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Nov 29, 2014 23:25:14 GMT -5
Post by Tristan Fray on Nov 29, 2014 23:25:14 GMT -5
The chapel of all the places in the universe. That's where Tristan decided to go. Not to pray. Tristan wasn't even religious, he didn't believe in the god all mighty consider all fucking mighty fucked him up. No he told the nurses he needed to pray after his last seizure. He needed to alone, he'd be fine he just needed some one on one time with God. Bull shit.
Tristan hated this whole brain tumor thing. It often felt like an a thousand pound boulder was rested on his head. The migraines were the worst of it. It was like he had a hangover without the alcohol. He'd really prefer the alcohol Part of the hangover Part. He always needed a release from the damn migraines. He found that release when he was twelve. He had such a great brother who showed it to him. (That brother is also in jail now.)
Luckily the chapel was empty. That's how it normally was because a chapel isn't the first thing on everyone's mind when they walk into a hospital. No, it was more like holy fuck what if they don't live' kind of thing.
Tristan found a seat and promptly sat down in it. He slumped down further into the chair and put his feet up on the pew in front of him. He dug in his pockets and found a match. In his other he found a bag of weed it rolled it up into some paper and watched the paper set on fire. He quickly brought the sweet drug up to his lips and began smoking.
It was the best release of the day. Even better than earlier when he jacked off in the bathroom. Soon his headache would go away and soon he'd be a happier little cancer patient.
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Jun 23, 2016 14:50:43 GMT -5
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Nov 29, 2014 23:42:34 GMT -5
Post by Clara Austin on Nov 29, 2014 23:42:34 GMT -5
Clara wasn't religious. Anyone who knew her could tell you that. So one might ask why it was that she spent so much time in the chapel of the hospital. It was a logical question, but whenever asked it, Clara would refuse to answer. The reason for that was because the chapel was the one place that Clara felt really connected to Emmett. He had been very religious, and Clara had spent a good amount of time down there with him. It was nice. Quiet. She would go there whenever she wanted to talk to Emmett, even if she knew she was really just talking to herself.
But now Alec was sick. Really sick. And until that morning Clara had been too obsessed with trying to salvage her fading appearance that she'd been too distracted to realize that this might be his last hoorah. Clara needed something to give her hope that maybe he might stick around a little while longer. Being the last one to go what her worst nightmare. And so she tucked the remaining stands of her bright purple hair up into a black beanie and headed down to her safe haven.
What Clara hadn't expected to find when she walked into the chapel was the entire place smelling like weed. Her lungs seized up at the smell, and she coughed loudly. Then she looked over to notice a boy about her age sitting there smoking. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she said, almost yelling. Normally Clara would have asked for a hit, but this was different. This was her place for Emmett, and now this boy decided to come in there and taint it with drugs. It wasn't right.
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Nov 29, 2014 23:50:22 GMT -5
Post by Tristan Fray on Nov 29, 2014 23:50:22 GMT -5
Tristan turned his head at the sound of a voice. He didn't really care what people thought. He took out the blunt and burned it into the pew giving the cushion a nice black hole. His lips rose in a smirk when he noticed it was just a girl. "I'm smoking a blunt. Oh god don't tell me you don't knwo what a blunt is? How long have you been in the hospital jesus Christ. Oh shit I probably shouldn't say that in a chapel. It's probably against some law or some shit," Tristan said.
He eyed the girl. It was quite obvious she had cancer too. Her hair was part that gave it most away. He didn't give her a sympathy glance. He just looked at her daring her to argue with him.
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Jun 23, 2016 14:50:43 GMT -5
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Nov 29, 2014 23:58:18 GMT -5
Post by Clara Austin on Nov 29, 2014 23:58:18 GMT -5
Clara shot a glare at the boy that could have cut diamonds. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!" she yelled, not really caring that she was cursing in a chapel. "This is supposed to be a place for people to come for hope and peace. You think you can just walk in here and get high like you own the place?" It was safe to say that Clara was angrier than she had been in a long time. But she wasn't just angry. She felt like her entire world was falling apart, and her anger on top of that was making her emotions practically seep out of her pores. Alec was dying. Emmett was dead. And now the one place that she felt safe was spoiled by the one thing Emmett hated more than anything else in the world.
"You're sick," she spat at him. "You're fucking sick, alright?" The irony of the statement didn't hit Clara until a moment after she said it, but only a small smile escaped before her emotions crashed down on her like an avalanche. She turned away from the the boy, then crumpled to the floor. Tears poured from her eyes, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't stop herself. She was having a complete breakdown, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
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Nov 30, 2014 0:01:51 GMT -5
Post by Tristan Fray on Nov 30, 2014 0:01:51 GMT -5
"Yeah I'm pretty sick. I think everyone here is. I mean, you're obviously sick. Just wondering if it's more than just cancer," Tristan said watching her have a break down. He let her sit there for a moment before speaking.
"You do realize I got rid of the blunt when you walked in rught...?" Trista asked. He didn't understand why this girl was having a break down Tristan didn't have much of those. He just kind of a at there staring at her.
