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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 3:07:25 GMT
Arielle Pierce
At the ripe age of twenty one, a young woman would think she'd live forever. Death, it was for the older people, no longer fit and agile...At least that was always what Arielle thought, but a doctor's appointment had changed all that. It had all started with a fever and constant nose bleeds, and Ari knew that wasn't normal. But, the diagnosis was by itself quite devastating. And, something Ari couldn't wish onto her worst enemy. The diagnosis was a game of life or death, it was no longer in her hands. But, Arielle knew that she had to fight, had to fight for what she wanted in life. Some things just didn't matter when you might be dying, and Arielle certainly did not want to die. She was a young strong woman, she wasn't ready to give it all up and quit life. A lot of time passed by since she saw her brothers, her own flesh and blood, and Ari knew that she needed to see them, needed to see her family. Her stomach grumbled, it was always hungry these days, but she could hardly keep anything down. She was experiencing a whole deal of nausea these days, an after effect of chemotherapy, the doctors said that was a common side effect, but it was a pain in the ass.
All of her hair was gone, quite literally gone, and it was very depressing for Arielle that was such a huge fan of art and beauty that she couldn't help but think that her beauty was gone. Her gorgeous shoulder-length blond hair was gone, and in place of it was a scarf that covered her bald head. Arielle still couldn't believe it, that her hair was gone, and everyone that walked by, they would know she was sick. She had one mission now, and that was to her brothers, and become a family again. After all, what did she have left? She needed a reason to fight, a reason to force her brothers together once again, remembering their behavior before they left, and she couldn't help but wonder what they were doing right now. Arielle couldn't do anything about that right now though, she was lying down in a hospital bed with IVs attached to her arm. Her breath was slightly weakened, after having a bad episode. It was nothing new really, it happened occasionally, she accepted the face that she needed help. She was fighting with all she had, but she needed some extra umph. And, who could blame her? She was all on her own, until now, hoping her brothers got the text messages that she sent them.
She coughed, a very slightly wheeze was heard, and Arielle closed her eyes then. She was so very tired, she just wanted this whole nightmare to be over with. She was too tired to notice the room number, the lack of emotion in the room, just coldness. Her body was so very sore, the illness was seemingly winning so far.
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Post by Emmett Pierce on Mar 12, 2015 5:40:11 GMT
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To say the man had kept in close contact with his sister after his daughter's births would be a lie. To put it simply he had too much to think about, too busy and involved with his own family to have any sort of serious conversation with her or their parents. Texts had been sent, the occasional hello, however he hadn't seen her in the flesh for several years. But he never really attempted to reach out to her.. why?
Now that his children had settled into the 'cute and manageable' stage of their toddler-hood there was little to no excuse as to why he was avoiding his relatives. He had no particular dislike of Arielle, in fact he loved his sister dearly. Rather it was the symbol of what she stood for that kept him away. Family. He hadn't had his family together for quite some time now and honestly had given up the hope of it ever coming together again. Seeing his sister, reminiscing about the good times while still bearing the scars and the limp of his brother's attacks, it wasn't all that pleasant of a thought. How could one even forget a hatred so deep?
He didn't expect to. Was Andrew even a brother anymore? He seemed to be more of a burden if anything, a monster, an outlet for any pent up anger. His siblings humanity seemed to slip by the day and he certainly wasn't helping by baiting him into blood shed, but what else was he to do? He couldn't simply 'sit down and have a chat', their disgust towards each other ran much deeper than a few shared words. Though he also couldn't leave him be, not with him in the same town taunting his every move. Not with an anger that needed release, not when he wished that one day the drama might become a distant memory. But things got worse before they got better, right?
The text he'd received from his sister had been, to put it vaguely, unexpected. First of all, what was she doing in Los Angeles, but more importantly, what had happened that was so awful that made her brave enough to throw herself into the fire that was the brothers relationship? Both thoughts were equally disturbing, surely it couldn't have been the average sickness that provoked her to do so.
Shock had seized him at first, stumbling around his messy home blindly and halfheartedly kissing his fiance goodbye. All the while worst case scenarios cluttered his thoughts. This was his baby sister, and he wasn't going to take it lightly no matter what the diagnosis was. He reached the hospital as fast as he could, and that's when the panic set in. Shuffling through the busy halls with his deep blue eyes thrown wide, heart racing. It was almost a wonder that he wasn't admitted himself.
Any worry would not only come over him for his dear sister but for his brother as well, knowing very well that he probably wouldn't be too far behind. He knew what that meant and it wasn't going to be pretty. Luckily both situations provided him with enough adrenaline to deal with whatever was thrown his way. His skin grew pale under the rather insistent nurses direction towards the oncology ward. A hand drug itself over his face, his gut sinking. "What's wrong with her?!" He demanded through his clenched jaw, to which he received a head shake and no relief. Surely it wasn't cancer.
He was beginning to regret not spending as much time with his little sister as he could. What if it was too late? Now he felt as if he were going to vomit, nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply to avoid the nausea. He trudged forward regardless in his slightly uneven gait (his injured leg throbbed quite a bit this day), slowly making his way to the room in which he had been directed to. Turning into the doorway and taking the sight, he felt his heart crumple into a billion pieces. "Oh god, Ari..." His eyes slowly traveled over her sickly form before he couldn't stomach it any longer and had to pull his eyes away. Staggering forwards into the room several steps he approached her bed hesitantly.
