i'm still a bit sick though

  • Priest: So who have you got on the outside? A boyfriend, from what I hear?
  • Aaron: Is this the bit where the kind priest makes friends with the nasty inmate?
  • Priest: Kind? I've not even offered you a biscuit yet. But, yeah, sometimes this is where friendships form, within accepted parameters. Other times, someone acts how you're being now, then it gets tedious.
  • Aaron: Well, come on. Let's get on with it. Pat me on the head and give me some rosary beads and tell me it's all gonna be all right.
  • Priest: I never tell anyone it's gonna be all right. I hope it will, but I can't see the future.
  • Aaron: My mim and my little sister... on the outside. A few mates.
  • Priest: What's your boyfriend's name?
  • Aaron: Robert.
  • Priest: And how's he doing with all this?
  • Aaron: Fine, I guess.
  • Priest: He doesn't have Jason to contend with, I suppose.
  • Aaron: I can handle him.
  • Priest: You're doing a good impression of someone who can't, if you don't mind me saying.
  • Aaron: Well, actually I do mind you saying, yeah, because you know nothing. You flounce round here with your 'Bless you, child.' You met me an hour ago and you've only just scraped the first millimetre of the tip of an iceberg you can't even imagine the size of.
  • Priest: Oh! Poor baby's had it hard, has he? Did your mum used to hit you? Did she start before you can even rememberand hit you every day and tell you you're useless and you'd made your dad run off and you'd ruined her lif? And did you dread going home from school because you knew there'd be something new you'd done that gave her another excuse? And did she put you in the hospital when you were ten and tell the nurses you'd been in a fight because were an evil little git? And did you push it all down because it's wrong to hit girls? But then, one time, after years, when she came at you with a 6"stiletto, did you put her on her backside with a broken nose and end up in a young offenders' instiitute? Or was that me? We've all lived a life that's brought us to this point... and we all think our stories make us special. They don't.
  • Aaron: And did she rape you, your mum?
  • Priest: No, she didn't your dad did. So what? I could go out on the balcony and spit on half a dozen people who've been through the same. Be a bit harsh, though.
  • Aaron: I'm just sick of being this person.
  • Priest: Hard luck. You're all you've got.
  • Aaron: You know he actually said something that makes sense. Jason. He said that I, erm... He said I could change my name, but it doesn't change who I am.
  • Priest: He's right. You're always gonna be Gordon's son, but it doesn't have to define you. Be proud of it.
  • Aaron: Proud?
  • Priest: You're the son of a man who repeatedly abused you, but you've still made something of your life. I mean, obviously right now, you're in prison for assault. You're a thug, no offence. I'm talking about the future, if that's the one you decide for yourself.
  • Aaron: Yeah, cos it's that eaysy.
  • Priest: Well, it's easy to try. You remind me of Jason, you know. Not the waste of life you know. No, the Jason of five or six years ago, on his first time around. Broody little thing, had his issues, but had a bit of spark as well. Some decency. He was havong a rough time with the prison hards and he was missing home. Him and his girlfriend had just had a baby. Trying to front it all out. I said 'You can't. You need to talk to her, to someone.' He wasn't having that. Too proud. Said he'd sort it himself. Proved me wrong, I suppose.
  • Aaron: Good for him.
  • Priest: Oh, yeah. Girlfriend moved to new Zealand. He'll never see the kid. Probably spend moft of his life on here, or somewhere like it.
  • Aaron: And I'm supposed to feel sorry for him?
  • Priest: I want you to look at him and then at yourself and see if you see a difference. There is one, but it'll get smaller. And if you bottle all your problems up and deal with them how he did, when you leave here, you'll be going back to your boyfriend, your sister and your mum, another loser who the system spat out. Is that who you wanna be?
  • Aaron: No.
  • Priest: Then tell the people who matter to you what you're going through. It'll help.

anonymous asked:

jsyk i heckin miss iinyh :(((

AWWW I MISS IT TOO!!! Luckily, though, I may have more free time in the future since exams just ended! I’ve been working a bit more and still have a project in every class (OTL) but I’m going to try and get back into the swing of writing regularly! You can expect an update in a week or so!

Cough || Closed @sugarrushwrecker

The house was quiet… 

Ever since they had returned from the castle the house had been this way; quiet, still, almost as if no one actually lived here. That was further from the truth seeing as it was currently filled with every one of its residents, including its newest member. A rather large, pink sloth-like creature Sparkler had called a Slakoth, and had given Chase shortly after they’d come home. However, other then the faint sound of someone trying to discretely rummage through the kitchen, the house remained almost as quiet and seemingly empty as it had been while they were gone.

The reason why was simple, it was because of what had happened at the castle.. Because of Sparkler…

The moment they had returned home, she had done exactly what she had told him she had wanted to do, which was to lay down on her couch. However since then the virus had only moved from that spot to occasionally leave the house for hours, then return to her couch without explanation. Allowing the world to pass her by as she seemed to ignore the boy, while wallowing away in her own state of misery. 

At first, Chase had told himself not to bother her. That she needed some time to herself, and that eventually she would bounce back like she always did. So he left her alone, hoping as he watched from the sidelines for her to get up and give him a sign. Something to tell him what to do, how to cheer up the person who’d always cheered him up. He knew all of her likes and interests, but with all that had happened.. he was afraid. Afraid and worried that whatever he did wouldn’t make a difference, or would make things only worse…

Soon it became a routine of worrying, watching, and waiting. Every morning he would get up, feed and take care of himself and their animal companions, and wait for anything, even for the slightest shift in his sister. Everyday became the same… until the morning Chase couldn’t pull himself out of his bed…

A soft, noiseless moan passed through Chase’s dry, cracked lips as he dragged his head over his pillow, and stared at the door. He licked his lips, as he dragged his arm laboriously across his chest. Feeling as if he had exercised for hours, as he reached for the toilet paper roll Speedy had thankfully delivered. Then clumsily tore off a section before he dragged it across his pink nose, and dropped it to the side as he roughly coughed without making a sound. Shivering beneath the thick covers on his bed, despite the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. 

Only one word could describe how he felt right now… Awful.

Only one desire floated through his hazy, fever riddled mind… Medicine.

Only one thing he could remember about what he was supposed to be doing… Sparkler… Though what about her he was supposed to remember was currently lost in the illness swimming through his head, he still faintly hoped that soon she would walk through his door with a joke and a smile. Ready to take all the worry and pain away, and help him feel better like she always did…

As time and time passed he hoped… though nobody in the quiet house came… 

Reblog if you still have faith in Ohtaka and believe in her ability to finish this story well.

I’m starting to think I’m the only one here admittedly.

It’s happening. All of your flaws that I once brushed over because I was head over heels for you are starting to show their faces. The way you contribute to a discussion by adding a single phrase or two and then nothing more bothers me. The way you respond to social interactions and gestures is unappealing in so many lights. The way you question me, but do nothing to back yourself up makes my head spin in circles. Maybe I never noticed these habits of yours, or maybe I chose not to notice them. I’m not sure. I do know that I get frustrated talking to you more often than not, more often than I would like to. My patience has never been great. But now? I have reached a whole new level of irritability. It happens every time. I just thought maybe you would be different.
—  10:11pm thoughts// maybe you would defy all odds

Wandering through the halls was always a bit of a daunting experience for Anson, considering he was still so new. He tended to feel like everyone was staring, though that could just be his paranoia. Although, at that moment, he was sure it was not just paranoia and that there was definitely eyes on him.·“Is there something in my teeth? I just brushed,” He asked aloud and bit his lip hesitantly.