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Post by Abigail Williams on Feb 7, 2008 21:44:18 GMT -5
Abigail smiled slightly. "I think it's an older sibiling thing. We feel the need to proctect the younger one even when it doesn't make since. And sometimes, for unknown reasons you just make a connection, spoken or unspoken. You just feel pulled to the them. ya know?" She uncrossed her legs, and pulled her knees close into her chest, resting her chin on top of them.
"Do you think you will try to visit her when you get out of here?" Her head tilted slightly.
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Post by Logan Sloan on Feb 10, 2008 20:33:49 GMT -5
Logan thought about it. He'd imagined a reuniting with his sister over and over. Sometimes good, like the ones you see in movies, but most of the time it played in his head as her not regonizing him, or shunning him, calling him a horrible brother and just slamming the door.
"I don't know," he shrugged and mimicked Abigail by bowing his head and resting his chin on his knees. "Think I should"
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Post by Abigail Williams on Feb 11, 2008 13:29:53 GMT -5
"I think you should try to see her. She needs to know that she has a big brother out in the world who loves her and can come to for anything. It may not be the perfect reunion, especially if your parents are dead set on you not seeing her. That part might be tricky. But if your sister is as loving as you have told me, she will see past the hard exterior. You might not believe me, but in this little time we've been talking, I can tell you have a good heart underneath all that 'bad ass' exterior. Deny it all you want but you are a decent guy, or else you would have just walked on by with out a word." Abigail smiled at Logan. For the first time, since her sister's death, she had let her guard down and let her soft side be exposed.
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Post by Logan Sloan on Feb 14, 2008 22:01:03 GMT -5
Logan was smiling before he realized it. Deep in his head, he was thinking. He was thinking that reuniting with Ella after getting out of here could and would be the right thing to do. Then again, a million other voices were screaming that she'd be better off without him. His head started hurting, but he tried to block it out as he looked at Abigail.
"Thanks," he said, really meaning it. "You know, I think you're a pretty decent person. You're caring, and your mother must be fucked to not see that." Logan knew that he didn't choose words very well, but hoped his message got across anyway.
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Post by Abigail Williams on Feb 15, 2008 12:10:40 GMT -5
"You know, you are the first person to realize that about my mother." Abigail lifted her head and smiled at Logan. "And thank you. It's good to hear that the whole world doesn't think I'm some horrible person." She layed her head back on her knees and closed her eyes.
"Do you think that there is a heaven?" Abigail peeked up to see Logan's reaction to her question. She knew it was bit of an odd question, but she really wanted to know. She was brought up to believe that there was a heaven and that people would be reunited with loved ones that passed on, but she couldn't imagine it being possible with all the injustice and corruption in the world.
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Post by Logan Sloan on Feb 15, 2008 13:53:24 GMT -5
Logan laughed, even though he didn't mean to. "Honey, I am the wrong person to be asking." He shrugged, still smiling to himself, even though he was sure that this was putting her off and offending her. "It's just that," he tried to explain himself. "I stopped believing in God a long fucking time ago. It was whenever my parent's started having their drinking parties. People would come over, shitfaced, and I look back now and just think, 'what kind of God would let a boy's parents bring over their drunk ass friends?'"
He looked away from her. "They started serving me alcohol. Thought it was funny when the little kid was drunk. Nobody's fucking laughing anymore."
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Post by Abigail Williams on Feb 16, 2008 3:45:09 GMT -5
"No, I guess not." Abigail didn't know how to respond. "I can understand the not believing in God part. I can't understand why my sister and I got hit by the same car and I was the only survivor. Where's the justice in that? My sister's life was shorten because of a drunk ass hole and she was the one punished." Abigail hid her face in her hands, feeling the wetness sting her eyes.
"I'm sorry to keep rambling on. It's been so long since someone has just sat and listened to me. I'm such a fucking mess. No wonder my parents and friends want nothing to do with me. I'm sure in a short while it will be the same here. You, Hayley, the other patients. I will just be known as the odd bitch who talks too much." She wrapped her arms tightly around her legs, her faced burried tightly in her knees. She was so embraressed and wanted to disappear.
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Post by Logan Sloan on Feb 17, 2008 11:18:03 GMT -5
Logan offered his hand on her knee as a sign of comfort. He'd never been very good on the comforting thing. "I don't think you're an odd bitch that talks too much. I think that you had a very unfortunate thing happen to you and you're confused and hurt and you've been shut out by people that you thought loved you." He tried to find more words, but they just wouldn't come out.
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Post by Abigail Williams on Feb 17, 2008 13:53:08 GMT -5
Abigail lifted her head, her eyes were wet and red. She smiled at Logan, "You know in time that I have been here, you have been the best therapist?" She started laughing at the thought. Her parents are paying top dollar for the best therapist in the nation and the only ones that seem to be helping her are her peers, other so-called crazies.
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Post by Logan Sloan on Feb 23, 2008 10:56:46 GMT -5
He smiled. Even though it wasn't really a compliment you usually hear, he smiled and accepted it. "I know, right? I bet none of these doctors have even gone through shit like us. How could they possibly understand why we feel the way we do?" He took his hand back to himself and started brushing dirt off of his jeans, though it seemed to be embedded in the fabric.
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Post by Abigail Williams on Feb 23, 2008 14:54:03 GMT -5
She nodded. "I bet their biggest problem was pissing the bed when they were twelve." Abigail relaxed her legs back into indian style. "So what do you think you would be doing if you weren't in here, and you didn't have the drug thing haunting you?" She leaned back on her hands, then tried to blow a piece of hair that had fallen on her face. Then, she focused back on Logan.
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