"I..w-wh... you look like shit." His words seemed harsh but through his devastated expression he found a sliver of his dry humor to throw into the mix, attempting to crack a tiny smile. It soon fell, his brow knitting as he shook his head. This was not how he wanted to picture his sibling, so broken. After reaching out to briefly grip her hand he felt himself slump into a chair. A lump grew in his throat now, causing his voice to crack severely. "W-what is it? Can they fix it?"
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Post by Andrew Gap Pierce on Mar 22, 2015 16:28:21 GMT
 can the loneliness take the place of you
Andrew knew what love was. Knew what it meant to have compassion and affection. But it was hard. Why? It was hard to love somebody when you know that they thought so less of you. Thought of you as a beast. A monster. Currently his life was taking a fun spin on what he'd like to call 'the bitch train' involving his ditzy boss and her crazy schemes. Acted like she was on drugs all the time, damn girl! But that was a subject he'd rather not discuss. He'd find another job... he'd have to. He'd do nearly just about anything just to get out of that stupid Night Club. He needed a better work place for Madelynn. For his child. For their baby. He might of been a monster, but he could be a gentle giant if everyone wasn't so insane in this town. Honestly the only people who weren't crazy were probably his brother's twins and even then they'd probably turn into rotten apples just like the rest of them.
Like I said affection was hard. But when he did have it, it struck him hard. Like a boulder crushing on his shoulders and body. He wanted to love his brother, truly, but... it wasn't that simple anymore. He had tried to make up with him. Tried to be friends with him again. But he had done the damn heavy lifting and Emmett threw it all away. He always had, never told him whats wrong with him enough to actually make it show why he was acting like such a jerk all the time. His brother had pushed him away for far too long. Taunted and ridiculed his love for too long. One way or another he was going to make Emmett see that it's him ruining the relationship. That it's his turn to be the asshole he always knew his little brother would become. Sounded like something cocky but at one point Emmett would turn out like him.. and he wouldn't be able to stop it. Wouldn't even realize what he was doing until it was done.
Boring the gunshot wound was only a fraction of what he had to show Emmett. The night when he had the audacity to attack his Maddy with a gun then shoot him in his thigh for trying to protect her, only to then keep calling him a prick when HE was the one who shot him. Then again, mirroring a would only seemed fitting, did it not? The brothers were vaguely similar... both had children on the way. Both had women who had- at one point- slept with another. And both of those women slept with each other. These brothers were so different and yet so similar. Both had the deep hatred for another but were always too afraid to try to make everything up. Fearing that they had gone too deep but they were always falling deeper and deeper. However Emmett would never know the pain Andrew went through. Would never understand what it felt like.. to be feared by everyone. To think the love of your life... even feared you. Never to have somebody close enough to show that he was gentle and kind. To always know whoever you were talking to knew he was a monster. The pain of falling asleep at night in the lonely darkness... sometimes it was too much to bare. And now would this send him over the edge?
He had woken up like every day. With the shutters closed, hugging Madelynn with an arm that closed her so tight to his body that in order to get up he'd have to wake the poor woman. Shifting the cats off his leg and plucking his puppy off his chest, plopping him on the floor, he quietly slipped out of the woman's embrace. "Sorry, dear." He mumbled a polite apology before opening the shutters. Heading towards the kitchen to make some breakfast, he got what he could out of the fridge and started setting the pans and such out. That is until his phone starting vibrating, bouncing on the counter. He turned his head curiously. Nobody ever texted him. Sure Madelynn did when they were enjoying each other's company, but besides that, who texted him? His mind was completely blank of his sister, never keeping in touch with her... until now. Slowly he read the text. Blue and red eyes slowly widened in disbelief, mouth gaping open slightly. When he heard the feminine voice ask what's wrong, he planted a kiss on her forehead and told her he needed to get the hell out fast. The man left with a quick 'i'll explain later' type of excuse and threw himself in some clothes, hurrying out.
Throwing himself into his car, he buckled his seat belt and gripped the steering wheel tightly before driving like a mad man. Wide and fearful eyes stared ahead. He was never this worried about somebody who wasn't Madelynn. Loved her to death but now this was different. This was unknown territory. Family. Family who actually loved him. Who actually gave a damn about who he was and what he was doing. Emmett had been the only family member he knew that was in close proximity and their relationship was beginning to hit rock bottom and would probably start to dig soon.
Arielle. Arielle. Ari. Ari. Ari.
Her name ringed in his ears, above the roaring of his heart pounding against his chest. Fingers curled tightly as muscles tensed up. He didn't know what was wrong but he sure as heck wasn't going to sit around and wait to find out. He needed to know what was wrong. What could possibly be so bad that she had been submitted into the hospital? Did somebody hurt her? Oh it made his blood boil at the thought. Somebody would have hell to pay if anybody dared to hurt his little sister. She was the last hope of ever having good family left. And- more importantly - somebody to fix his broken family. She knew what to do. She always did. Knew what she wanted and knew who she was. And thinking about his sister in the hospital, laying on the stiff bed in an empty room... it hurt him. Cut his heart like nothing else would, making his means of defenses crumple and break.
