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[HOLLOWAY MARIE JONES]

IDIOTS! They're all fucking idiots. "I'm sorry Miss Jones but no you cannot have your ipod back until you clean up the other girls dorms." Holloway just wanted to punch the stupid bitch who thought she was doing the right thing by punishing the 17 year old for a silly prank. "THAT ISN'T EVEN FUCKING FAIR! WHAT THE FUCK!" The girl was only a mere 5'3" but she sure as hell made it known that she was fired the hell up. Her voice was filled with rage as her words were thrown towards the staff member who held her ipod down at her side. "Miss Jones you need to calm down and take a walk." Holloway fumed in anger towards the stupid women who was a few inches taller then her. Holloway took a threatening step forward, challenging the adult. "Take a fucking walk before I mother fucking THROTTLE YOUR ASS, BITCH!" At that point, the staff member took a step back and another staff member approached to push Holloway out into the halls and shut the door to the staff room. As the door shut softly in her face, the girl screamed in rage before storming off down the hall, hitting it hard with her right fist as she walked. "Ohh FUCK." She gripped her right hand with her left as she leaned her back against the wall, closing her eyes to soak up the pain.

The girl slid against the wall until she was sitting on the cold hallway floor. There wasn't anyone around that she was aware of to see her clutch her throbbing hand. The girl didn't like showing weakness at all because she was scared of being taken advantage of. She hated the feeling of being used and not being cherished for what she could give and who she was as a person. The girl wore rather tight white skinny jeans and gray slippers with a large dark grey sweatshirt. Not the most flattering outfit, but it worked. Her long hair hung down past her breasts in straight pieces. She was what you could call scene. She had dark brown hair, bangs, and wore beauteous makeup that complimented her faded blue eyes to their best. The girls body shook with anxiety as she reached in her pocket and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. As her hands shook with want, she lit the cancer stick and took a long puff and blew it out. Her eyes shut as she soaked in the wonderful feeling and stopped her body from shaking. Finally, some normalcy.

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[spencertwice]

IT'S HARD FOR ME TO SAY
but I think you've taken my heart away

Spencer walked down the hallway - his strides long and strong . His long legs took him further than they would if he was shorter . He strode with purpose and poise . That part was obvious - you could see in his gait the confidence he held . His head was high , his expression strong and demanding attention , everywhere he went . The corridor seemed to stretch on in front of him , infinite dark spaces . The linoleum was white , scuffed , and filled with students - prisoners - in this torture camp . There were few staff members to be found roaming the hall . Like that was a surprise . They didn't care about the kids here . All they wanted was to give them their pills , and walk away . With the occasional punishment . Completely stupid and pointless . They really aren't even need for watching the kids take their pills - most of the staff leave once they've handed them over . Which means most kids don't take that shit . Unless their addicts and plan on distributing them later . A light twinkled and then burst over . The bulb in the rectangular holder in the ceiling was now pitch black . And ominous sign . Spencer continued walking . There was no need to be creeped out by something like a busted light . It happens all the time . Especially in run down places like this . Taking a glance behind him , he sees that there were now no other people occupying the corridor . Which was obscenely peculiar . Spencer shook his head and continued on his way . To where ? He didn't even know .

He soon realized that he was walking toward one of the more popular staff rooms . Everyday , you see staff members coming and going through those two double doors - all looked forlorn - as if they themselves , were being punished just by being there . Honestly , if they didn't want to be there and were that miserable they should leave . No one was forcing them to stay . Although with the economy you keep any job you have . It pays the bills and feeds the family . Spencer passed a rec room . Some lame open space that had a few game tables ( such as table tennis and pool ) , an old television , chairs and tables lined the rooms , with blacked out windows . There were many people in the room . Mostly older patients that have nothing better to do than to rot away in here . Spence felt a pang of sadness for them . They were sent her by their family who cared about them - yet families rarely visited . So they're left here without any love or compassion . It took much effort to pass the room without another look . Some young blonde staff member walked passed , carrying a tray of some sorts . he didn't bother looking at the trays for too long though - he smirked at the woman and although she acted like she couldn't see him - he saw a blush rise to her cheeks . They passed each other - and his strides became a little more cocky .

