take those fears away(open)

[william james rowland]

Fear. A horribly controlling emotion rendering the one with it incapable of thinking of anything else. That was what Will had. The overwhelming fear for his twin brother. It got worse every day. William could hardly stand heading into that hospital anymore. And he wasn't in the mood to head back to school either. Fuck it. Will didn't want to talk to friends, he didn't want to deal with this crap. His face was so pale that his red hair contrasted with it so shockingly, unlike usually. His freckles were hardly visible for once, and there was that horrified look on his face as if he had seen the most horrible thing in his life. Will growled as he glanced at himself in a mirror. He was definitely not a happy camper. He couldn't believe how hard it was to smile these days. Will was the KING of getting others to smile but now...he just couldn't get himself to do it. It was as if this was the end of the world, like there was no hope. But that wasn't what that doctor had said. Not at all, but then why did Will feel so sick to his stomach? He had no idea, but it was just the way it was. He was not brave at all like he pretended in front of people.

The red-head had gone into his dorm real quick to get a jacket, and decided he was going to head off to town and just go somewhere unlike the usual place. Will felt like he was going to explode, and it was good that nobody dared to disturb him. He closed his eyes and tried to take deep breaths. Okay, the calming excercise failed. The guy grabbed his wallet and sighed. His heart was hurting. He hated being a twin, and loved it at the same time. Exhaustion threatened as well from going to the hospital over and over. Sure his parents told him not to head over there so often, but as if they didn't spend every waking moment pretty much by their son's side there. So they were rather hypocritical. Telling him to have a life outside of there. Didn't they realize, that without his twin, he felt like life would be meaningless? Apparently not. After leaving the school, he glanced around in confusion. Where was he to go now? He wasn't going to stay at the Kennedys' place...again. They were probably tired of seeing him so often. Will was tired of being so dependant on them anyway. It was pathetic of him, he should be able to survive on his own.

Glancing around, he smiled as he saw the movie theater. He could hide in one of those dark areas. That was a good idea. Will payed for some random movie he'd probably never care about anyway, called My Sister's Keeper or whatever, and went inside. The guy sighed and bought popcorn, candy, and a drink, heading inside and sitting in the far back of the theater. He hadn't planned on paying attention at all, but the story was familiar, in that odd way. And then he realized just why it was. The cancer, the girl who was born just so that this other kid could survive. Will bit his lip as he felt the hot tears in his eyes. He had to hold it in. It was just coincidental that this movie was out, that he had accidentally picked it. Will moaned and curled into a ball in the chair, feeling as if life couldn't get worse. He wanted to cry so badly, but he refused to give in. Time went by, the movie ended. Will still sat there, curled up in a ball, incapable of moving. He heard those people who cleaned the theaters murmuring quietly, or something. Probably they were going to find someone who knew him to come take him out. Either way, Will just couldn't bring himself to move.

tagged: anyone. i had odd muse.
status: done!
words: 681
notes: he's depressed. could use a hug perhaps.

[naomi eloise mason]

It wasn’t as if she had anything better to do that day. Okay that was a lie. She had tons of things she could be doing. That included studying. School was hard for her. It wasn’t that she was slow or didn’t understand. That wasn’t it at all. She just hated homework. She hated paying attention to boring things. Naomi was diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder when she was only eight years old. Drugs tended to keep it under control. It was just enough for her to get by. Of course, it had not helped at all when her brother, only a year younger than her, had died in a car accident. He was riding his bike in the middle of the street when a car hit him head on. The family went through a period of mourning and continued on with their lives. But no. There would be no needed studying for Naomi today. Because that would just make life too easy for her. Instead, she had to be in charge of her cousin Natalie for the day.

Natalie was a sweetheart. That was also a lie. Natalie was a complete and total brat who got whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. She also went to Westchester so Naomi got to see her all of the time. She considered herself a mini Paris Hilton and Naomi had to be her servant for the day. Her charming little cousin had decided that she wanted to go to a movie today. Natalie had wanted to see something rated R. But thankfully, everything rated R was already filled up for that time. Naomi did not want to have to fight with her cousin in the middle of the movie theater. So they ended up getting tickets to My Sister’s Keeper. Naomi had not yet seen it. She hoped that it would be good. There was also the fact that Natalie’s parents had not given her any money. So Naomi had to pay for the tickets and all of their food with her own pay check. It wasn’t looking so good.

All in all, it didn’t end up too badly. The movie was actually pretty good. A bit of a tear jerker but it had its moments. Of course now her annoying little brat of a cousin wanted to go and get ice cream. Oh joy. Then Naomi saw something that wasn’t quite right. One of her classmates was there as well. It was William. She didn’t know him very well but he seemed to be crying. He was curled up in his seat. Naomi’s heart ached a little. She hated to see people in pain. It almost made her physically ill. There had to be something she could do. Naomi sent her little cousin back up to the school and made her way towards William. She didn’t quite know what to do. In the end, she just decided to put her hand on his shoulder. “William? Are you okay? Is there anything I could do to help?”, Naomi said kindly.

status: done
words: 509, just barely
outfit: Here
notes: Naomi is feeling very sympathetic right now