As he {faded} away`` OPEN!

[damon]

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Left blind from the brightness of your halo
No one shines like you do
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Temperate footfalls made soft thuds as the lithe boy walked through the corridor. Slender hands were outstretched ever so slightly while his fingertips grazed the stone walls. This morning he did not feel very good, not very good at all. He had been plagued all night long with haunting nightmares and so he got very little sleep. Raven hair fell into his eyes as he took another exhausting step. The lithe boy felt like he did when he was living there. His body felt sluggish and his he felt like he just wanted to lie down for the whole day. A soft frown adorned his lips.

He couldn't do that though. He swept some hair from his eyes and wandered around, he wasn't sure where he was going but he felt anxious and so he thought the movement would help. Innocent eyes peered through the ebony locks and he stopped at a sickeningly strange looking corridor. Damon felt a large surge of anxiety and the familiar horrible feeling rushed over him.

The man's hand tangled in the youth's hair, forcing the lovely eyes of the child to gaze upward at the monster who dared call himself a man. A leer was evident in the sadist's features and he pressed a kiss with bruising force to the innocent's lips. Damon was quivering beneath the man's weight and in the darkness of his room his clothing was discarded. The man's movements were harsh and demeaning, kissing the boy once more."I love you," the rough words were lost in the muted silence and Timothy smirked at him.

It was amazing how strong the man was compared to the small framed eleven year old. The monster held him down and pressed a kiss to the child's lips once more, the boy closed his eyes. A kiss.

Oh what that small gesture could stand for. His lips were hard and demanding against the boy's own and despite his fear he kissed the man back. It showed everything, their relationship, how the man dominated every aspect of his life. Timothy ran his hands over the child, murmuring his love all the while. Seizing the boys hips, he forced into the child beneath him and the familiar feeling of being taken consumed Damon. He hated it and loved it all the same. The horrid crime was the only sense of affection and closeness the boy really received and though it hurt him, though it broke him... he was being loved. This was love.

Those light eyes.

The things they had seen, it was an abomination. He arched his back a bit as the man pressed deeper still, his moans overshadowing the small whimpers. Damon wrapped his arms around the man above him, hugging him, needed a sense of reassurance, of love. The raven haired boy tried to block the pain out, for good boys didn't cry. It was a difficult task but the boy held tighter onto the stronger man before him. The child suffered and no one came for him.

The rape left him used, hurt and yet loved still and as Damon finally broke and sobbed in the darkness long after the man had redressed and left him to the shadow. The boy wished for freedom and for no one to ever touch him again. He prayed. No one. He never wanted to be loved again.

The dark haired boy found himself pressed against the wall further down the corridor, breathing battered, and tears rolling down his cheeks. He was wrong back then, he needed to be loved, he missed Timothy so much. He wanted to be loved, no matter what form it came in. He was trembling like mad, the doctors had told him that these sort of flashbacks were normal and a part of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. They told him it was linked to the rapes but that was a bad word. A word Damon refused to say for it really upset Timothy, in fact the boy had been punished for even uttering it.

Damon hadn't even known what that had meant but he would never say it again. He was so confused now, therapists had told him what Timothy had done was wrong. Deep down Damon felt the horrible fear he had to cope with there but no one understood that Timothy didn't mean to hurt him. He took care of him. The soft featured boy bit his lip, not wanting to think about it anymore. It was much too confusing. Light eyes surveyed the deserted corridor and gently sunk to the floor, sitting where he had stopped.



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[silhouette]

As Sil walked the hallways her mind drifted in and out of small realistic daydreams that seemed pleasant enough. A kind man walked next to her with a smile; a little girl in a white dress danced in front of her. Sil marveled at the little rainbows that shot around the girl and the stars that seemed to light up the ceiling. She smiled until she realized it was no more than a fantasy. She frowned some and shook her head. “How is it that I have to be delusional…? And yet things seem slightly real…” she thought to herself. She played with the hem of her “NeverShoutNever!” tee and stared at her neon blue skinny jeans and socks. She childishly stomped around the hallway, her socks making little noise. She giggled at the thought of sliding down the hallways in her socks. She continued to wonder the hallways with her headphones in and the music up. She started drifting farther into her own little world until she walked past a darker hallway. She saw a raven haired boy in the deserted corridor and realized the boy was real. She noticed how tears ran down his cheeks and her heart instantly went out to the boy. She thought about going over and talking to him, but was worried he would yell at her. Finally she got up the courage to go over

Sil walked cautiously over to the boy. "Hey... Are you... Alright?" she asked quietly, crouching down in front of him. Her brown and black hair fell around her shoulders and she tilted her head to the side looking at him. She rummaged through her pocket and found a handkerchief. She kindly held it out to the boy. "Uhm... Here wipe away your tears... It's going to be okay." she said in what she hoped was a comforting voice. Sil sat in front of the boy waiting until he was ready to talk or at least tell her to go away. She knew not everyone wanted to talk right away, but Sil was okay with that. She wanted to just... Comfort people. She hated watching others suffer and wished she could take their pain away. She had a big heart and had lots of kindness to share, should anyone merit to be trusted. Though Sil didn't need to trust someone to just be there for them. It was whether or not they took her kindness without harming her in the process. "Um... I'm Sil!" she said after moments of silence.