Coming around a corner he heard a voice . Loud and irritated . "Take a fucking walk before I mother fucking THROTTLE YOUR ASS, BITCH!" The voice shouted from a distance . Spencer stopped - momentarily hiding behind the corner . He heard a scream , footsteps , and something like a pound . It made him think of all the fights he's ever gotten into . As he rounded the corner completely he saw a small , fragile girl sitting on the dirty floor - taking out a smoke . His hand instinctively reached down to pat the rectangular box in his pocket . Coming up to the scene looking girl he sat down on the floor next to her without introducing himself . "I thought that was a dude who hit the wall ."

[/b] He looked up at the dent in the wall - it could definitely put a males to shame . "That was badass."[/b] He complimented , sliding his own cigarette out and lighting it up , taking a drag and not bothering with the passing staff members .


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The girl let her hand lay on the cool ground as she took another drag from the blunt she held in her off hand. She wasn't quite use to smoking from this hand, but you had to always make sure you could make adjustments when the other hand was in use or pain. In this case, her hand was in pain. She hit the wall, and she hit it hard. The walls here were not soft at all, therefore, her hand was probably shattered to bits. And there was absolutely nothing anyone could do about it. Holloway listened as she heard someone sit down beside her and light up. Her eyes remained closed as the words fluttered over to her. So this was a boy who decided to keep her company. What fun. "That was badass." An instant smile formed on her face as her eyes opened and she turned to the side to look at him. He was ... attractive. His facial features were well defined, as if cut perfectly with the most precise knife you could find. His hair was a bit on the long side, but he pulled it off well. And, an added factor, he looked damn good with a cigarette in his hand. The girl smirked before taking another drag and speaking, smoke drifting out of her mouth and fading into the surrounding air as she did so. "Thanks, I think I broke my hand though. No more hitting walls for a while." She followed her sentence with a shrug before closing her eyes and turning to face straight ahead again.

The girl remained quiet for a while, listening to the boy and whatever he had to say before replying and asking a question of her own. "So what's your name?" And perhaps the size of your penis. Yeah, write that down, and your number please. Holloway couldn't help but smile and suppress laughter as these thoughts swirled through her head. Goddamn she was a bad seed. How had the perfect little girl gone so downhill so fast! It was a wonder she even smoked, since her father died so young of lung cancer because of smoking. Deep down she knew she did it to be close to her father, but no one else knew that, and she was pretty sure no one would ever know her well enough to discover that. It had been a long ass time since anyone even tried to get to know the outer layer of the girl, let alone dig down deep to discover her past. Maybe one of these days someone would come along, smoking a cig and sitting against a wall in a dirty hallway, to figure her out and help her through life. Who knows.

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[spencertwice]

IT'S HARD FOR ME TO SAY
but I think you've taken my heart away

Spencer took a long drag of his cigarette , feeling the smoke travel down his throat and into his lungs . The familiarity washed thorough him and he relished the feeling , the warmth , the contentedness . He leaned his head back against the cool wall , head tilted to the girl , eyes on her face . She was definitely a girl he would classify as scene . He didn't really like those types of girls usually , he was more into classy , classic girls , but this girl - she wasn't horrible looking . She was actually totally gorgeous . Her hair didn't distract too much from her face , neither did her make-up . She didn't cover her eyes to make her look like a raccoon , but just enough to make her blue eyes sparkle . He blinked his own , taking in everything . She looked small , small , dainty , fragile , petite , call it what you will , but she was tiny next to him . Now - Spencer was by no means 'buff' . He was lean and just a tad muscular , his arms were a bit lanky and he still had a bit to grow in - but other than that , Spencer knew he was good looking . His face was chiseled , cheek bones were pronounced under his pale skin . His blue eyes were bright yet calm . They always were . They never seemed too eager or too lifeless . They were sometimes considered beautiful , maybe gorgeous of stunning . Sometimes , of course . Absently , Spencer placed the cigarette between him lips delicately and inhaled in . He breathed in again to get the smoke down into his lugs and exhaled the excess smoke , lips opening around the cigarette . He held it between his lips , not bothering on taking it back into his hand . Spencer pushed himself up against the wall , sitting taller .

