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Post by Helena Way on May 28, 2007 14:12:06 GMT -5
Helena pretty much knew she would get depression - that is if she didn’t already have it. Her dad had it before, and so did her uncle, and her mom also. That, with the fact that her dad wasn’t home much, she never really could keep friends, she didn’t tell others what she was feeling, and that she had a knife collection. She was destined -or at least she thought- to get depressed. And she was already on that road to begin with. Her brother didn’t even know that sometimes she didn’t want to live, nor her little sister. And she hung out with them the most. Her father might have been able to tell, if he was around enough. Helena’s mom should have been able to tell, but she was always busy trying to look after Helena’s little sister -Heather. But Helena didn’t bother telling anyone, she just always helped her mom with Heather, or helped out Logan whenever he needed or wanted it. Heather was usually doing one thing or another to get in trouble, so Helena got her out. Logan seemed to always be low on money, so Helena gave him some. Sometimes she just wished they would do something in return, but they never did.
Helena nodded, staring down at her drawing as he spoke. So she was right, George was his best friend, and apparently band mate. Sometime she wished she could have a friend that she could share everything with, but she didn’t care. Or at least she didn’t let it show that she cared. Her head lifted up when he held out a piece of paper, slowly she took it, smiling at him. ”Sure, sounds cool.” she told him, putting the paper in her pocket so she wouldn’t lose it. Which is something she would do if she didn’t put it someplace safe. Helena never has been good at not losing things, especially if they are in her room, you can’t find anything in her room.
The song ‘I’m Not Okay (I Promise)’ started coming from inside one of Helena’s pockets. Helena pulled out her cell phone from her pocket, she knew that ring tone, it meant that he dad was calling. She gave Jared a small smile to say she was sorry someone called, and opened the phone up. ”Hi dad.” ”Helena, where are you? You were suppose to be home an hour ago.” ”It started raining so I went into Starbucks.” A sigh came from the other line, the phone wasn’t that quiet so if you were close you could hear the whole conversation. ”You’re wearing Mikey’s hoodie again aren’t you?” ”Why would I ever take his hoodie? she told him sarcastically. ”You are. And it’s completely soaked isn’t it?” ”Maybe.” ”Don’t come home until after it’s dried then, Mikey’s here and I know he doesn’t want to see his hoodie all wet. I just wanted to tell you that we are leaving for tour in a few minutes, and be careful. I don’t want you getting hurt.” ”You’re leaving? And dad, I can take care of myself.” ”Sure. That’s why when people yell at you, you just take it. That’s why the last time someone hit you, you just took it.” ”Love you dad, bye.” she ended the conversation, hanging up the phone. She tried not to let it show that she hated it when he left, or that she had gotten slightly annoyed that he had brought up that fact that she just sat back and let people hurt her, because she was too afraid to stand up for herself. Helena looked up at Jared. ”Sorry about that. My dad just wanted to tell me he was leaving for tour again. And that I shouldn’t take my uncles hoodies.” she added, trying to lighten her mood.
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Post by Jared Wentz on May 28, 2007 15:58:47 GMT -5
[/b] Jared said with a smile. The sun was coming out now, and Jared looked out of the window, hoping to see a rainbow. Jared was a very climate person - if it was raining he'd feel a little down, and the sun brought out a smile with Jared. He liked going out and about and doing things outside. He had a bag with him, full of nothing more than a packet of jellybeans and some biscuits - stuff for home, basically. Jared was a jellybean addict, and he ate them quite quickly. The biscuits were because George had been complaining that Jared fed too many to Kaiser and said that his dog was getting fat - which wasn't true at all. Although, in all honesty Jared should be walking the dog right now, given the time. He glanced at the time on his phone and then looked at Helena. "I need to go home and walk my dog - do you want to come with me?" Jared asked. "It's clearing up outside, so we won't get wet..." Jared said. There was nothing worse than walking in the rain - unless you were walking in the rain with your wet smelly German Shepard who loved mud. [/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by Helena Way on May 28, 2007 16:15:38 GMT -5
Helena laughed, she was always being told not to take her uncles clothes. But she never listened, she loved them too much. The clothes, not the uncles. Okay, so that isn’t really true. She loved them all, just maybe the hoodies a bit more. Maybe. ”He’s just reminding me, since I keep taking their clothes. I would take my dads, but they don’t fit. Mikey’s fit. But he’s a stick. He has absolutely no meat on hid bones what-so-ever. No matter how much he eats.” she told him with a smile. Her eyes looked outside, the sun was now out. Helena found her smile growing, she loved the rain and all, but she loved the sun even more.
”Sure. There’s no reason for me to go home yet anyway, my dad would have just left, and I’m not suppose to come home until the hoodie is completely dry. Even though why I don’t know, it’s not like Mikey will still be there.” she told him, laughing. Helena smiled, ”A dog, me likey animals. My dad doesn’t want me to have any pets, he says if I can’t keep my room clean then I wouldn’t be able to look after a pet.” she added, shrugging.
Helena’s hair was now dry at least. Just since it had gotten wet was now starting to curl, and looked kind of scraggly. But Helena didn’t care, she didn’t normally care. Helena ran her fingers through her hair, trying to straighten it just a bit at least. ”I think I’m going to dye my hair soon, change the orange streaks to red, or blue, or white, or pink, or maybe all of those.” she muttered, talking to herself......out loud. She did that sometimes, talk to herself out loud. Some people would call her crazy because of it, she calls in different. [/blockquote]
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