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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 21:41:46 GMT -6
"Alright.." Jordan breathed, cleaning up his mess and grabbing his things. He followed Kenneth to where he was shown and sat his things down. "I'm gonna go change," He mumbled, grabbing boxers and basketball shorts. He left for the bathroom, the dor accidentally falling ajar. Untying the bandana from his right thigh, where it usually was, he grimaced and gasped, tossing it away and staring at the long gasp theough his jeans on the inside of his thigh. The bandana had hidden the blood. Whimpering faintly, he slowly began to undo his jeans and peel them away from the wound, one he hadn't shown Knox.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 21, 2012 21:48:41 GMT -6
Kenneth walked into his room. He hadn't wanted to admit that what had been just a party drug was slowly turning into something he couldn't go more than a week without. Being high with Jordan around might not be the best idea, but at least he wasn't out of control. He was just... silent. It silenced everything.
He stuffed his things back into it's hiding place once he was done, and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 21:58:09 GMT -6
Jordan got them off and pulled on the new boxers and shorts, head pounding faintly. His stomach churned as he studied the blood caked on his leg and began to scrub it away, gagging. He managed to keep his food dwn however and reached for his discarded and bloody jeans, scooping out the four or five pills there and throwing them into his mouth, followed by a hand full of water from the faucet. Tears fell down his cheeks as he studied his reflection, and he reached to wipe them away, felt a trickle of blood run down his leg. He was a sceamer and rocker, a guitar player for a seemingly tough band. And yet he was so beaten and broken.
"I don't know who I am anymore..." He mumbled at his reflection, shaking.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 21, 2012 22:02:58 GMT -6
Kenneth got up from where he was on the floor, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. He yawned, carefully pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the floor before he made his way downstairs to the living room. He sat down on the sofa, reaching for the remote to quietly flip through the channels.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 22:09:30 GMT -6
Jordan cleaned the fresh blood from his leg and carried his bloodied jeans up to his room to hide in his bag. He limped back down, wiping at his face a last time and wandering to the sofa. He dropped down a few inches from Kenneth, pulling a shaky hand through his hair. The pills were relaxing him, but they needed to kick in faster because he was starting to shiver, sweat trickling down his collar bone.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 21, 2012 22:11:50 GMT -6
Kenneth looked over a him, reaching a hand over curiously to tip his chin back a little more, studying the bruises there before he dropped his hand to the sofa. He wasn't himself, was in no position to ask why or how he'd gotten such marks on his neck. All he cared about was how the tv seemed to be screaming at him. He looked around for the remote, but he couldn't find it.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 22:23:31 GMT -6
Jordan flinched at the touch, yanking his head away with a shaky breath. He stared at Kenneth warily, feeling like he was actig...strange.. But maybe it was his own drugged head. He crossed his legs carefully to add pressure to the raw gasp, eyes feeling heavy.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 21, 2012 22:51:18 GMT -6
The only thing Kenneth thought when Jordan pulled away from him was that maybe he really was straighter than he thought. If his touch was enough to make someone yank away.. He figured he'd worry about it later, if never, and curled up on his end of the couch, laying his head on the arm of the sofa as he closed his eyes.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 22:53:28 GMT -6
Jordan shuddered, stomach churning angrily with the pills. But he was feeling beyond tired and curled up, trembling as he drifted to sleep, barely aware of the blood that continued to trickle some from being washed raw, until it finally scabbed nastily down his leg.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 21, 2012 22:59:05 GMT -6
Kenneth fell into a dreamless sleep, despite the TV being so loud. But when he woke up, his high still wasn't gone. He wandered to the kitchen, fishing around the fridge before he pulled out the block of cheese and sat down on the counter, reaching for a knife to slice it.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 23:04:37 GMT -6
Jordan groaned in pain as he stirred and stretched. But he'd got what he wanted, a dreamless sleep. He didn't notice the visible blood as he limped upstairs, searchig through his things and pulling a handfull of pills out to stuff in his shorts pocket.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 21, 2012 23:10:01 GMT -6
Kenneth was just content to eat the cheese he was working on, focusing on just cutting it and eating it. He was still sleepy, but he knew it was too early to go to bed. And he certainly wasn't going to go searching down Jordan. Not after the boy's acted like he was infected or something.
'Your father and I knew you were nothing but trouble, Kenneth. Liking boys?! And what makes you think a boy would /ever/ want you?!' His mother said in his head, and he sat his knife aside with shaking hands.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 23:14:58 GMT -6
Jordan wandered slowly back down the stairs, hair clinging to his forehead. He knew he was dangerously addicted, knew it was getting bad when he was going through over half a bottle a day. But so far, none of the band knew. "Kenneth..what's wrong..?" He mumbled, pulling himself up on the counter beside him, grimacing in pain and pulling his shorts a little lower on his legs. He pushed the knife further away, searching the others face. "Hey..it's okay. What are you on right now, huh?"
He hesitated, growing uneasy, but reached out take one of his shaking hands. He feared affection, but right now it would have to be dealt with. "You wanna go lay down..?"
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 21, 2012 23:21:21 GMT -6
Kenneth looked up, the voices silencing again as Jordan started to speak. But he hadn't caught what he'd first said. "Same stuff.." He mumbled. He'd always done the same thing, and it always had the same effects- it silenced him until he could hear his mother screaming at him, and he got depressed. He carefully pulled his hand away, shaking his head. He didn't want to feel anything towards the boy, even if he was secretly in love with him. He shook his head again, running his hand up his arm.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 21, 2012 23:26:59 GMT -6
Jordan frowned, drawing back. He fished around in his pocket, fingers brushing a long xanax pill before he snatched the blue valium and brought it out. "Take this..please. It'll make you feel better.." Or at least get rid of his anxiety, shakes. "Come sit down..."
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