Wake Me Up Inside (Sean)

[ELLA QUINN MILLER]

I'M BRUISED AND SCARRED
save me from this broken heart
ALL MY LOVE WILL SLOWLY FADE
& F A L L A P A R T
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The birds were singing when Ella made her way out to the lawns on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon. It was days like these that she seemed to be in a pretty cheerful mood, the drugs not even needed when it was a day like this. No voices at the moment, she was perfectly content and wanted to do nothing more than to spread out a blanket on the lush green grass and make herself comfortable and get some reading in. She loved to read, though she was not the nerdy type, she just really liked a good story. Today was one of those days when she felt the need to read Shakespeare, today being The Tempest. Though her favorite was Midsummer Nights Dream. She loved the idea of the fairies being the ones that screwed with your mind, maybe then she wouldn't be so down. She would be able to blame it on the fairies.

Finding a nice spot not to far from the shade of a large oak tree, the girl spread her blue blanket across the grass and sat down on it. Sipping from her bottle of water she spread her skirt across the blanket, covering a few of the faint burn scars on her legs. She hated the scars, but they weren't near as bad as teh ones on her lower back. Most people had never nor would ever see them. They were a horrible pink color, the color of a fresh wound, even after all the surgeries to try to repair the damage. She had forgiven Ethan, knowing her twin was not himself when the fire was started, but the pain of the loss of Jason was a constant reminder when she saw the scars. She often wondered if anyone would ever be able to see past the ugly scars on her body and be able to see the real her inside. Not the disfigured body that she thought she saw in the mirror. The truth was, the scars were barely noticable except for her back, she just was always seeing that monster she thought was there.

Opening the book she began to read about King Alonso's fateful trip where he would find his son after so many years. She often would be able to put herself in the story, in a way, she could see herself as King Alonso, searching for what he had lost, in his case his son, in her case everyone she held so dear. Though as she read on, she couldn't help but laugh at some of the things that happened to the group, and wondered why his own brother would want to have him killed, throne or not. She knew that Ethan wasn't trying to hurt her, but she still could think of him being the brother. It was hard to think about it, but she was able to push it all aside as she heard a robin singing in the tree. She smiled up at it, shading her eyes from the bright light. He was sitting on the branch singing his little heart out. It was rather sweet to watch, her blonde hair spilled down her back in elegant waves as she watched him. It seemed to almost form a halo over from the bright sunlight hitting her hair, the golden locks spread over her shoulders, she felt like a princess. It was the perfect day, she wasn't sure it could get any better than this.

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TAGSEAN
WORD COUNT 573
STATUS complete
OUTFIT pretty
NOTES lalala
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0
LYRICS bruised & scarred , MAYDAY PARADE

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[SEAN GRADY CALLAHAN]

The session for anger management was over and funnily enough, Sean felt more angry leaving then room than he did upon entering it. Listening to the therapist in their drove him nuts. If angry, she recommended that those in the group should count to ten or squeeze a stress ball, that way they would release their anger without endangering themselves or someone else. Sean however, could not help but wonder, what would happen if someone was angry enough that they could not even remember how to count to ten. He knew that when he was royally pissed, it was if he lost all control of his thoughts and his actions were fueled on emotion alone. Losing control scared him. He had hit Bridget on accident and the hit was not so bad, but what if he had been worse? Could he have killed her? Killed Leah?

Leah was the reason he checked himself into Stanfield. Yes, he loved Bridget, but not in the way that he used to. Having a baby really made them see that they were not for each other. But, Sean still cared for her and valued her happiness because through Leah, he would always be connected to that woman. His daughter was his pride and joy. When Bridget was going through her bout of post-partum depressed, he would be her sole caregiver. He would feed her, put her to sleep, rock her, change her and play with her. Her eyes glowed with excitement, her smile was beautiful, and her laugh was the best sound he had ever heard. Yes, she was why he was here. He wanted to get better for himself, but mostly for her. He owed it to her to be a good father.

Walking on the lawns, Sean's head was filled with the smiling face of his daughter. But a tap on the shoulder from a friend of his brought him back into reality. He politely nodded a the guy and chatted for a bit before a radiant blonde caught his eye. She was sitting under an oak, reading a novel. She was lean with killer legs and angelic features. He couldn't help but want to run his fingers through her waterfall of blonde hair. He had to meet her. In a confident manner, Sean approached her and took a seat on the ground. "Hey." He grinned at her, showing his dimples and pearly whites. "I'm Sean." He introduced with an extended hand.

[ELLA QUINN MILLER]

I'M BRUISED AND SCARRED
save me from this broken heart
ALL MY LOVE WILL SLOWLY FADE
& F A L L A P A R T
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Brought quickly out of her daydream at the sound of a male voice she almost jumped out of her skin seeing him sitting there. She had been so into the moment with nature that she hadn't heard him approach. Her hand had flown up to her chest as her heart had jumped when he said hello. " Oh goodness..you scared me!" she smiled at him though, he was incredibly gorgeous smiling at her with those dimples and pearly whites. " Nice to meet you Sean." she took his hand in hers shaking it quickly, blushing a bit at the same time, and praying that he couldn't see it, " I'm Ella." she took her hand back quickly knowing that there was a scar across that hand, so she was instantly self consious. The poor girl had been through so much, she thought everyone saw her as some scarred monster, when in fact, all the surgeries had pretty well made most of them disappear.

