Never never ending

[Rylie Duvall]

Padding of silent feet echoed quietly through the hallways of St. Marys as Rylie made her way through the ever-twisting never-ending hallways. Her shoes where left in her room, no shoelaces in them. Her socks where white and black striped and she stared at them as she walked.

Pulling her head up she stared down the hall way, white washed walls seemed to keep her prisoned in. Silence was all she heard and it seemed to be gnawing at her inside out. It made her want to scream at the top of her lungs. She didn't. She kept her mouth shut and continued staring down the hall way. She rubbed the multiple scars that lined her wrist some old and some from the day before she came here.

Her brown hair laid limp on her shoulders as she walked emotionless through the hallways just trying to find somewhere to go. This place was hell. No worse than hell. An endless pit of worthless destiny. She clawed at one fresh cut, pulling the scab off and a small trickle of blood fell down her arm. She hadn't meant to make it bleed. Old habits die hard. "Shit" She said as she applied pressure to the cut and stopped walking. She leaned up against the wall and pulled her finger off and made sure it had stopped bleeding. She wiped the blood from her arm and wiped it on her pants.

[Aaron Martin]

So there Aaron was, wandering the hallways of St. Marys...again. It seemed like the only fuun (or at least time consuming) thing to do around here was to wander the hallways, trying to figure out if you actually knew where you were going or not. So far, he'd been unsuccessful in finding his way, but he'd already found a few landmarks that he could look for in case he got lost.

When he turned a corner, he noticed a girl most likely doing the same thing he was except there was one major difference; she had blood on her clothes. He hustled over to her.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

[Rylie Duvall]

Rylie hadn't heard the approaching footsteps and when someone talked she jumped at the sound of their voice. It snapped her back from the silence that had encroached upon her when she was just standing there. She noticed a guy, probably her age, a year or two older by the looks and he was staring at her pants, now streaked with blood. She hated talking about her cutting but she had to say something. "Fine" She said with a weak smile "it should stop bleeding." With that she held up her arms, badly scarred with lines from cutting. Some fresh some old. It scared most people. She put her arms down and held the wrist that was bleeding, determined to stop it. "By the way, I'm Rylie" She said, looking at the guy who stood before her.

[Aaron Martin]

Aaron was a little worried that she didn't seem too concerned about her cut. In fact, he didn't expect her to be, with all the scars she had on her arms. Taking a look at them sent a twinge of pain along his own scars, and he put a hand to his arm to cover them.

"I'm Aaron," he said, not knowing what else to say. If she had cuts on her arms like he did, did that mean that she was in here for the same reason he was? Most likely not. It wasn't everyday that people freaked out on shrooms and ex and cut themselves. No, more than likely, she was a cutter. He'd known a few of those in high school, especially among his close friends.

[Rylie Duvall]

To Rylie, Aaron was hard to read. She couldn't really tell what he was feeling by just looking at his face like she could most people. It annoyed her in some ways but she didn't let it show. She studied him for a minute and dropped her eyes back to her arm. Removing her hand she examined the reopened cut. It was still bleeding, but faintly. She had had worse before.

"So Aaron, what are you in here for?" She asked looking up at him again. She wasn't sure weather or not she was being to up front but that was just the way she was. Blunt and to the point. Plus, she liked noise. Silence was so freaking loud to her. Like it was screaming at her. It really made no since considering she usually spent her days in solitude and depression but then she was filled with her own thoughts, now she had nothing.