--/i'll travel through your veins - Sil

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

Spencer moved along the courtyard , feeling sullen . Well , no , sullen isn't the word . He felt like shit . He had gotten barely any sleep the night before , and the therapist just told him if he didn't start participating in group therapy , he's not being advance . Meaning he'll never get out of her . Honestly though - what's the point of group therapy . Spencer knows what's wrong with him and he doesn't care about other people's opinion . And along with the fact they list their sob stories about what's wrong with them . And how they're trying to get better . Well , Spencer just says suck it the fuck up . This is who you are . No need to deny the real you . That's not being real . That's hiding and masking yourself - hoping to breeze past like happily , acting like they're normal , when they're anything but . When she counselors told him this - middle of group therapy today - he did what you would expect a kid to do , put in that situation . He knocked over his chair and punched the counselor in the gut . No , it wasn't the brightest thing to do , considering he was this close to being sent to solitary confinement - and fuck that . they had let him off with a warning - ruling that the counselor should have waited until after the class . And when Spencer had some free time . Thank fucking God - he hated being locked up for being himself . He wasn't here because he had a problem - he was here for living . For being the explosive , angry , addictive freak he is . That's why he despised living here so much . He nodded polietly to a passing elderly couple . The man had a kind of twitch and the woman had no physical problems . She actually looked as if she was gorgeous back in her time . And when they passed , Spencer kicked a weed and screamed , "FUCK."

[/b] He looked back at the couple to see any reaction they had . But they simply kept on walking . They were used to messed up kids screaming curses around here . And that's saying something . Something pathetic .

The angry teenager found his way to the flower gardens . Not like he purposely walked there . Hell no . What eighteen year old do you know spends his free time in the flower gardens ? Most certainly not this one . That's ridiculous . This is the only way to his dorm though , that's why he was seen to frequently around the gardens . Now on the outside , the gardens looked fabulous . Full of light and well groomed . It looked like someone worked hard to keep them looking nice . You know, come to think of it , Spencer had heard of these clubs around this place . Must be a gardening one that looks after the ... well , garden . Spencer stopped for a moment and looked farther into the gardens to see beer bottles plastered around , cigarette buts littered all over the place , completely messed up and dirty . It looked filthy and nasty . And yet - the stupid teen , Spencer - walked into them , taking a cigarette from his pack . Sticking it in his mouth , he took his lighter out and lite the end of the cigarette , inhaling in . Spencer , was always seen with a cigarette - he couldn't help it , he was addicted . Plus it called him . He didn't care at all that it could cause cancer , and end up killing him . Whatever . If he;s going to hell - which he is - he's going down with a bang ... and smoking a cigarette . When the smoke began to burn the roof of his mouth , he exhaled , taking a seat on a small , man made boulder , what was found on the inner part of the flower beds . Thankfully there were trees that lined the outside - making it almost impossible to see him , and what he was doing . It wasn't rare to see staff members walking around at this hour - so he hide himself between the tree . Weirdly , there was no one around . Usually there were other kids hiding out here . Well anyway - he was going to enjoy his alone time .


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Sil walked alone down to the flower garden. She didn't want anyone to know she was there. She wanted to be alone for the most part. Max was busy and Sil had nothing to do and no one to talk to. She did get the random text from Max but she brushed those aside. She walked past the beauty of the actual garden and straight into the bit of the garden that was littered horribly, her music blaring loudly. She never did care much about whether or not people smoked or drank when she was around. In fact she wanted to try, but would never let herself.

"God, I'm such a fucking prude." she muttered to herself. She hated that she couldn't even get up courage to pick up a half smoked, still smoldering cig on the ground or the half drunken beer left aimlessly on the ground. She kept walking until she reached her usual spot. Unfourtunaly, someone was already there. "Fuck my life! Why is someone here? No one's suppose to be out here... Just play it cool..." she thought spotting the boy. She walked over to the boulder and sat in the ground. She didn't say anything to him. In fact she didn't even look at him. She was to disgraced with herself. She let out a sigh and looked at her shoes. Finally she got up some courage and turned to the boy.

"Umm... Hi." Sil said with a kind of awkward tong that said "I guess since you're here, I'll talk to you..." She stood up and turned off her music so she could properly talk to him at least. She greedily stared at the cig in his hand. She'd never actually had one, but second hand smoke was pretty nice. Taking her blue eyes off it she looked at the boy asnd smiled a little. "Uhm... I'm Silhouette... Just call me Sil." she said with at little cringe at her full name. Not that she didn't like it. It was just a little... Too unique for her taste. She glanced at the cig again and then looked down wishing she wasn't so innocent and good. She wasn't sure how Max would react. Max. He was on her mind a lot lately. Some how this made her happier and annoyed with herself as well. She brushed away these thoughts, turning her attention to the boy. She was the loner type who only really interacted with others during groups, which she rarely had to go to due to her fear of others ganging up on her, and when she was alone with someone. Like now. She wasn't exactly in her comfort zone but she could handle a little social interaction every now and then.


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