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Post by jeremy dale gallo on Oct 27, 2009 11:30:10 GMT -5
Jeremy looked at him and shook his head saying "I am not scared. Plus I like talking to you. You are a really pretty nice. Plus I bet you are mostly insane because people are just assholes and you react in anger more easily." He laughed and than said "God I sound like a damn therapist. Sorry 'bout that." He laughed to himself and itched behind his ear. Looking up he said "If I leave all I have left to go is the dorms so. Not a lot to go to." He smiled.
Looking at him he said "Well, you don't have to get into detail about it. Also I was picked on too a little bit> I got snake bites when I was in fourth grade so than it was 'wierd' and 'creepy'. Thus getting bullied, but I really didn't care. I was always a loner." He shrugged and looked at T.J "Yeah, I always knew that I was never alone. I wasn't the only kid who got bullied, but you feel sometimes like you are. Hey, maybe I should meet Chris, though the 7 year old attitude might annoy me a bit. I never really get along with hyper active kids." He sighed and said "I wouldn't be mean to anyone though. That isn't me. In fact I put other people before myself which I need to stop doing."
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T.J Merrit
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My mind is like Russian Roulette. You never know what I will think.
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Post by T.J Merrit on Oct 28, 2009 16:31:59 GMT -5
You could say that, or random voices that can control your brain. Which ever you want to believe is fine with me. Tyler said, a large eerie smile across his face. This boy had no idea what he was getting into with Tyler. Ty was the most insane person in town, and it wasn't hard to see if you saw him once in one of his moods. He was dangerous. He really did need to be locked up for a long time, or dead. It's fine with me. I don't mind to much. He said, this eerie smile still there.
Always different, never fit in anywere. The fact that I was the shortest, and by far the strangest always adds to something. He said. He shrugged for a moment. Never mean hm? Well, You would have to be mean to someone that was trying to kill you aren't I correct? Or would you just let yourself die?
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Post by jeremy dale gallo on Oct 30, 2009 16:08:36 GMT -5
Random voices controlling his thoughts? Okay, THAT was pretty weird. Raising his eyebrows he said "V-Voices huh?" Damn it. He was stuttering. He hated when he did that. Forcing a smile he wondered if this guy was ever put in a special mental hospital at all. Like, something that puts teens in there place to help them get back together. Because this dude was pretty damn creepy. Jeremy was even a little scared. Than again, Jeremy got scared easily. Which he had to work on.
When he said we was the shortest most terrifying person Jeremy wanted to say No shit? Really? Going around scaring little kids?? He didn't though. Because if he did that would probably result to him getting his ass kicked, or killed. Whatever T.J decieded. Instead he just nodded as if he understood. He didn't. The question he asked him was odd. Raising an eyebrow he said "I am sorry what? I really don't think about when I am going to die Tyler." He narrowed his eyes at the boy. What was he trying to say? Was he hinting anything? Alright, Jeremy had to stop watching those gay ass SAW movies. They were making him paranoid and just scary movies all together were just odd for him. He bit his lower lip. Wondering. Different thoughts crowding his mind.
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T.J Merrit
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My mind is like Russian Roulette. You never know what I will think.
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Post by T.J Merrit on Oct 30, 2009 16:26:05 GMT -5
Tyler nodded once. Yeah. He said, like it wasn't really a big deal. He smiled a bit when the boy stuttered. So he was scaring him. This was very interesting. He ran a hand threw his black hair, and Leaned his back on the tree bark. Ty crossed his arms and rose one eyebrow. Never mind. You didn't really need to understand what I said. He said, rolling his eyes slightly. He looked down at his parka. He picked it up and pulled it on over his arms and stuffed his hands back into his pockets.
Sorry if I'm scary to you. I'm not trying to be, that much that is.. Nah really I'm not trying to. You would know If I was trying to Tyler said, figuring he would be nice and explain that he wasn't trying to be scary, just the way he was.
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Post by jeremy dale gallo on Oct 30, 2009 23:03:02 GMT -5
Jeremy looked at him and said "Oh I am sorry if I acted scared. Really. I am just, oh what do other people call me, yeah a pussy." He shrugged as if it was no big deal. He was usually pushed around a lot, but fuck he didn't mind. As long as he still had his sanity he was actually okay with life. Smiling to himself he looked around. Hannah was popping in his mind every two seconds. He just wanted to think about something else. He didn't like to think about girls all the time. It made it feel kind of awkward to be around guys. He hated that.
