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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Jun 27, 2007 20:42:41 GMT
Billie was sat in a small empty room. The lights were off, the cutains were closed. She had no intention of letting light enter at all.
She was sad against the wall, uddled up. She had tear tsained eyes and macara down her cheeks. Her hair was a mess. She looked worse than that night at the cafe.
What had she done?
She didn't mean that by wishing she had never done something. Because she didn't know what she had done. there were rumours going around, people were calling her all sorts of names. Slu*t. Slag. Wh*re. All those sorts of things and even more. That upset her but what caused her to almost break down was when she heard two first years talking. One of them said something along the lines of 'Did you hear about that Billie girl? Leo heard. He's been so upset lately. I feel so sorry for him. Going out with such a sl*t'. But they turned around and saw her and quickly walked on. What did she do? She honestly didn't know. Had she slept with someone?!
She sliped some pills into her mouth and continued to cry. Did Leo really hate her? if so, would he tell her what she had done? She didn't remember a single thing. All she knew was that this morning she had a splitting headache and had to leg it into the bathrooms to throw up.
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Post by Alana Lestrange on Jun 27, 2007 20:55:53 GMT
Alana was hoping the room on the first floor was empty, she felt ill and drained of blood, she hadnt been eating, drinking or sleeping, her eyes were red, puffy and bloodshot, her hair looked dry and her face as white as a sheet of paper.
Alana walked into the cold dark room, she heard crying, she ddint care who it was, she too began to cry, she stared at her scarred arms as hot tears fell on them, she turned her head and BLAGH she threw up the mucus and phlegm that was in her stomach, she felt dizzy as if she was going to faint and then BLAGH again she coughed a bit, she didnt know what it was that she had coughed up all she knew is there was a coppery blood taste left in her mouth, Alana didnt care if it was blood all she knew was that she was going to be killed soon, and there was noting she could do about it.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Jun 28, 2007 18:27:20 GMT
[green]Billie looked up to see who had just come in. People weren't meant to come in. People were meant to be here alone and they wouldn't get interupted in their upsetness. It was the law.
Her heart lurched when she saw ti was. Oh please, not Alana. Anyone but her. Alana was obviously here to take the piss out of her.
Oh wait no. Alana had thrown up. Billie couldn't see well. Partly because of the tears and partly because she hadn't bothered to put in her contact lenses. She dug dep into her pocket and put on her black thick rimmed glasses. It had been a long time since she had worn these.
She looked at Alana but didn't say anything. It seemed that Alana was wasting away. She hadn't seen her eat for a while now. Was she developing an eating disorder?
Alana was also tearful. Maybe this would be a weird and rare moment where they didn't want to kill each other.[/green]
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Post by Alana Lestrange on Jun 28, 2007 18:36:21 GMT
Alana slumped back against the wall, her body aching her, she was shaking uncontrollably, she felt cold and ill but it wasnt just that, she felt as weak as hell, she scrunched up her eyes and then looked around, she couldnt see well at all, it seemed that she had gone partly blind with the tears, but she knew that hair anywhere, billie, she was probably going to sit there mocking her whilst she was weak, Alana couldnt fight she couldnt do anything, it was like her lfie was being drained out of her slowly.
Alana could feel no emotions, appart from hatred, depression, sadness and fear, there was no more love for Beau, happyness with Olli, or even the joy of the fact she was to be an aunt in december, she didnt care for her sister, she had found out that night that luna was her sister, she wasnt very proud her parents loathed her, yet somehow Alana felt slightly sorry for her and imagined how life would be finding out aged 21 who your real parents were and that you had lived with them half your life without knowing they were your parents.
Thoughts running through Alana's mind, she coughed up more blood, what was wrong with her body, she wasnt functioning properly at all, she couldnt even give one simple dirty look yet alone a smile.
Alana looked at Billie, "Mock me all you want Hardings because I dont really give a crap." she said pushing her hair back, her face had gone very thin, her cheekbones distinguishable, her high cheeks used to hide it all but now she had gone very thin, her thumb and forefinger could wrap around her wrist leaving space for a few fingers from her other ahnd to fit in, she wasnt well at all, it was quite scary really.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Jun 28, 2007 18:48:46 GMT
[green]With make up still down her face and pale skin she looked up at Alana. My gosh. She was right. Alana was wasting away. And it wasn't in the slightest bit funny.
Billie's long nails were black and chipped, her fingers a cold white.
Why didn't she knew what she had done? All that filled her was misery, hopelessness and wonder towards what on earth she had done?
What if she had done something really bad? Leo knew what it was that she had done. What if he thought of her as a different person, a worse person. What if he said the words she dreaded. What if he told her that it just wasn't working out?
It was about 5:00 AM when Billie had got in, she had got some well deserved sleep but was woken up a couple of hours ago and had to run into the girls loos to be sick. Again. She was vomiting more and more blood up every time.
Billie shook her head at Alana. "Believe me. I'm not in a position to mock anyone." She whispered. With that she burst into tears again. What had she done at 3:00 Am this morning? Why couldn't she remember it?[/green]
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Post by Alana Lestrange on Jun 28, 2007 19:15:59 GMT
Alana fekt dizzy, silent tears sliding down her cheeks, she took a deep breath that pained her chest as if a million needles were being jabbed into it at once, she exhaled and all the pain left her body, was it better just to be dead? she was putting herself through so much stress, mentally and physically, she had lost alot of blood, it wasnt righ to self harm, but what joy was there left in the world?