He looked down at her swollen hand . It did look pretty bad - he could actually clearly see that her middle finger was completely shattered . Her middle finger was limp and distorted , it reminded him of the time he broke his leg . He was skateboarding at a young and , grinding a rail . and just as he landed , he shattered his knee cap . Most painful thing to ever happen to him . The pain was unbearable - though that's different from the pain that she would feel . Hands and fingers are tough , the bones smaller , she won't feel such an intense pain - but still , it must be pretty bad . He took a short inhale - and reached over to her . Gingerly , with the up most care , he took her hand and set it in his lap . Yeah , there were more than one bones broken . He could see some bones jar out , poking her skin , it almost made him cringe . He traced down her arm to check that there weren't any other breaks . He lightly went down her arm , applying little pressure , and stopped at her wrist . "Jesus Christ , you really know how to fuck yourself up , don't you ?"

[/b] He mumbled around the cigarette hanging out of his mouth . Spencer took the cigarette out and tapped the ashes off the tip of it , the amber along with it . He cursed and lit again . He supposed he should give the girl her hand back - but he didn't . Simply kept it there . Faintly , as if coming from far away - down a road , through a tunnel , he heard her ask his name . He smiled over at her , "Spencer Knightswood ,"[/b] He offered , nodding to the girl .

Setting the cig back in his mouth he mumbled , "And yours ? I might as well know your name considering we're practically to second base ."[/b] He winked , chuckling to herself . What do you expect ? She was damn cute and he was a man . A male . A male with an attractive woman's hand in his lap . He was going to flirt , no doubt .


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As he picked up her hand and placed it in his lap, she opened her eyes and glanced at him. The touch of another human was a pleasant surprise to the girl who hadn't had so much as a handshake in the past month. That's what being stuck in this place did to you. Isolated you. All she was focused on was sleeping, eating, and pranking people. She hasn't at all been interested in what she was missing out on, until now. The swift feeling of his fingers applying light pressure to her arm as they trailed down towards her hand sent s shiver down her spine and caused a smile to appear on her face. In response to his question/statement, she simply smirked and nodded. She really did know how to fuck herself up. But hey! That's what happens when you have anger management. You know you can hurt yourself, and you simply let it happen. It's just a habit to take the pain and wait for it to eventually go away, because it will eventually. Holloway tapped off her cigarette as he did so with his. Fortunately for her, the amber remained in its place and continued to burn the toxic stick as the girl inhaled another drag on the white rolled piece of paper. "Spencer Knightswood ," So his name was Spencer. She had never met someone with his name before, which was a bit upsetting. The girl was so damn forgetful that he'd be highly lucky if she remembered his name. To what he next said, Holloway giggled. "Second base. For sure." She made eye contact with him, her faded blue eyes locking with his sparkling blues. There was a moment where everything just stood still before she smiled a smile that said, you've made my insides melt, and spoke.

"I'm Holloway. It's really nice to meet you." The girl grinned and shifted her hand until she could find the warmth of his boneless bone. She allowed her shattered hand to rest on top of it as she took another deep inhale of her smoke before dabbing it out on the ground next to her. She had absolutely no respect for this place, since it had no respect for her. "What're you in for?" The words she used made it sound like the two of them were in jail or something, when really they were just in an asylum. No big deal. NOT.

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[spencertwice]

