bit of conversation had helped some. There's still plenty of people around here, right? Maybe I just need to find somewhere else to go... Sure, Vic had been at Blue River for almost a year, but she still often found herself surprised by how big the place was. She wasn't sure if it was her lack of interest to explore without a camera, which she wasn't allowed to bring with her when she was forced to move in, or if she had been to busy concentrating on other things to notice, but there were tons of places she had yet to discover. There was one door in particular she had been curious on opening, but she had yet to do so.

Remembering how to get to it, she traveled through the plain, creepy halls. Even worse, to her, it seemed like it got narrower as she made her way to the hallway that had one single door at the end of it. She had heard before it was the basement, but she had never traveled down there herself. Maybe there's some more rooms for everyone or something, she thought, hoping it was the case. After all, she hadn't seen anything around claiming it was off limits. After reaching it, she looked around the top of the steps for a light switch, but failed to find one. It's probably at the end of the steps or something, she told herself. With one hand on the wall and the other on the opposite wall, she slowly made her way down the steps, noticing how it continued to get darker and darker as the steps continued to carry on. There was no denying the creepiness of it, but she was curious. What if she was the one to discover something new down there? That'd be a good way to get people to hang out with her.

The stairs seemed to carry on and on, but eventually, she made it to the bottom. Once there, she started searching for a light, running her hands along the wall. All of the sudden, something hit her face, and she freaked, stumbling backyards, swatting at the sticky feeling. Wiping her face, she realized it was just a cobweb, but continued trying to swat it off, not wanting any bugs crawling all over her. It should have been obvious to her that there'd be some of those around, but it just wasn't the first thought that came to mind. There was no denying the basement was slightly scary, and at that moment, all she wanted to do was find a light. I hope I didn't miss it, she thought to herself as she continued to feel the wall, making little clicking noises every now and then to try and scare off any bugs.

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WELL, HEY THERE! THIS POST HERE IS FOR MATT. IT HAS 828 WORDS. VIC IS WEARING THAT OUTFIT IN THE PICTURE BECAUSE SHE'S TRYING TO LOOK CUTE. THIS POST IS INDEED FINISHED AND I'D JUST LIKE TO SAY, THEY'RE GOING TO BE INTERESTING, HAHA (:.

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[matthew ayer jones]

When rain or thunder comes along;
just keep your faith in me.

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Matt's body shivered while he held the flashlight in his mouth, his teeth practically grinding against it while he pulled up a tiny amount of liquid from a cotton ball. His eyes glanced around slowly, towards the corners of the basement then off towards the door before moving to his pulsing arm. Matt was cautious to bring the needle to his pained veins, the tip just brushing along his usual. The cold made his body jolt while he let out a shaky sigh, but the breath soon was sucked back in quickly as the door to the basement opened and someone made their way down. If he was lucky he could stay right where he was next to the light switch and hopefully they had their mind set on getting something or had no idea where they were going. Setting the syringe down quietly and turning off the little flashlight, his eyes watched through the dark as a figure made it's way down the stairs.

'A girl?' he questioned in his mind, his head tilting slightly after seeing the distinct hips in the small amount of light coming from under the basement door. A smirk drifted to his lips while he heard a small occasional clicking sound coming from the girl, obviously she had no idea where she was going, and obviously didn't like the place. It took Matt at least three visits to this place to find where the light switch was. 'Should I make it easy? or should I lead her over myself?' he thought while glancing down towards his usual fixing materials. A burned looking spoon, a tiny lighter, a few cotton balls, and the tiny baggy. Everything little. Oh, and don't forget the newly prepared syringe; another un-used one lied off on the side.

What if this person was a employee? He'd be fucked. He'd have to start over his year program and he wouldn't have a chance to show that his addiction was 'gone', he'd have to re-do evaluation and he'd be stuck in isolation for a while without visits from anyone. They'd know he'd have an outside source, which meant he would be completely screwed in trying to get meth into his aching veins. His chest tightened at the thought. He couldn't stay in isolation for the two weeks they kept him in there. He wasn't even aloud to go to the bathroom alone... it was like being in prison, minus the fact there was no bathroom in the room, mainly because it was an easy way to kill yourself. Maybe that's what he should do if someone catches him again? Maybe he could get away with slitting his wrists or suffocating himself. It was pretty easy if you knew what you were doing. He's seen someone off themselves before, and they knew what they were doing. 'Well.. I think they knew what they were doing,' he thought and let his head shake.