Rushing into the Hospital, the man pushed everybody aside just to follow the voice of his own brother (much to his despise). Wide eyes stared ahead. He didn't bother the guffawed, the fearful, or even hated looks he got. Practically the whole town knew who he was by now. He was infamous for his attacking. Infamous for the way he would shift into a hideous beast a child would only dream of. But that didn't matter now. Not here and not now. Ari. Ari. Ari. Her voice kept echoing in his mind before coming in quickly behind his brother. Heavy breathing puffed through his nares, hands curling into fists at seeing the horrific sight of his beautiful sister who had lost hair and had been attached with fancy medical equipment. Fear quietly gripped his heart, plopping himself on a chair opposite the side of Emmett. He ignored his male sibling completely. Not so much as throwing a hateful glare to him.
"What happened to you? What is it?" Unlike hisbother, his voice was clear... meaning it showed his fear. His deathly compassion. His affection and care for his sister.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2015 4:48:46 GMT
Arielle Pierce
Apparently depression was a common thing to happen when a person got cancer, because there was really no way of knowing if she would live or die. And, on the contrary, Arielle wanted to live. She had always pictured the fairy tale lifestyle for herself, of getting a job, and eventually finding the perfect man, a white house with a pickett fence and a handful of children. Of course, that was all in question now. She had done the responsible thing and got her eggs frozen, that was if she survived this whole ordeal. That was downright negativity right there, but she was the one horribly sick with Leukemia. Her parents didn't even know she was sick, how was she supposed to approach them and say 'Hey Mom and Dad, I'm sick. It's Leukemia.' Yeah, no. It had been months now, and she had remained in hiding for that long. She had reasoned that maybe telling her brothers about it would be slightly easier, but she had still refrained from doing so.
And, she had just got the guts to come to Los Angeles and tell them that she was horribly sick. But, she had been saddled down with a relapse and ended up back in the hospital. They were going to find out the hard way just how sick she was, and the possibility that she wasn't as strong as they were led to believe. She was a strong woman, but some things were just too difficult to handle. How was she supposed to cope with having cancer? She had never thought that she would ever become sick like that, but no one lived forever. As a little girl, that was exactly what she was led to believe, that she had a long life ahead of her, that she would grow old someday. But, now? She wasn't sure if that was her future, she wanted it to be. She wanted to have the joy of growing old and having grandkids. She also wished for a close knit family that didn't fight all the time, was that too much to ask for? And, for the life of her she was going to make Emmett and Andrew get out of their thick skulls.
They were so fucking annoying with their animosity towards each other, that she wanted to pull her hair out, if she had any. She had always been the peace keeper, the one that kept them from going at each other's throats, because she loved both of them. And, she had been gone so long from their lives now, she imagined they were even more at odds now. She couldn't figure out why, they were family right? And, it was in her opinion that family should stick together, especially through hard times like this. Were they coming? It was the only reason why she stayed awake, and fought the sleep that wanted to take over. That was all she ever did these days, was sleep, but she just felt so weak, incapable of doing anything. She had en episode today, and she wasn't proud of it. She was so damn weak, that she ended up back in the hospital. She had already cried over it though, and her brothers were coming, right? She could not let them see her cry, not ever.
The first brother to arrive was Emmett, it was slightly hard to see the difference between the two, they both looked so much alike. "Oh god, Ari..." The tone of his voice made her cringe, wishing she wasn't that sick, that she didn't need him to fuss over her. But, truthfully, nothing was alright. "Hey Emmett," She rasped with a slow weak smile appearing on her face. "I..w-wh... you look like shit." She nodded, unsure of what to say to that really. Her eyes darted towards the door way, hoping that Andrew would appear soon. "W-what is it? Can they fix it?" Her lips parted, unsure of what to say. She didn't want to tell him exactly how sick she was, that the doctors were saying her chances of survival were slim. She was relieved by the arrival of her other brother, concern written on his face as well. "What happened to you? What is it?" The same damn question, what was wrong with her.
Tears started to form and slowly inched its way down her face, happy to see her brothers again, but it was so bittersweet at the same time. She parted her lips and began to speak, her words shaky. "I have cancer." The words sounded bitter coming from her mouth. "It's Leukemia... According to the doctors its pretty bad.." She started to sob right then, unable to bear the thoughts and words that came to mind. "They said there's a slim chance of survival with the type of leukemia that I have." She was glad that it was out, and done with. "It's so nice to see the both of you... In the same room."
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Post by Emmett Pierce on Apr 1, 2015 0:58:11 GMT
this is so cute yet so sad omggg, 1040 wds so when you have t o d a y SAY ALL THAT YOU HAVE TO SAY Emmett, although far removed from it, had not yet forgotten their past; the fuzzy memories of a time much different. Back to the sunlit backyard where two ten year old boys spent their afternoons wrestling in the mud, to a simpler time...one without a care in the world. Andrew would always win those tussles, even then. How was it something so long ago could feel as if it were just yesterday? He could still feel the pressure around his neck as Andrew inevitably tugged him into a headlock, could still hear his cocky voice as it wormed it's way into his ear. "I win."