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Nov 30, 2014 0:07:45 GMT -5
Post by Clara Austin on Nov 30, 2014 0:07:45 GMT -5
Clara didn't pay much attention to the boy's words. she had to focus on pulling herself together. Once she had done so, Clara stood up and turned to face the boy again. Her eye makeup had run down her face in uneven black streaks, and she looked like even more of a mess than she had when she first arrived. But none of that mattered anymore Clara was too angry for it to have any affect on her. She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't get the proper words together. Instead, she reached up and slapped the boy across the face. "Go to hell," she spat in his face. Why she didn't walk out yet, she wasn't sure. Part of her just wanted to see his reaction.
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Nov 30, 2014 0:17:48 GMT -5
Post by Tristan Fray on Nov 30, 2014 0:17:48 GMT -5
Tristan wasn't even phased by the slap. He felt worse in his head. "Aw Sweetheart, " He said a condensing tone in his voice. He got closer to her. "You and I are already there," Tristan said. He pulled away and began rocking on the balls of his feet. He stood up on the pew chair.
"Welcome to hell where we watch people die every day! " Tristan somewhat teased. He just winked at Clara.
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Nov 30, 2014 0:21:34 GMT -5
Post by Clara Austin on Nov 30, 2014 0:21:34 GMT -5
"What is wrong with you?" Clara said, completely baffled by the boy's actions. She'd met a lot of jerks in her life, but none that would smoke and curse in a chapel inside of a hospital. "You know what? Why should I even bother? I could go tell a nurse about this right now and you'd be arrested for sure." It was only a threat, but one that Clara was perfectly okay with carrying out if she needed to. Someone needed to knock this boy down a peg, and Clara decided that she was going to be the one to do it.
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Nov 30, 2014 0:37:37 GMT -5
Post by Tristan Fray on Nov 30, 2014 0:37:37 GMT -5
"I'm saying the truth is there really something wrong with that?" Tristan asked. "My name's Tristan by the way if you need my name. By the way I have a brain tumor so they'd probably just blame it on that but yah was a very nice try," Tristan said. He jumped down from the pew and looked at Clara.
"What's your name? " Tristan asked a certain playfulness in his eyes. He just pursed his lips and looked at her. He was crazy but he wasn't sure if that was the tumor or just him.
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Nov 30, 2014 8:34:17 GMT -5
Post by Clara Austin on Nov 30, 2014 8:34:17 GMT -5
Clara rolled her eyes. "Last I checked, marijuana is illegal," she said. "And even if it wasn't, you're underage. So yeah, I could definitely get you arrested, asshole." Clara stood there with her arms crossed, still glaring at him. "It's Clara," she said, after deciding whether of not he even deserved to know her name.
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Nov 30, 2014 8:45:06 GMT -5
Post by Tristan Fray on Nov 30, 2014 8:45:06 GMT -5
"They're not gonna arrest a boy with a brain tumor. They'll just blame it on the tumor. He didn't mean to he has a tumor pressing down on his emotions. Poor poor Tristan, " Tristan teased. He looked at the girl.
"That's a nice name," Tristan said. He just smirked at her again. "I mean I've been caught doing worse. Did you know public sex is illegal?" Tristan asked.
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Nov 30, 2014 9:05:48 GMT -5
Post by Clara Austin on Nov 30, 2014 9:05:48 GMT -5
"They'd definitely still arrest you," she said. "I've seen them arrest people who have a medical marijuana cards." Clara hated that this boy seemed to think he was above everything and everyone. Clara couldn't take this anymore. Why was she still there? Because if she left then she let him win, which she would never do in a million years. "You know, I usually have a soft spot for kids with cancer, since I have it too, but you're exactly the kind of person that I hate. You're the kind of person who uses your cancer as a way to get out of trouble. It's ridiculous."
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Nov 30, 2014 9:10:07 GMT -5
Post by Tristan Fray on Nov 30, 2014 9:10:07 GMT -5
" Well I'll be a corpse soon I might as well have fun," Tristan said. "I don't have time to sit around crying for people who aren't gonna come back because you crying doesn't do shit. They're not coming back." Tristan said. "So if you think that im gonna spend the rest of my life crying over the people I lost then you're wrong because nothing I ever do will bring them back. Crying is so stupid, " Tristan said.
He wasn't one to sit there and cry he never would be. If someone died he pulled out a blunt and would smoke. If someone was about to die he pulled a blunt to smoke. Everything seemed to be fixed with a blunt so he didn't understand why it was such a big fucking deal.
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Nov 30, 2014 9:15:16 GMT -5
Post by Clara Austin on Nov 30, 2014 9:15:16 GMT -5
Clara couldn't believe this boy. "It's okay to cry," she said. "It's healthy, actually." Clara felt like he was personally insulting her for coming there, even though he couldn't possibly have known about Emmett. He hadn't been here that long, so he couldn't have known what happened. But somehow he'd managed to figured out why she was there, and he'd decided to attack her for it.
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Nov 30, 2014 9:24:47 GMT -5
Post by Tristan Fray on Nov 30, 2014 9:24:47 GMT -5
"But a blunt is sooo much better," Tristan said. "All a blunt does as a side effect is make you hungry. Speaking of which a brownie sounds so good right now," Tristan said. He looked over at Clara. "Come on I've only been here for two days you have to show me where the cafeteria is. It'll get me out of your precious chapel," Tristan said.
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