IT'S HARD FOR ME TO SAY
but I think you've taken my heart away

So strangely , when Spencer and the girls eyes met - there was something there . Like a cliche romantic comedy , he felt something inside him stir . It unsettled him , because this was the first time he has ever felt something so strong . He felt as if they're supposed to be here - together . Now . he had no way of explaining it - but it was like the world wanted them to be together . In what way , Spencer didn't know . Friends , enemies , lovers , whichever - they were meant to be in each others lives . A totally separate feeling arose in his stomach - another unfamiliar feeling . What the hell was happening ? He felt anxious , and giddy . Like he could smile all day and never get tired of it . But he also felt nervous . Nervous enough to look down - breaking their connection . Of all the books he's read , never had he read something on this . When the author told about people first looking into the others eyes - they never mention how scared you are , or how ... joyful . And just like that , in a second , he knew what he was feeling . Butterflies . Butterflies tumbled inside his stomach and Spencer draped an arm across his torso casually - trying to get them to settle . He has never experienced something like this in all his life . Not with any girl - except , maybe for Cassidy . Shaking her out of his head - Spencer focused on Holloway - she was all that mattered at the moment . All that's supposed to matter right now . She smiled at him though , Holloway he means , before he averted his eyes . And he knew too , that what he felt , she felt too . Which made him smile in return , eyes wandering back to her face .

Seizing his opportunity , Spencer continued to play around with her arm . Although it was in no condition to play with . I mean , there had to be at least 6 bones broken . He gently stroked her forearm - knowing he wasn't doing anything to help or harm her arm - but her liked it . Oddly it brought him comfort . Her smooth skin beneath is rough hands that have gone through so much . Caused too much destruction in peoples lives . The hands that have torn families apart , broken ribs , distorted faces , were now being sweet . Gliding across porcelain colored skin , acting as if it was porcelain . Spencer wanted to suggest getting up . Getting up and taking her to the infirmary . That's what a good person would do . Thinking other others before themselves . But he was selfish . A selfish dick - so e kept quiet . Kept her to himself . besides , the placement of her hand wasn't too bad , and if she and settled it there - he wasn't going to remove it . With a deep inhale , he watched as his fingers ran across her skin . He was acting like a pussy , Spencer knew that . It was obvious , but he couldn't help it . The light above the two started to go in and out . On and off . Then it simply stopped for a moment and went dark . Strange . That was two lights . Although this place was a piece of shit . He's surprised to not see the walls crumbling . Spencer looked to the left , at a corner of the hallway to see its paint start to peel , the foundation running dry . Oh - take that back . The walls were crumbling . "What're you in for ?" Spencer couldn't help but laugh at the question . She asked him as if they were cell mates in prison . "Hey Pauly , what're you in for , mate ?" , "The usual , killed a banker. " Jesus Christ - it was a funny question .

Shaking his head, Spencer smiled over at her , a dimple slowly appearing . "What am I not in for ? "

[/b] , He joked , taking the arm that was across his torso , and taking a drag of the cigarette , inhaling deeply , barely exhaling . Tapping the ashes off to the side he set the cig back in his mouth , his right hand continued on stroking her arm . She didn't seem to mind . "I'm a really angry person , you could say . Plus I'm an addict . Like most of the sit heads around here . What about you Miss . Rage ? What are doing in a place like this ? "[/b] He resisted the urge to look down the hallways where the rec room was - for he heard a low moan emerge from a few feet down . He had hoped it was a few teens getting it on . But if it was an old couple - he could be glad of his strength not to look back .


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There was so much comfort in the touch of another person. It had been so long since she'd been in a relationship where feelings really mattered. Hell, it'd been a while since she'd hooked up. Not that it really mattered. The girl was not an addict to sexual activities and though they were pleasurable and a nice way to forget about everything, it was not something she absolutely needed 24/7. Holloway smirked as he looked down after they made eye contact. So he had felt that overwhelming feeling too. It was interesting. The girl had been in plenty of relationships that felt like love and had similar feelings like this towards the beginning of it all, but something was different about this situation. Something was a bit calmer, a bit warmer then what all her past relationships had felt. Holloway let her blue eyes trail down to where his hand stroked her arm as he took a drag from his smoke. She wanted another, but held off. Yes, she did like smoking, but she knew it was bad for you and she wasn't quite ready to die yet. "I'm a really angry person , you could say . Plus I'm an addict . Like most of the sit heads around here . What about you Miss . Rage ? What are doing in a place like this ? " Holloway smirked as he addressed her Miss Rage. Yeah I guess you could say it fit well enough for her liking. The girl shrugged her shoulders as she looked back straight out in front of her. As she thought about what he said and what she was going to say moments from her past flooded into mind. Her first fight. Her first love. Her last fight. Her first day in this piece of shit dump that her parents figured would help. Excuse me, her mother. Not her parents.