All the while a young and concerned Arielle watched on from the swing set, a feminine voice always calling out to retain the chaos, a constant reminder as to what they were, even if it were only juvenile giggles that filled the air. "Don't worry Ari, we're just playing." Emmett would reassure her with a flash of teeth, "We would never hurt each other."
She was not only a beloved sister but a mediator, the symbol of their family as a whole. The one who was consistently stuck in between the drama but somehow making it all work. If she were no longer there...well, they'd already had a glimpse of life without her influence. Would their fury ever end? How far would they take things? Would he even get to see his girls walk down the aisle?
Ari... the name rang through his mind and brought him back into the present; hunched over a chair in the hospital, looking just as the broken family they were. She was the epitome of innocence, the one who did no wrong, sweet little Ari.. Why her? Surely there were plenty of other nasty souls in this world to pick on? And on a more selfish note, why him? Would he ever be able to escape the hell he'd found himself in?
The only thing worse than having a sister in the oncology ward was the demonic little shit of a brother that would show up sooner or later. His new take on becoming some sort of family man would mean just that... but Emmett saw through it. Or at least, he thought he did. People couldn't change overnight, could they? Perhaps that was why he was intent on bringing out the worst in him, just so he could prove himself right. Or maybe on a deeper level.. he wanted to bring it all back. Maybe, just maybe, enough prodding and poking could uncover the brother he once knew, back to when the drama only consisted of muddied jeans.
Sure enough he showed, stepping into the room not long after he had. Emmett waited. For something, for some sort of anger , a reaction of some sort, Anything was better than being ignored by his own brother. But that's precisely what he got. Nothing. Maybe the proper reaction was to be thrilled... but there was nothing to be excited about on this day.
Emmett remained quiet, his normal 'Emmett' self, though without the usual sparkle in his navy eyes. A fog had settled over his thoughts, only increasing steadily with every one of his sisters words. It was hard to even keep an eye on her in her current state so he didn't, nor was he able to look upon his brothers face; both caused him equal amounts of pain.. so he stared at the floor.
And then she started to cry. If there was one thing he couldn't stand it was watching his loved ones cry. His chest began to ache as he felt his metaphoric heart crack down the middle. He sat utterly still, unblinking, the words of her diagnosis echoed through his head repeatedly; each time implanting itself further and further into his brain - his sister was going to die. There's a slim chance of survival... His hands found their way to his skull as he buried his fingers in his hair now, the shock settling in. "N-no.."
Not her. Why couldn't it have been him? Or better, why couldn't it have been Lilly's kidnappers? Surely they deserved it more than this innocent woman, his dear dear sister... Eventually his hands fell from his head, his soulful and glittering eyes finding their way over to the sick sibling. He searched her features, looking for any sign of a joke, a trick, this had to be some ploy to get his attention off of his brother.. but all that he saw were her tears.
He watched Arielle for several moments before his gaze flicked over to Andrew, naturally searching for his older brothers reaction, it was what he'd been trained to do since he was a toddler; "Hold on to Andrews hand, Emm, we wouldn't want you to get lost.", or, "See how Andy's holding the bat?." He was hard wired to look to him, for his support, advice, knowledge. A simple glance, but it meant so much more. There was no anger here, not now, the pain was too great for such, now he just needed help. Andrew had always been the stronger one, both physically and mentally. How was he supposed to react to this, how was anyone supposed to react to this?
His jaw parted before clenching, his eyebrows curving, but her last statement seemed to draw him out of his shock, irises shifting back to her. "I wouldn't call it nice." The man got out softly, his voice tight. "God, Ari..." He stood, dragging a hand over his jaw and taking a pace towards the door, as if attempting to escape the situation he'd found himself in. But there wasn't any. Escaping home? At least he could curl up around Lilly, but there was no escaping the pain. "Us being in the same room is never a nice situation.. this is no exception.." His voice drifted off, surprised that he was even able to say that much. "I.. is there anything I can do to help?"
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Post by Andrew Gap Pierce on Apr 1, 2015 4:55:30 GMT
Don't cry. Everyone makes mistakes, unfortunately being me was mine. Andrew wasn't good with connections either. He wasn't god with a lot of things. Keeping his sanity, for one wasn't easy either. How could one ever retain their stability when all everyone wanted to do to you was beat you down. He had already been rejected by society. He knew what he was and where his place was. His place was by himself... to avoid hurting anybody. To avoid the pain everybody else caused him. To avoid just being taken advantage of. His week mind state was so poor... he was desperate whether he liked it or not. He was infamous for his attacks... his anger got the best of him. He had a high temper and whether that came from his Chimera side or he always had it, it was still a bad trait. Was there any good inside him? And if so, who would ever get the chance to see it? Madelynn was the only one who believed in him. She was the one who clung to the hope that he had a good side. She saw the good person in him. She could see through his eyes to the broken and shattered pieces of glass that was once his fragile heart.