He tapped his foot to 'Something' By escape the fate. Biting his lower lip he looked away and back at Tyler and asked "Quick question. Did you ever..well..been put in some sort of facility at all? Just wondering. You don't have to answer..in fact if you want me to leave I can.." He hoped to god he didn't piss this guy off. That was the last thign he needed.
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T.J Merrit
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My mind is like Russian Roulette. You never know what I will think.
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Post by T.J Merrit on Oct 30, 2009 23:18:37 GMT -5
Tyler smiled a bit, a normal warm hearted smile, not his eerie one. "Everyone is scared of something. Some people get scared more easily than others." He said, rubbing the kid's hair with his hand. "Everyone's got something to be scared of. Me, I'll tell you. I'm terrified of thunderstorms. Yeah. Thunderstorms. Bad experience one day when i was little. Tyler said. He didn't really care that much that he was telling Jeremy what he was terrified of. It wasn't like he was going to scream it to the world, cause that would just make him look more insane that he already was. And he didn't need that. He was insane enough at it was. "I'm still sorry that I scared you. I'm not trying to. It more just the way I am, I don't really notice how I act, or say something to someone, cause I'm use to talking like that and being talked to like that. Seriously though, tell me if i start to scare you alright? " Tyler said.
"Do you mean a mental institute? Then No. I haven't. I know I know i really need to go there, but from what I hear, they are terribly boring and they don't let you out unless you are 18, or you are let out. Which would be forever and a day in there for someone there". He said. He knew that this was coming from the boy. Most people that he talked to asked him that, Jeremy just worded it a bit differently than a lot of people do.
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Post by jeremy dale gallo on Oct 30, 2009 23:26:56 GMT -5
Jeremy blinked a few times. Especially when the guy rubbed his air. They were the same age and he treated him like he was five years old. It pissed him off. He held in his anger though. Pressing his lips together so they were pale he said "You're terrified of thunderstorms? I am terrified of tropical storms and such. I grew up in the Midwest, but I was always terrified the storms would blow in to the middle of Nebraska. I know it is stupid to think so, but hell. I wasn't that bright of a child." He smiled. He let the whole 'treat him like a little kid thing' pass. Looking at him he said It is okay. Really. It is." Smiling he shook his head. This guy was apologizing so much. It was...annoying. Was Jeremy like this?
"Eighteen? What the hell..?" That is stupid. That really is stupid. Eighteen? They wouldn't have a life. Sure they weren't as stable, but they need a fucking life too! He wanted to shut down the institutes now. Sighing he said "God...eighteen. That is just freaking nuts. You wouldn't have a life..." He shook his head. looking at him he shrugged and rubbed his temples. His conscience was sort of yelling at him. Sometimes his conscience sounded like his mother. It was annoying.
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T.J Merrit
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My mind is like Russian Roulette. You never know what I will think.
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Post by T.J Merrit on Oct 30, 2009 23:46:19 GMT -5
Ty nodded. "Locked out of the house for a very very bad thunderstorm when i was four. All night. Scars a person for life." He said. He shivered at the thought of the memory. Locked outside cause he fell off the porch letting the dog inside. His deaf and blind grandmother who was babysitting slammed the door, thinking that he was inside locked the door behind her. He was covered in mud and he was cold. And he was only four years old. Where he ended up hiding was under the porch, which then flooded. He was just scared for life after that. Snapping back to reality, he shivered again. "Sorry, was just thinking.." He said, rubbing the back of his own neck and smiling slightly. He always did that. He was always blanking out with thoughts when he was talking. It was at least once in ever conversation that he had with someone, they would bring something up that he didn't want to remember and would remember it.
"What? If I was ever to go there, I planned on learning what exactly they did there." Tyler explained, trying to explain why he knew it was eighteen. "Yeah. But by the time your in there, your already crazy enough to be in there and no have a life for a long long time. So, time you got there anyone would fit in well there." He said, with a small shrug of his shoulders.
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Post by jeremy dale gallo on Nov 1, 2009 20:15:34 GMT -5
Jeremy's eyes widened. Locked out? Damn. Looking at him he said "The worst I probably experienced in my life is just almost being stabbed by my own father. I have a scar on my side from about when I was six." He lifted up his shirt halfway to show the small scar. Though the scar wasn't big the scar on his brain was twice as big. Biting his lower lip he remembered that day. His father came home drunk all the time. He pissed off his father some way he couldn't remember. He was than pinned against the wall his father bringing down the knife. It just scraped his side. His father than passed out. The memory still made him breath heavily. Which what he was doing now. Snapping out of it he looked at T.J and said "Sorry..I was thinking too." He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. He was spacing out a lot more lately. He had to stop doing that or he wouldn't be able to hold a single conversation.