"Depression and a bad case of anger management. Plus, my fucking mother was running out of things to do with me. If I fuck this up, I'm kicked out of the house for good." She smirked and looked back at the boy who stroked her arm ever so softly. Her eyes trailed up and down his body. He was a lot bigger then her. Tall and lean, while she was measly 5'2" with a chest and an ass and nothing more. Fatness was a turnoff to the girl so she tried very hard to remain lean, not that it was really hard since she just so happened to have a fast metabolism.

The girl was thinking about what he had said again, about to come up with some sort of comment about his addictions when suddenly a girl burst through her dorm, glaring down the hall at the two of them before knocking loudly on the staff room door. Holloway sat up, watching what the girl said to the staff and listening for her name. "She still hasn't come in to clean up our room." Holloway would have growled, had she been some sort of vicious attack dog. The girl needed to be given a warning before the ball of anger decided to get her ass up and attack. More was said between the staff member and the blond girl before the staff moved out into the hall and spoke. "Holloway you need to go clean their room or other things are going to be taken away." Not many people would have freaked out at such a little statement, but Holloway would. Quickly, she stood up and moved swiftly over to the blond girl and staff member. She spoke to the blond, holding back from hitting her with a clenched left fist. "I highly suggest you get that little blond ass of your back into your goddamn room and clean it yourself, bitch, before you're cleaning your fucking face as well." It was a promise. A threat. A warning. And there was a great chance that Holloway would nail the bitch in the face if she didn't walk away.

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[spencertwice]

IT'S HARD FOR ME TO SAY
but I think you've taken my heart away

With a jolt - Spencer realized something . He felt happy . Happy , and calm . Something he wasn't used to feeling . I mean , sure , he was a happy fella . But calm ? Almost never . See , when he's happy - he jumps around , he's crazy , he's ready to do something . Anything . He was a wild child , full of energy . He either felt happy and giddy - or angry . Sometimes he felt tired , but that's only at night . Anyway , Spencer felt calm and happy . It was an odd , unfamiliar , welcoming feeling . He felt as if he could stay there forever . He liked this calm feeling - like nothing could make him upset or angry . Like he wasn't as much as a freak . Spencer's finger traced the faint lines of her veins underneath her skin . right at this moment , he didn't feel like he had to do anything . Normally he was up and running around , itching to get his hands on something , but now , as long as she was here and calm , he would be chill . The cigarette that was hanging out of his mouth drooped down , the amber pointing south - the general south , that is , so down . He maneuvered his lips so the cigarette was tilted upward , he took another drag , and exhaled . He could see now , from this perspective , that he was coming very close to the filter - he debated whether he should smoke that or not . Not like he wanted , or it was pleasant - but he was just too lazy to get his pack out . Spencer continued to inhale the smoke until he was at the filter - he looked down at it . Taking it out and holding it carefully between is index finger and thumb , he decided not to smoke the filter . He remembered the first time he smoke down through the filter . His friend had split his last cigarette and took the half that contained the filter - leaving Spencer with the shitty part . His friend - Michael - get quite a laugh out of that . Lighting up - he could already smell the nicotine , heavy , and raw . Inhaling , he had felt the smoke run down , tasting wrong , filthy , and plain horrible . He had gagged and threw it down , stepping the amber out . Yeah , there was no way Spencer was going to smoke it . Head rolling to the side , he smashed the amber out on the linoleum .