Maybe love was a foreign word in his vocabulary, long lost to his demons. Or maybe it struggled through the monsters inside him. But it was still there. He knew what love was and he had the capability to hold it. He loved Madelynn with every little piece of his pathetic heart. And if Emmett could only see that he still loved him deep down inside would things change? One point they had been best friends. But then Emmett started to push him away. Started to see the makings of what would be a beast in the future. Maybe that's why he pushed him away. But in that process Emmett had never gotten the chance to see his good side. He might not of loved everyone. Might of not had a lot of people in his life to love. But he held it for Emmett. He was his little brother. He had the duty to be a role model for him, somebody to look up to and he failed. It had been his job to protect Emmett and help him and he failed that too. He wouldn't blame him for not wanting to be around him or even remotely anything like him at this point. Who would want to live his life? The only emotions he was able to produce was fear, anger, and affection. Emmett was so much better than him in so many ways. He had a life. He was getting married and having children and making a living. Meanwhile he... he was used to the smell of alcohol and blood. So used to the fear or depression in another eyes that sometimes he didn't even register it.
He was a monster. Everybody hated him and they had a damn good reason to. Being rejected by the only piece of family he had left (or at least up until now) wasn't easy nor was it fun. It wasn't a game. Not anymore at least. Everybody had turned him away for so long, denying him the relief and bliss of actually belonging somewhere. And maybe he didn't deserve it... if he ever found shelter he would surely find a way to wreck it, intentionally or not. He was just... somebody who was not meant to have a home. Never meant to feel the happiness of being surrounded by friends and family. He was better as a loner... He couldn't hurt anybody then. Couldn't even dream of watching the light drain from another's eyes. He was so broken. He needed a savior. But no he didn't deserve one. This was the life he had chose. He had always wanted power. Always wanted to keep being the top dog and now that he had it... it was lonely at the top. What he would give to just be somewhere where he felt welcomed. And yet his wishes had been granted. Why was he complaining? He had simply got what he had asked for all along. But.. he regretted it. Every last word that had ever flew out of his mouth in desperation or jealousy. He deserved this. This was his fault. He was just a piece of shit plaguing everyone's lives who didn't even want him nor would he ever have a right to have anybody in his life. He was a demon and he always would be.
Seeing the tears on his sister's deep brown eyes made his frown only deepen. He gripped one of her hands comfortingly, listening to whatever she had to say or explain. "I have cancer." Blue eyes widened in shock and fear. Cancer?... The word echoed in his mind. It couldn't be... she had to be alright! This couldn't be real.. it just couldn't! One of the last pieces that could be his savior for his sanity and be the light of hope for him was practically dying and in pain. She didn't deserve this... whatever could her lovely soul ever do to make her feel God's wrath? Was God even there? Maybe their rescuer from the heavens above had finally abandoned them, lost hope for any of them. They were on their own now, they always were. "It's Leukemia... According to the doctors its pretty bad.." Tears formed in his multi-colored blue and red eyes. As a sob started to wrack her body, he brought the back of her hand to his forehead and pressed his head against it. His hands gripped her own petite palm affectionately, desperation and despair taking hold of his facial features. She had to be alright... she couldn't leave them... Couldn't leave him. Slowly parting his thick skull from her hand, he looked to her face. Still beautiful even now as the sickness was taking her over. She was so strong... how could someone so... hopeful and calm be sentenced to this hell of a life?! Pure tears slipped down his cheeks, shiny against his hard features. The blonde man swallowed down the guilt and regret down his throat, fighting the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.
"N-No.." His gaze flickered over to Emmett who was just as devastated as him. His poor brother.. he didn't deserve this either. He didn't need this. He had so much going on at home already how could his only siblings ever be put in a life like this? It wasn't fair... It wasn't right. He was the only one in this room that needed punishment for his sinful crimes. These two had done nothing. They were like fucking angels compared to him. He was the only devil in this room. Ever since he was little he had always took advantage of the great life he had been given then. When Emmett had still loved him... When Arielle was still okay. When they all were happy. Now it was crumpling right before his very eyes. And up until now he had never realized... just how much of his life had been thrown away. Ari was getting all the love and affection from both of them and maybe the man wasn't sick but he was so damaged he could never have any hope of being fixed and yet Emmett hated him. Ari was slipping right from his grasps just as anybody ever did... He wasn't strong anymore. He had no will. No opinion or say in anything. The only word that could describe him and his life was a tragedy. Not from what's happening but just because he was a shit bag that was living through hell even if all he wanted to do was die and escape. But even then he would probably be sentenced to Hell. Just as any demon did. Once he was an angel but he had fallen from grace and now slithered the Earth in the form of a beast, no better than the devil himself. All he ever did was cause anybody trouble. He could never provide help nor relief. He wasn't shelter. He was a broken shack that had been abandoned, too crooked and old to ever be fixed. He himself was still searching for somewhere to call home but he would never find it. The thought brought more tears spilling down his face, eyebrows curving upwards, the corner of his lips curling downwards. He was the one who only ever earned death and watching everyone around him fall off the tightrope that was life except him was sickening and depressing. Maybe death was too much to ask for at this point.