Raising his eyebrows he said "I would do that to. If I thought I was going to get that sent there, but yeah." He shrugged and he sighed and chewed on the inside of his cheek. Bad habit of his. He had to stop doing that also. He had to stop with all the bad habits it was not healthy. He didn't really care though.
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My mind is like Russian Roulette. You never know what I will think.
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Post by T.J Merrit on Nov 1, 2009 20:27:03 GMT -5
T.J shrugged. "That would be very traumatizing too i suppose. He said after a moment. He smiled slightly, bit a big smile or anything, but it mostly was tugging on his lips. His phone rang in his pocket. "Can you wait for a second? My phone is ringing." He said, pulling out his phone. "Hello? He asked into the black crazor. It was such an old phone, but it worked and that was what counted. "Tyler James Merrit! Were are you? You're suppose to be home! With no school, your suppose to be helping me around the house!" His mother screamed. Ty pulled the phone away from his ear. "Oww. Mom I'm with a friend I'll be home later to help you. And stop screaming, or io'll be deaf! Ty said into the phone. The way he said friend was a bit creepy. Before his mother could say anything he shut the phone and stuffed it back into his pocket.
"Sorry about that. My mom is being a bitch again. She's probably drunk or high, or both in her case." Tyler apologized, with a small shrug after saying that she was probably drunk and high. " But yeah, I think anyone would, if they knew that one day they would be sent to one of them" He said.
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Post by jeremy dale gallo on Nov 1, 2009 20:39:16 GMT -5
Jeremy raised an eyebrow as he could hear both sides of the conversation. Damn, his mother was that pissed just for picking up a few things. Smiling at him he nodded and said "No problem. I understand more than you think I do." Shrugging he stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked around at the trees. Closing is eyes he let the wind blow on his face than he looked back over to T.J. Damn. There was a serious cramp in his neck. Rolling his head he looked at him and couldn't help, but laugh. He must've looked like such an idiot two seconds ago.
Shrugging he said "My mom never got drunk or high. She is just naturally a bitch. Probably was always meant to be one." He smiled at the guy and looked away again. Looking back at him he nodded. Not really wanting to continue the crazy conversation. He than said "Hey, if you want we can hang out more if you want. I mean, I don't have a lot of guy friends in this town yet so yeah." He shrugged.
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T.J Merrit
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My mind is like Russian Roulette. You never know what I will think.
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Post by T.J Merrit on Nov 1, 2009 20:57:35 GMT -5
Ty just nodded and rubbed his ear. Damn his mom was loud when she was drunk, and or high. Yeah, well I think she may end up killing me one day. She's a total bitch when she's like this. Last time I got knives thrown into my chest. Not really fun. He said, stopping himself from rubbing his ear. He looked at the guy, a warm smile on his lips. "Yeah. I'd like that. I don't have any friends, so thanks." He said, smiling at him. He finally made a friend. Tyler never had friends, no one really liked him. Though, Arianna was pretty nice to him, but then he was hurt when he last saw her.
That was the last time that he was in the cemetery too. it had been what? three or four days since then. At least he wasn't in any pain, and the infection was going away, though he was still going to the nurse for help with that cause he didn't have anything for infection in his dorm. Not that Doven would either, at least he didn't think that he did. Ty didn't really want to go threw his gay roommate's things, cause he was afraid of what was there.
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Post by jeremy dale gallo on Nov 1, 2009 21:10:16 GMT -5
Smiling Jeremy nodded and his phone rang he said "One sec." Answering it he said "Hello?" Jeremy! His mother started to scream. He pulled the phone away from his ear so he wouldn't get deaf. She continued You need to get to the hospital right now! Your little brother just got hit by a car. Again." Jeremy groaned and said "Alright. Be there in twenty." Sighing he looked over to T.J and hung up the phone and said "If you didn't hear that I have to go. My brother got hit my a car again. This was probably the fifth time?" He sighed.
Pulling out a sheet of paper he wrote down his number quickly and handed it to T.J and said "If you want to hang out again just call me up. I am never really busy. So, yeah. Talk to you later?" He smiled and waved at the boy and jolted off. Wishing he could stay longer. Dumb ass mom.
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