Closing her book and readjusting her skirt she dug into her bag and pulled out an extra bottle of water holding it out to him. "Water?" not waiting for his answer she set it down in front of him and closed the bag but not before pulling out her camera. One other thing the girl really loved to do was to take pictures of anything and anyone. It helped her with her therapy so that she knew the people she met were not just figments of her imagination, and the doctor claimed that she would most likely be cured before she knew it. Days like today were the types that made her think that he was right. Turning on the camera she aimed it at the tree with the robin, taking a quick picture of it,before turning to grin at Sean. " Smile." she grinned snapping his picture quickly before he knew it. It turned out perfect of course. " You photograph well...care to see?" she moved a little closer to him, sitting on her knees at the edge of the blanket, turning the camera so he could see the image. " Wish I could look perfect in pictures that im not expecting. "she blushed again, not used to flirting, and leaned away from him again.

She felt like an idiot flirting away like this. She never did that Ethan saw to that, and it felt unfamiliar, yet she was really enjoying it and pretty much was extremely comfortable with him. It was really odd, maybe it was his confidence that made her feel that way, or maybe it was just something else about him. She had a deep fear though, Ethan. Her brother had more than once threatened any guy that even looked at her. Now she feared for Sean's life, yet he sure seemed like he would be able to handle himself, those arms...wow. She felt her heart pounding away in her chest, a feeling she hadn't had since well...she didn't even remember when. She figured it was a combination of the day, her good mood, and the cute guy sitting with her, and she had no complaints.

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TAGSEAN
WORD COUNT 524
STATUS complete
OUTFIT pretty
NOTES lalala
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0
LYRICS bruised & scarred , MAYDAY PARADE

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[SEAN GRADY CALLAHAN]

Sean jokingly frowned. "I scared you? That's not the typical reaction I get from girls." He said with a laugh. "But in all seriousness, I'm sorry that I scared you. I know it was a little forward of me to just sit down beside you, but I saw you from over there," He pointed. "and, I knew I had to talk to you." He told her nonchalantly. When she said her name, he grinned. "Nice name." He commented as he shook her hand, holding onto it as long as he could before she politely snatched it away.

Elle had a past, as did he, as did everyone at Stanfield. He had never been a judgmental person and he would never sit here and look at the scars on her body an assume that she did them herself. At a place like this, he tried he hardest to not make assumptions about people's pasts and she would be no different. Sean smiled when she gave him a water and nodded in thanks. He opened it and took a sip, the cold water felt good on this mild day.

Then, before he even knew it, she snapped a picture of him. "Hey!" He said, laughing. She had just been taking a picture of a bird; she was quick or maybe he was unobservant because he had not seen that coming. When she leaned closer to him, he leaned closer as well so their bodies touched. He looked down at a picture of himself. "Ha, thank you. I used to model you know? London, Rome, Paris..." He joked apparently. At her comment, he raised a brow, shaking his head. She was gorgeous, of course she would look good in an unexpected picture. "Take one of us together!" He said excitedly and tossed an arm around her shoulder while pressing his cheek to hers; a goofy grin on his face.

[ELLA QUINN MILLER]

I'M BRUISED AND SCARRED
save me from this broken heart
ALL MY LOVE WILL SLOWLY FADE
& F A L L A P A R T
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Ella blushed feeling silly that he had scared her so easily, " What reaction do you normally get then?" Just what she figured, a guy that good looking had to have tons of girls following him around like little puppy dogs or moths to the flame. Hell she though he was very attractive, but that wasn't all that mattered in a guy to her, though he had a sense of humor too, which she loved. " not so much scared as startled. I was in my own little world I guess. I tend to day dream easily." she smiled apologetically but then he had her blushing scarlet again, " Oh really? That good huh?" she giggled softly and twirled a strand of hair around her finger. Oh lord what was she doing? She was not a twit that sat there acting all goofy around a cute guy! What was wrong with her today? She nodded as he said he liked her name, " Thanks, Mum has good taste I guess." she never could get over that British side of her, calling her mother Mum. She may have been raised in NYC but she was still a British girl. PRim and proper most of the time, though she did like to cut lose and have fun too. She couldn't help but grin when he held on to her hand a bit longer than most would when you were meeting someone new. She ahd to be careful, especially around Stanfield, you never know what kind of person you were dealing with. Though somethign told her he was different, at least different from the majority of the guys she had met so far. He wasn't looking at her scars thinking she had done them herself adn he didnt' seem concerened at least not at first, as to why she was here. That seemed to be everyone's first question, why are you here? So irritating to think that there was something wrong with you automatically.

She watched him drink the water, it gave her a chance to truly take him in. He was gorgeous and she felt special to know that he had come over just to talk to her. To have seen her from that far away and to be drawn to her like that was just...amazing, and made her feel good about herself for the first time in a a long time. She couldn't help but laugh as he seemed startled after seh took his picture. " Awe come on it's a good one!" she grinned. He had a nice laugh, a sweet laugh, and it was nice to hear it. She felt a kind of electric energy when their bodies touched as he leaned in to see the picture, making her blush again. he was going to make her permanantly blush at this rate, though she had no cause for complaints. " wow...me too you know with Giselle and those other girls, Victoria's Secret of course...I expect Hef to call me any day now to pose for Playboy..maybe be one of his girlfriends. He likes blondes the best you know." She flashed him a bright smile and nodded, " Sure." she laughed as he threw his arm around her shoulder, it was a comfortable position , one she hadn't been in in a very long time, leaning her cheek into his hse flashed the camera. Not wanting to move out from under his arm she just turned the camera around and showed him the picture. " well, not to shabby. What do you think?" she leaneda bit away so she could turn to see his face without full on kissing him on accident.

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TAGSEAN
WORD COUNT 608
STATUS complete
OUTFIT pretty
NOTES lalala
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0
LYRICS bruised & scarred , MAYDAY PARADE

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