"It's so nice to see the both of you... in the same room." Softened gaze looked to Emmett. Not in fear. Not in anger nor hatred. In love, desperation, in search of any sign that Emmett felt the same way that he did. Still wanting the friendship of his sibling and yet he didn't even earn that. "I wouldn't call it nice. God, Ari..." Andrew fought back the heavy sigh that wanted to escape him. He could feel his weak heart shuddering and still cracking as it had every day he had the misery of waking up with a beating heart. The man watched Emmett go towards the door but was more relieved that he didn't leave right then. "Us being in the same room is never a nice situation.. there is no exception.." If Andrew could ever do anything right, it was the ability to cooperate with Emmett and at least try to make everything good between them. "Emmett.." His name rolled out of his mouth quietly, barely a whisper. He wanted to scream, cry, shout, and hug Emmett. All at the same time his emotions crashed together. He wanted to tell him that he was the one who only ever pushed him away. Who only ever denied him of ever knowing why. Maybe he didn't deserve it but if there was a shred of humanity in Emmett's heart for his own brother than he would of.... Seemed like that's all anybody ever did. Push him until he was at the edge of a cliff, having to decide between falling or taking the chance of trying to return to a relationship he could of had. Eyes pulled away from Emmett to look at the floor in regret and pain. With a sigh, he drug one hand over his face while the other still held on to Ari's own palm. "Ari... is there anything I can do to make you happy?..." Andrew murmured affectionately and in vague desperation. If he could do anything right let it be that. If Ari was going to die her last days had better damn well be good. And if she pulled through like the strong fighter she was than he'd actually have some sort of good relationship with at least one of his family members.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 2:40:46 GMT
Arielle Pierce
She didn't exactly want to die, but if she had to, Arielle was determined to leave things at a good place. And, in her book, that meant her brothers were on better terms with each other. She wanted them to be on better terms, after all, they would only have each other if she died. And, it was not a very big if. There was about a ten to twenty percent survival rate with the kind of cancer she had, which in reality was quite slim. Her brothers though, they needed her, it was so obvious, like a newborn kitten needing its mother. It didn't take an army to realize how strained their relationship was, if at all anything of it left. She didn't understand how all of this happened, how her brothers allowed it to go to ruin. Why couldn't Emmett see that his big brother loved him? But, apparently that was not enough, it never was. She didn't understand that though, they were family, their dna was carbon copies of their parents, they were permanently linked. But, they continued on with this pointless feud.
She was pretty sure that her big brother Andrew felt pretty worthless, and that was never a good spot to be in. She would never fully understand it, why they continued to hate each other, the hate was consuming. She knew that much, she could see it in their eyes, the awkward atmosphere in the room. What was this world coming to? Ari could not help but wonder, a world where brothers hated each other. Much as she tried, Ari didn't think she could hate any of her siblings. When she looked at them she saw her family, her own flesh and blood. She wanted a family of her own someday, well she had. But, everything was in the open now. She was a very sick woman, and it seemed no one wanted to get into a relationship with someone that will likely die. She didn't blame them, it would just lead to too much heartbreak. And, she wanted to protect people from that. She didn't want anyone to hurt, it would be selfish of her to want a relationship of any sorts. No, interactions with her brothers was enough.
It had to be enough, and Ari knew that. But, she still wanted a normal life. She wanted to go out and have fun, but she no longer could do that. She was stuck with this illness, this life taking illness that could be the end of her. She certainly didn't want it to be, she wanted to beat the odds, and come out of this alive. And, even if she did live, what did she have to look forward to? Two brothers that hated each other, probably couldn't stand to look at each other. Yeah, that sounded like a lot of fun. God damn idiots, that's what they were. Both of them were pig-headed and unable to see the importance of getting along, that in the end, family was all one had. And, she would be gone..Well potentially. She didn't like the attitude she was having, automatically assuming that she was going to die. She was not going to die, she was going to fucking beat this thing, this thing called leukemia.
She watched and listened as the panic settled in, the realization that her illness was serious. Arielle felt horrible for telling them all of a sudden, wishing she could of kept it in the dark. But, she knew that they needed to know. They needed time though to accept this, yet their might not be much left. "I wouldn't call it nice." She flinched at those words, not fully understanding what he was getting at. She thought it was nice for them to be in the same room together.. She wanted them to get along. "Us being in the same room is never a nice situation.. this is no exception.." Okay, maybe mostly negative situations, but that could change..She'd force it to change. She was determined to at least set one thing straight, and why not her brother's relationship? What bad could come out of that? They would need each other when she was gone, if she were to die. But, either way, it would be a nice thing for her brothers to actually get along. So what if she used her illness as an excuse for that. "I.. is there anything I can do to help?"
She wanted to say yes, that he could forgive him brother. But, Ari knew that would be asking too much of him. She allowed Andrew to grab her hand, knowing he needed it for support. It was a lot to take in, the fact that she was seriously sick. She wanted to say that everything would be okay, but truth was, Ari didn't even know herself. Things were so very complicated at the moment, the feeling of weakness she had. The chemotherapy was eating away at her, it would either destroy her or make her better. She needed to fight though, but she was truly grasping on straws at the moment. "Ari... is there anything I can do to make you happy?... She took a deep breath of air, unsure of how to answer her brothers, knowing what she truly wanted..But that was too much. She winced feeling some minor discomfort, but it quickly went away. "You know what I want, the both of you... Perhaps its too much to ask for..But I'm so sick of all the fighting... Yeah, it's definitely a lot to ask for.. But..If I go... You'll be the only two left."