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[damon]

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Left blind from the brightness of your halo
No one shines like you do
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Damon's gaze fixated on the marble flooring, a few tears streamed down his face. Without too much thought he wiped the lingering tears away. It was almost like two of his conditions were at a constant battle. Stockholm Syndrome led him to have a very unnatural relationship with his captor, something mimicking love as Damon would stick up for Timothy. No one understood that if Damon something bad he had to be punished. Timothy didn't want to do it but he had to so Damon would not make the same mistakes. Then the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder was a constant reminder of all the atrocities committed against him. Timothy stole his innocence, subjecting him to sexual abuse and exploitation as early as the age of four. He raped Damon, he molested Damon, he took pictures of Damon, he tortured Damon and the boy knew how horrible it was. He knew because deep down he felt it. It was bad for people to force others into having sex with them, it was bad for them to carve their names into their skin. It was bad to deny someone food so they wouldn't get 'fat.'

Damon bit his lip, hard. He hated being so confused and tried to direct his thoughts elsewhere. After all, it didn't matter if it was bad because if Timothy found him it would go back to normal. The raven haired youth would be punished for running away and become Tim's once more. The light eyed boy wasn't sure if that was what he wanted, he wanted to be loved. Though in a nice way, he didn't want to be hurt anymore. Shaking his head gently he realized he was still shaking and softly cursed himself. Gently he rested his back against the wall, he was adjusting to the darkness now. Fresh tears were streaming down his face, he just didn't know what to do, how could he stay here? Timothy would surely come to hurt him again. Hearing soft footsteps he froze for a moment. Light eyes came to focus on a girl, she spoke to him gently and bent down before him.

"I'm okay," his voice was barely audible but laced with kindness. He cautiously took the handkerchief from her and gently dabbed the tears from his pale face. "Thank you," the innocent spoke gratefully. The way she spoke made the boy feel a bit safer and for the time being he didn't think on Timothy. The boy carefully drew his knees up to his chest, "I'm Damon, nice to meet you," she seemed quite nice. Rarely had Damon been treated with the sort of gentleness she was showing him now. The boy smiled, "you look like a princess." He exhibited some childlike tendencies because the way he was treated and sheltered. He was grateful for some company.



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[silhouette]

Sil smiled at the raven haired boy as he spoke to her. She was glad he would speak to her. She had been worried that she would get brushed off or told to leave when she only wanted to help. She could see the boy shaking and she sat next to him and cautiously placed an arm around his shoulder, unsure of how he’d react. She knew that it was comforting to some but not all. Paranoia crept up in her mind of getting hurt, but she hushed it and shook her head trying to focus on the situation at hand. She needed to pay more attention to making this boy better than she needed to worry about getting hurt. She smiled and nodded when he thanked her. “No big. Thought that might come in handy today.” she said with a small smile. She noticed how he closed himself up by drawing his knees to his chest and frowned a little. She hoped she was comforting him as she could tell he was in great distress. She committed his name to memory and smiled a little more. At his next word she blushed lightly and tried not to laugh. Not once was she told she looked like a princess. When other little girls dressed up in their “Fairy Princess” outfits, Sil was dressing up in the boy’s costumes. “A princess? Hmm… Maybe.” she said with a small giggle. “It is a nice compliment yet it seems childish at the same time” she thought to herself. She continued to sit and hug Damon, not wanting to ask what was wrong for fear of him crying again. His light eyes were too pretty to have tears in them.

After a bit of silent hugging, Sil got up some nerve and gently said “Care to talk about it?” She hoped she hadn’t offended him in any way. He was cute and seemed to be innocent as well as kind. She could only wait for his reply. While waiting she thought about what was wrong with her. How she’d never really be the same. And how she was desperately searching for answers to the recent vivid terrors and nightmares she was having. She sighed lightly wishing that they didn’t exist. She started to slip into thinking negatively and wanting to cry herself, but she stopped herself once again and looked over at Damon. She wanted to pay more attention to him than her own selfish sadness. Silently she tightened the hug and smiled reassuringly.

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