Carefully lifting himself from the shelf he sat on, he was cautious to go around the walls so he could get himself behind her. If she would go for an attack of some sort he could defend himself easier if he had the advantage of catching her. Hopefully he didn't have to. "You lost?" his voice rang out as he got to the bottom of the stairs, his arms crossed while he watched the figure move further into the dark. "I know you're a patient if you can't find the light switch," he chuckled slightly and waited for her reaction; he was fully on alert just in case she went for the attack or went for a scream. Did he need her throwing out his position? His favorite hiding spot? Fuck no. He wasn't going to let some girl give out his location because she wanted to explore.

"I'm not a nurse or doctor, and not a therapist... so you don't have to freak out that you're in some crazy amount of trouble," he sighed and let his look flatten as well as his voice go back down to a medium mono-toned sound, "though you did interrupt my only time today to hit up," he muttered and let his eyes trail the girl; even in the dark he could still partially see her. Little body, he was taller than her but probably just a little bigger weight wise. He kept loosing from meth, so he was starting to look anorexic even though he ate as much as he could when he was hungry. Matt just hoped she wouldn't freak, He hoped she wouldn't do anything stupid.

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notes » I hope that was fine, i kept getting distracted.... so sorry if i jumped around.
tag » victoria.
song » i'll be there by: Taeyang
credits » mememe. i made the template.

[victoria lynn jackson]

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Vic was honestly starting to second guess herself. As she continued to search, she felt herself getting more creeped by the minuet. It almost seemed like there was something down there watching her. Don't be paranoid, she scolded herself, though she soon found out she wasn't being paranoid at all. As soon as she heard the voice from behind her, she jumped; turning around to face the voice while her natural instincts forced her to back up, causing her to back into a wall. Hard. "Ow," she said as she felt a dull pain in her head, but she barely concentrated on that. Her heart was beating a mile a minuet, and though it could have easily been another patient, that thought didn't even cross her mind. After all, she was in an asylum, and what kind of person actually snuck up from behind on someone? That thought was more of her adrenaline speaking then her actual brain, but she didn't care.

As he made the comment about her having to be a patient, her heart sank, automatically thinking it was someone that worked there. Obviously this is off limits. What if I get in trouble? Vic was wishing that she could see the face or something besides the outline of the man who was talking to her. "Uhm, yeah...I..." she started as she backed away some, trying to find a way towards the door. Yeah, maybe running wasn't the best idea, but talking it out didn't seem to be working. Keep trying, she urged herself, trying to think of something good to say. "I was just...Uhh...[" she tried again, knowing that her voice was shaking. She wouldn't even know what to do if she landed in isolation again. She knew she wouldn't be able to handle it. All she had wished for was someone to hang out with; not someone to ship her off to one of her biggest fears.

The boy had obviously figured out that she was scarred out of her whits, letting her know that he wasn't going to get her into trouble. Since he wasn't someone that worked at the place, he had to be a patient. Well, that or some random homeless guy that snuck into the basement, but she doubted that. A wave of relief fled through her as she said, "Oh." She couldn't deny that she felt a little dumb for figuring it was anyone else than a patient. Why in the world would a worker be sitting in the dark, creepy basement when they had quarters of their own to live in? Then again, she could ask the same thing about herself and the boy who she was currently with. Luckily, he answered her before she could even ask, though she was confused at first."Hit up?" she asked, slightly confused, but once the words left her mouth, she knew what he was talking about; drugs. "Oh, right. I got it, sorry. I guess my mind's still out of it," she replied, feeling sort of dumb. Way to go; now he won't want to talk to you at all...

She knew from his words that she had interrupted him, but she wasn't ready to leave yet. She really hoped he didn't want her to leave, because then she'd be back to where she had started. "Sorry for stopping you. Don't let me stop you or anything...I was just kind of looking for someone to be with...if that's okay?" She asked using her naturally sweet voice. It was very rare for Vic to be rude with anyone, and if she ever was, it's because someone else influenced her to. Honestly, though, she still wasn't even completely sure who she was talking to, which is strange, seeing as she just asked to stick around and hang with him. "Is there an actual light down here?" she asked, knowing things might not be as scary if she could see who she was actually talking to.

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WELL, HEY THERE! THIS POST HERE IS FOR MATT. IT HAS ? WORDS. VIC IS WEARING THAT OUTFIT IN THE PICTURE BECAUSE SHE'S TRYING TO LOOK CUTE. THIS POST IS INDEED FINISHED AND I'D JUST LIKE TO SAY, NAH, IT WAS GOOD! MINE'S THE SAME WAY THOUGH, HAHA. I WROTE IT AT TWO DIFFERENT TIMES..

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