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Post by red <3 on Apr 10, 2015 22:16:41 GMT
this is a mess i'm sorry. so when you have t o d a y SAY ALL THAT YOU HAVE TO SAY In a fight or flight response to an uncomfortable situation Emmett found himself choosing the latter; he needed to run. To escape, to flee from the stress and the weight that had situated itself on his shoulders with no relief. It was who he was, a runner by nature. Running was a solution for most of his issues, at least temporarily, always having the capability of clearing his mind. What he wouldn't give to be able to flee the room, to take off to the park.. to his solitude. But as his brain began the process of telling his limbs to move he would remember, he couldn't because of him.
Someday's were better than others, the pain coming and going on it's own accord, but one thing was set in stone and it was that his day would begin and end in pain. From the moment the sun crept into the window in the morning the throbbing ache begun from lack of use. But yet, the finicky and damaged thigh muscle would not end with a little wake-up call, it had to continuously plague his existence; such as during an attempt at a brisk morning jog to alleviate the stiffness, which only ended in pain from over-use. With the ache in his leg this day he would only get a mile, maybe less, before the damaged tissue seized up. He was trapped in both body and in life, and his fiance was not the one to blame. He could not relieve his pain, not the way he used to.
No matter the circumstances, that instance alone could not be forgiven. He could not forgive his brother for taking away his one favorite hobby, his one outlet. He'd stepped over the line that night at the bar, grantedhehaditcoming they both had, but it was not going to be forgotten. Their recent fights were just the surface of a lifetime filled to the brim with drama, which in all honesty couldn’t be thrown away at the drop of a hat. It was with that idea in mind, paired with his brothers nearly pleading voice that rose a certain anger within him. Torn between common sense and his emotions he seemed to choose the latter, finding more comfort in his anger than the instinctual need to look to his sibling for support; in his mind the man had always caused him pain therefore it would only make sense to go with the lesser of two evils.
Around glittering eyes he paused in his movement and fixed his brother with a cool glare. ”Don’t go there.” Emmett replied firmly, however lacking any real ‘oomph” to his words, it was fairly obvious he was too emotionally distraught to think much towards the broken interaction. ”You can’t just ruin my life and except to come crawling back when you see fit, not after all you’ve done, not while Ari…” His sisters name rose from his mouth in a croak before his voice fell altogether, his body following suit and slumping back into the chair he’d been sitting in previously. He drug a hand over his face, most likely to stifle a tear that had formed in the corner of his eye.
His temper, however present was weak from the prospect of his sister leaving them. He was not a naturally a pessimist but life had fashioned him into one, what with the constant twists and turns along the road that seemed to lead steadily towards hell. Life had not cut him any slack up until this point so why would it now? His mind was leaning towards the logic of the situation, the cold hard fact was, cancer was cancer. There was no rhyme or reason to the madness and as she said, there was little survival rate. Mentally he was beginning the stages of grief, preparing himself for the inevitable, as much as one could prepare for it.
He was also determined to spend as much time with her as he could, this moment being one of them, where he appeared to hold her full attention. She deserved it, she was nothing but a gentle soul who deserved the best from the both of them, but it appeared his focus was more split than he initially thought because soon his gaze snapped back over to Andrew. His words, again, striking a nerve deep within him. The man appeared to be almost accepting of his sister’s death. Emmett’s brow knit as he watched his brother coolly. ”You’re just going to accept this? You’re just going to let her go? He asked him, his voice broken with annoyance and devastation. He nearly missed his sister’s quiet speech but eventually it caused him to go silent.
Navy irises drug themselves over to her sickly form, his tension sliding as if he couldn’t decide which emotion he would prefer to be in but verging towards agony, especially so as her voice found its way into his ear. ”No..” the man responded, shaking his head and feeling his chest tighten considerably as her last words echoed throughout his skull. ”No, Ari… you’re not going anywhere.” It was only obvious he was attempting to avoid the point behind her statement, or maybe the possibility of her words actually happening were too much to process. He couldn’t just give up on her, couldn’t just forgive Andrew, why couldn’t anyone see that? ”I…can’t.”
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Post by Andrew Gap Pierce on Apr 11, 2015 0:58:34 GMT
Don't cry. Everyone makes mistakes, unfortunately being me was mine.For years after years, Andrew had been chosen the leader of the two brothers because he was 1 or 2 years older than Emmett. Maybe it was what he wanted. Control over another being quite boosted his pride. But maybe that pride was his downfall? Greed was worst though. And maybe that was what plagued his heart and showed his true colors to the world in all of its hideous glory. He had practically nobody. And that was his own fault. He had driven everyone away with force, baring white incisors towards anybody who tried to come close... who either wanted to hurt him or got in his way as they tried to flee. Fighting was the only way he knew how to resolve things. Everybody backed him into a corner of darkness, where he should be, but he didn't want nor couldn't be there. Like a trapped animal he reacted in the only way he knew how.