Spencer looked at her when she said , "Depression and a bad case of anger management. Plus, my fucking mother was running out of things to do with me. If I fuck this up, I'm kicked out of the house for good." Huh , isn't she already kicked out of the house ? Well maybe her mom wants her to get better . And after she's all done healing her , Holloway will go straight back to her mommy , forgetting everything about this place . Even , especially , him . And for some reason - that made him extremely upset . Not angry , exactly . Just downhearted . Spencer dug out his pack from his pocket , taking out another cigarette . So yeah , maybe he smokes a lot . And many people have told him how bad it was for him , and how he was going to get cancer and die . Who gives a fuck though ? Everyone dies in the end . Might as well enjoy it . Just like he's going to enjoy going to hell - because he sort of deserves to be there . And there was no fucking way he was going to find Jesus . You hear all these miracle stories about hospital patients being cured by letting God into their lives . Fuck that shit . Who knows if this God is even real . Spencer believes in Greek Mythology more than he believe in Jesus , and the almighty God . Spencer stopped messing with her arm to take out his lighter - he lite up , inhaling deeply , and exhaling through his nose . The rough burn in his nose was familiar , and didn't bother him much anymore . All of a sudden a door opened , and out stepped a gorgeous girl , who ... who glared at the two . Well , that's not exactly friendly - so his interest for her vanished . He hated bitches more than anything . Well - at least he could still look at her . She was damn hot . He wasn't going to tell Holloway that though - he knew how girls got .

The girl walked past them and knocked rudely on the staff door , Spencer continued smoking , like it was nothing . They weren't going to say anything about it . Those dumbasses . He placed his hand back on her arm - more protectively then gentle . Some lady stepped out and the girl said , "She still hasn't come in to clean up our room." . Who is the she ? He looked down at Holloway and suddenly knew who she was . She looked pissed , as the staff member and the pretty blonde girl walked toward them - the girl looking smug . The staff member looking irritated . "Holloway you need to go clean their room or other things are going to be taken away." The staff woman spoke down to Holloway - ignoring his presence . Nice . And then , without warning , Holloway stood up , looking enraged and furious . Whoa . Well , Spencer was happy to see she wasn't hurting herself even more by clenching her broken hand . He stood up along with her . "I highly suggest you get that little blond ass of your back into your goddamn room and clean it yourself, bitch, before you're cleaning your fucking face as well." Damn - anger management was correct . Although this was nothing compared to the things he could say and / or do . Holloway looked about to murder the blonde chick - so Spencer stepped between the two , facing Holloway . He held his cigarette between his middle and ring finger , gripping her shoulders - careful not to burn her . He forced her back softly , looking down at her puny frame . "Hey

[/b] He murmured , over the years he realized that being calm with an angry person usually worked . Sort of . "She's not even worth it . Just calm down , yeah ? Just clean the room up a little , I could help if you want ?"[/b] Spencer hoped she would take him up on his offer - that would distract her from the blonde girl . Spencer glanced behind him at the staff member and the girl - seeing the girls jealous look , of course , and the staff womans' disapproving glare .


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The girl was rather surprised when Spencer stood himself up and got in between the two of them. He, of course, faced her and spoke calmly down at her, his soothing blue eyes making her heart melt momentarily before she remembered why she was standing in the first place. Instantly, rage filled up inside her. There was no way in hell she was going to clean up a stupid prank. Not even with the help of a guy she found very attractive. Holloway tightened her jaw, trying hard to control the feeling of want to smash right through the boy who stood in her way of that stupid blond bitch. Okay so maybe she wouldn't be able to smash through him, but she would damn well try. She wanted to rip the girls throat apart like a lion would do so to a zebra. Of course, she was the beautiful and powerful lioness while the stupid blond was the obnoxious zebra. Or maybe even a donkey. Holloway smirked at her own thoughts before taking a step around Spencer, pulling back her left fist, and slamming it into the blonds face. As the girl stepped backward, clutching her probably broken nose, Holloway smirked. "See? I told you to watch it." With that, she was satisfied and took a step backward. "Holloway, go to your room. This is your last chance to have solitary confinement in there before we move you to a room you are unfamiliar with. Go. And don't you dare make any stops on the way." The staff was furious as she screamed at the girl, pointing her fingers down towards the girls dorm rooms. Holloway glared at the staff, but kept what was left of her anger in check. She didn't need any more trouble for the day. Not in front of Spencer. Not now.

"I guess I'll see you around Spencer." She stood up on her tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek before winking at him and walking off towards her dorm. Stupid staff always new how to ruin a fairly good day. It was just no fair. No fair at all.

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