Alana looked at Billie, wasnt it strange that they were always happy, sad, or in distress at the same time? She placed a cod bony hand on the wall and pressed her cheek against it and coughed up more blood, her clothes were stained with it, it was quite obvious that she would soon pass out from lack fo sleep, lack of food and lack of... love.
Alana missed her family, even though they were horrid to her, she still needed love, yet she was shunned to the side, nobody cared for her anymore, if she died right there would anybody give a damn? At those thaughts Alana began to cry loudly once again burying her head in her arms.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Jun 28, 2007 20:17:59 GMT
[green]It was a stupid question but Billie asked it anyway.
"Alana..Are you ok?" She asked...Well...Whispered. It struck her as weird that they were always upset at the same time. Very weird indeed but she didn't care. She just wanted to scream but she was already going as far enough to cry.
She rested her head against the cold wall. Her eyes were red from the tears and they were magnified by the glasses. Her glasses were pushing against the side of her head and it hurt. But right now it seemed that pain was her friend. Why was she branded as a sl*t?
She wanted tojust play her anger and tears away by singing or playing guitar but her guitar was in the Sytherin girls dorms. And she never sung unaccompanied by an instrument.
She wnated Leo here, he could comfort her and tell her whatever everyone was on about. But he had his own woes. What with his parents funeral.[/green]
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Post by Alana Lestrange on Jun 28, 2007 20:32:46 GMT
"What do you care!" she croaked, it had been so long since she had spoken to anybody her voice kept fading and coming back, "I thought you wished I was dead? Well you will be getting your wish!" she spat, taking deep breaths that hurt her so much she had to hold her side, her life was so messed up, at least things were going right with Luna and Leonardo, and the baby, at least somebody was happy.
Alana turned her head towards the bin and threw up once more, "You love seeing me like this dont you? Well hopefully you wont be seeing me at all, never again will you have to look into my face and think 'what a biatch' because I know you do, and to be honest I agree with you, I dont deserve to live and I should be put in a pit to die." she said and burst out crying again.
"I hope you're happy Billie Joe Hardings, I know your mother would of have!" she spat panting loudly, she was seriosuly unhealthy, she looked annorexic even, she hated food, she couldnt even look at it, she felt sick, the only thing she wanted at that moment was to die, she was getting it anyway but she was afraid, actually terrified, her stomach churned often for food but she couldnt eat, she couldnt sleep she couldnt even bring herself to sing anymore, or play her guitar or even check up on the rest of her band members, it will probably be a 'til death do us part' senario, no point for the name of the band then, eh.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Jun 30, 2007 18:50:29 GMT
[green]Billie winced as Alana croaked at her. Man she was messed up. The Hogsmeade incident had certainly took more effect of Alana than it had on her.
Alana was inbetween anger and dispair. Billie was between weakness and depression, she wasn't about to try and strangle Alana right now like she usually would've.
She looked at the floor as Alana brought up the contents of her stomache. Billie hadn't been eating lately. Just drinking alcohol. And alot of it. It caused her to be sick every single morning and each morning she was bringing up more and more blood every time.
She shook her head.
"No. No I don't love seeing you like this. And so maybe I do think you are a biatch. But I know I'm more of one." She uttered. "You don't deserve to die. There are worse people around."
Her step-sister for instance.
Her blood began to boil slightly as Her mother was mentioned. "Don't you dare mention my mother. You never knew her." She hissed. Alana never even saw her mother. No one in Hogwarts had apart from Jake but he didn't count because he's dead.
Alana was basicly a stick, if Billie wasn't careful then that might be her. But Billie would be a stick with a dead liver.[/green]
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Alexis Bay
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Post by Alexis Bay on Jul 2, 2007 17:40:41 GMT
Trouble was something that Alexis enjoyed. Trouble was what Alexis Bay lived off. It was quite early and Alexis decided tat she was going to cause trouble a little earlier today. There had been rumors floating around the castle that Billie Joe had romantically kissed Christopher Anthony Brian early this morning. Gossip sure could travel quickly at Hogwarts. Alexia had never been much of a friend to Billie & so she didn't care if she hurt Billie's feelings or not. Alexia wasn't one to care about anyone's feelings.
Alexia walked through the open room, entering the dark empty room. Only Billie, Alana and lots of sick lay in the dark room.
"What ever is Leo going to say?" asked Alexia sarcastically, referring to her kiss with Chris. " What is the baby going to be called?" She taunted. Billie hadn't slept with Chris, but she had been drunk when she kissed him, so how would she know what happened?
The opposite room wasn't flooded with digested pork pies, so Alexis through herself on the floor on the opposite side of the room.
"Morning sickness already?" Laughed Alexis, as she stared blankly at the sick on the floor. Alexi s's cold laugh echoed through the cold dark room.
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Jul 2, 2007 21:52:34 GMT
Kit walked in, aiming for a place just to think on her own about acquiring certain... things before the moon was full once more, but then, she heard Alexis being a git threw the door. "Watch your mouth or you'll end up on the wrong side of several curses." Kit growled. Billie had helped Kit out in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, time to repay the favour, not that she wouldn't stick up for her friend anyway. Wand twirling in her hand, ready for a fight if need be.
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