""to be with YOU [sil]

[DEAN WILLIAM SPADE]

Dean didn't quite feel himself as he sat up on his bed at 9pm. That was the time, exactly 9. Why was he always doing the same thing, every night at nine. He would try to go to sleep at 8:30 and half an hour later he would sit up and look at the clock. 9. He'd managed to keep from doing anything for only 30 minutes. The boy had to start taking sleep medicine one of these days before he ended up dying of sleeplessness. Dean managed to lift himself up and off the bed to walk across the dorm to his piano. It seemed as though most of the stuff in his room was his and none of his other roommates. Odd. I guess he just had enough money to get a bunch of stuff into his room while the rest of them did not. Dean sat himself down on the piano stool and let his hands rest on the keys. He shivered a bit as he felt a draft. The boy was way too lazy to pull on a shirt so he simply sat there in a pair of purple and orange horizontal striped boxers. Cute. His hands tapped lightly on the keys to a familiar song. Fall For You. "The best thing 'bout tonight's that we're not fighting ..." He paused, not really sure if he needed to remember why he originally learned this song. It wasn't a song he learned for some girl, but a song he learned for his mom before he was sent here. He didn't want her to cry anymore because she was the most amazing person in his life. He was such a sweetheart. Dean was probably the only guy in the asylum that would learn how to play a song for his momma and not some stupid little crush that wouldn't ever leave his mind.

"Could it be that we have been this way before ..." His hands tapped away at the piano keys, slowly and smoothly, making perfect music along with the well in tune lyrics that he sang. He was a musician after all, and the boy made a damn good one at that. "I know you don't think that I am trying ..." He could almost feel his insides cringe at the sight of his mom sitting across the dinner table from him, crying that he was so depressed and upset that he just didn't know what to do anymore. His mom was the type that just couldn't ever imagine her son being insane or suicidal or anything like that, but unfortunately, he was. And it wasn't her fault, but he didn't know what to do to make her better. To make himself better. "I know you're wearing thin down to the core ..."

[silhouette]

She's lives in a fairytale
somewhere too far for us to find

Silhouette walked cautiously though the hallway, her wrists still bandaged up from what had happened before she came into the hospital. The lights were slowly going out and the moon light was the only source of light left to light the hallways. She had on ear bud in, her iPod and cell phone tucked away in her jacket pockets. She noticed how white her legs looked when she walked through the moon light streaming in from the windows. Her pj bottoms were almost too short even for her 5’6” frame. She was glad she’s put on the jacket to cover the matching tank top that had straps just big enough to cover her shoulder and bra strap, but still rode a bit low. Should she unzip her jacket anyone who might have seen her could’ve seen the top of her bra. She blushed lightly at the thought of any one seeing her like this. She’d taken off her makeup and pulled her brownish black hair into a pony tail. With her hair pulled back you could see the layers and blond high lights that made her hair look scene. She subconsciously turned up her music and watched her hallucination of actual music notes coming out of her other ear bud in neon colors.

“My tears run down like razorblades
And no, I'm not the one to blame
It's you ' or is it me?
And all the words we never say
Come out and now we're all ashamed
And there's no sense in playing games
When you've done all you can do” she sang quietly.

She kept her head down and walked a little quicker as she passed one of the guards. She knew what they did with the patients and she wanted no part of it. As she walked she began to hear piano music that wasn’t what her music was playing. She smiled at the memories of taking piano lessons and learning some of her favorite songs like “Fur Elise”. She turned off her own music and listened to what was being played. She recognized it almost immediately and smiled widely. She loved the song being played. She half closed her eyes, swaying to the music as well as playing an invisible piano and softly singing along with it. She dropped her arms and began to wonder towards the sound taking her time. She was glad her knee high socks silenced her footsteps against the tile floors as she neared the music. She soon heard a voice singing along with the piano. Whoever it was had a very nice voice. She thought it sounded like an alto’s voice. Possibly a girl’s voice, but it sounded almost too low for a girl. She couldn’t really tell.

Sil rounded a corner and walked down another hallway before stopping at a door. She couldn’t see the numbers above the door so she assumed it was a girl’s dorm and slowly wondered it. “Tonight will be the night I fall for you” she sang softly until she saw who the voice belonged to. It wasn’t a girl, but a young man in nothing but boxers sitting at the piano singing along. She blushed and backed up, misjudging where the door was and ended up backing into the wall with a light thud noise that wasn’t loud enough to disturb the boy playing. She thought to herself “I’ll stay until he’s finished playing…” as she sank to the floor.

When he had finished, Sil tried to get up silently and slowly, as to not make any noise, but only fell back down. With a startled cry she realized she couldn’t actually feel her legs. No doubt the boy had heard her now. As she started to regain feeling in her legs she tried standing up again only to fall back down once more. “Please! I’m sorry for intruding! But your playing was so beautiful and… And… Please don’t hurt me! Don’t call the guards on me! Please!” she whimpered with worry written on her face and fear in her eyes. She meant him no harm, but he didn’t know that. She only hoped he wouldn’t hurt her or get her in huge trouble. She tried to get up but the pain in her legs made her fall down yet again. She wanted her Max. She was so scared that she was close to tears. “Please….” she whispered again hoping he would be kind.

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Outfit: Clicky!
Words: 740
Tagged: Dean
Lyrics: Brick By Boring Brick -- Paramore
Credit: RAWR?! of cautionalso known as kali of nevermore. do not remove credit.