It only showed how much of an animal he truly was inside. Hard-wired by instincts and threats, attacking was something he only knew how to do. It was his way or pushing out the pain... blocking out the scars on his heart. He couldn't afford it anymore. If it means avoiding the wounds and the battle-scars of being taken for granted and becoming some pawn in a game then so be it. But why did it keep happening to him? Why was everyone pushing him away just so he could do the same? It was far more than deserving it, oh know he knew of the lesson too well. He knew it was lonely at the top (and if he didn't then he does now), that society had rejected him in fear of his attacks, humanity was not in his vocabulary nor would it ever be again. This was God's way of telling him that this is what he got. After so much time of spending jealousy and hatred snake its way into his heart for power, he finally got it, but all comes with a price. The beast inside he tried to conceal for so many years was now fluttering its way to the world in the worst way possible. Whether or not anybody will ever accept him again is not the question, but when it will all end.
Maybe he didn't want it to end. It was a raging battle inside him between whether to push the monster down once more, to hide it, to try and be the quiet and nice man he could show everyone he was, or to flash his inner-form. His blood-lust grew by the day and if he kept allowing the creature inside to control him then it will backfire in his face just like his life had done. Everything has been thrown away just because the prospects of a fight thrilled him and his anger had a grip on him that even he could not escape. Was it worth it in the end? Never. He would give anything just to be the human he was once more. But that was too much to ask for now. He was too far gone, lost over the deep end of the cliffs of insanity. He was falling and nobody was going to catch him. Nobody would care when he hit the ground, bleeding the blues onto the floor.
If a tree fell in the woods and no one's around to hear it does it make a sound?
Perhaps he should of just hid from the start. Even before he became what he had always been, pushed everyone away. He should never of come here... this city was only trapping inside by pain and rage. And now he couldn't leave. No, he had Madelynn (whom he didn't deserve in the slightest) and he couldn't leave her. Not when her battles were far more heart-breaking and worst than his own. She believed herself to be less than human, and yet he saw the beauty. Funny how things worked. If only everybody took a step in their lives they would know just how much suffering they had to go through every day. As if waking up in the morning is a war in itself. But they had to keep going. They had lives to attend to, whether said lives were pieces of shit or not. Guess being wolves in a flock of sheep didn't help much either. Fitting in for him wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do.
Recovery was hard. Control was harder. He had always relished in control and power, now he got it. Guess he never thought of where his life would go afterwards. Maybe he thought it would go anywhere but down but that was exactly the opposite of what happened. He was plummeting down, wings too broken to ever flap them in hopes of going up. But hey maybe that's the life he had always deserved. He had chose this life and one day, he'll be glad to finish it too.
"Don't go there." His brother's masculine voice broke his brooding thoughts, glancing over to his younger sibling. "You can't just ruin my life and expect to come crawling back when you see fit, not after all you've done," An eyebrow raised. "Oh, IM the one who ruined YOUR life?! HAH, please, you wouldn't know the first thing about what I go through. I'm not trying to crawl back in your life, nor would I ever again. Have you ever stopped once to think about what you've done too instead of dwelling on what i've done? You've pushed me away for years, before I had become the beast I am now, and you never told me why." The man replied firmly, fighting back the hot tears that threatened to drip down his facial features. "Not while Ari..." Eyes softened briefly before looking away, fingers curling around his sister's hand. She was the only one who believed in him (or mostly because she didn't know what he was). And like hell he was going to leave her in a time of desperation.
With a sigh, his grip loosened slightly. He was so pathetic. Wanting nothing more than redemption and yet here he was, on the verge of breaking out in anger. If only Madelynn was here, she could calm him down. She was like his rock and she could help him. She was the only one who cared enough to try anyway. They were both broken, both rejected if not by everybody then at least somebody. Even though their pain was worlds apart they couldn't be anymore similar than they were to the world and to themselves.
"You're just going to accept this? You're just going to let her go?" Pupils slitted briefly before intaking a sharp breath through clenched teeth. "No, of course not. Where would you ever get that idea? She's our sister, what do you think I am, a m-..." His voice fell short, not daring to finish the sentence. He quite hoped he wouldn't respond to that because he really didn't need to hear what he was right now. "Never mind." He muttered with a quiet bitterness that dripped from his voice to the bone. Quite honestly he should of just kept his mouth shut in the first place. He didn't know Emmett was on his period.
A masculine hand wiped away the tears staining his tan-colored skin. "You know what I want, the both of you... Perhaps its too much to ask for.. but i'm so sick of all the fighting..." She could say that again. "Yeah, it's definitely a lot to ask for.. But.. if I go... you'll be the only two left." Was she asking them to... to amend their mistakes? He had been willing (highlight 'had') to make up with Emmett, to try to become the brother figure he had wanted him to look up to. But Emmett had always pushed him away for no reason. And if there was one he never told Andrew about it. It wasn't his fault, no, he knew that nobody wanted to be like him nor know him in the first place but he could of at least seemed like he cared. "No.. No, Ari... you're not going anywhere. I... can't." Can't my ass. He bitterly thought in his head before glancing towards Emmett. "I know I'm not exactly the.. most pleasant person around, but jeez." He murmured underneath his breath.
It seemed a lot of people had the incapability to forgive him nowadays.
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